“Where are we going?” she questions. If she thinks I’m going to tell her, she’s mistaken.

“It’s a surprise,” I tell her. I organised something simple, but sweet. Just like her. I know my girl well enough. She’s not into all the pretentious crap.

“I should’ve known that’s what you’d say,” she replies rolling her eyes again. Her attitude turns me on. I want to back her up against the wall and have my way with her, but that will come before the night’s out.

I follow her down the hall towards her bedroom. My eyes are glued to that incredible arse the whole way. That little sway in her hips makes my dick twitch. I’m tempted to reach out and run my hand up her legs and under that dress, to make sure she hasn’t disobeyed me, but I know if I do we’ll never get out of here. Although the anticipation is killing me, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. Tonight is about her and making memories. My cock can wait.

“I have pretty good taste,” I admit as we walk towards my car.

“How so? Or do I really want to hear the answer?”

“The dress,” I reply opening the door for her. My hand brushes over her arse as she lifts her leg to get into the car. I grin to myself when I hear her breath hitch. I don’t feel a panty line and my dick stirs. Good girl. For once she did as she was told. Knowing she’s naked under that dress is going to make keeping my hands of her impossible.

“You did well, but some underwear to accompany it would’ve been nice.” The sarcastic tone in her voice makes me chuckle. I don’t think so, beautiful.

“Nope. You’re perfect just the way you are. Plus, it will give me better access to that magnificent pussy of yours,” I whisper leaning towards her ear. I hear her take in a sharp breath, and it brings a smile to my face. This is going to be fun. Or torture. I’m guessing for both of us.

••••

The drive into the city isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. We’re pretty much on time. I sent a quick text while we were stopped at a red light, letting Jax know we weren’t far away. He’s been giving me shit about tonight all afternoon. He thinks I’ve turned into a pussy. This night was so last minute, so I had no choice but to ask for his help. Maybe he’s right. Who knew giving your heart to a woman meant handing over you manhood as well? Fuck me if she’s not worth it though. I’d be anything, even a pussy, if it made her happy.

My hand has been sitting just above her knee for most of the drive. I’m impressed that I had the willpower not to slide it between her legs. At one stage, as my fingers drew lazy circles on her skin, her legs slightly parted. I knew it was an invitation to venture up further, but even then I stood strong. By the time I’m finished with her tonight, she’s going to be so hot and ready, she’ll be begging me to fuck her. It will be the perfect way to end our evening.

When I pull into the parking bay by the curb I reach for her hand, bringing it towards my lips to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Her eyes are planted firmly on my mouth against her skin. I watch as her tongue darts out and moistens her bottom lip. Everything in me wants to kiss her. So that’s exactly what I do.

Reaching across the console I slide my hand around the back of her neck, bringing her lips towards mine. When she opens her mouth and slips her tongue past my lips, I groan. My cock strains against my pants. I should’ve held my resolve, because now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t want to stop.

My fingers inch up her inner thigh as her legs willingly open. She wants my hands on her just as much as I want them there. As I slide under her dress, Let Her Go starts to play. Fuck. My phone. It’s probably Jax. Reluctantly I pull out of the kiss and retrieve it from my pocket. Damn him. “How far away are you, fucker? I’m freezing my nuts off here,” he complains.

“I’m just parking the car,” I reply as my eyes meet Indiana’s. Christ she’s beautiful. Her big green eyes are locked with mine. Her flawless skin is flushed from her arousal. Her full lips are red and swollen from my kiss. I’d like nothing more than to skip the first part of the evening and take her straight to the hotel, but I can’t do that. I remind myself, tonight is about creating memories—tonight is about her.

“Good. Hurry up, pussy, so I can get the fuck out of here.” I chuckle at his comment.

“We’ll be there in a minute.”

“Who was that?” Indi asks when I end the call.

“My mate Jax. You’ll meet him in a minute.” I lean forward and brush my lips with hers. “This,” I say when I pull back and point between the two of us, “will have to wait till later.” She gives me a disappointed smile. I feel the same. She’s all I’ve thought about all day. In all honesty, it’s just going to make the ultimate prize at the end of the night all the more sweeter. I only hope my aching cock and blue fucking balls can wait until then. I’d like nothing more than to bend her over the hood of my car right now and plough into her sweetness.

After I help her out of the car, she wraps her black woollen coat around herself. “It’s freezing tonight,” she says slightly shivering.

“I’ll keep you warm,” I tell her as I snake my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.

“I like the ringtone on your phone,” she says as we cross the road. “It’s a great song.”

“Thanks,” is my only reply. There’s no way I’m going to tell her I’ve had it for the last five years because it reminded me of us. I’ve already lost enough of my manhood for one night.

As we walk underneath the Harbour Bridge and onto the grassed area overlooking the spectacular Sydney Harbour, my eyes seek out Jax. When I see the small table I asked him to set up, along with candles in the centre, my nerves kick in again. I want this night to be special, but I’m kind of feeling like a dick now. Jax is right. I’m a fucking pussy.

“This way,” I say as I guide her to the right. I see the smug smirk on his face as we approach. Fucker. He’s never going to let me live this down. When we reach the table I extend my hand to him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says with a smile before his eyes stray towards Indiana. I watch as he looks her over. His smile grows. Why that gets my back up, I can’t say.

“Indiana, this is my friend Jax.” Although I’m not sure for how long, if he keeps looking at her like that. “Jax, Indiana.”

“So, I finally get to meet the elusive Indiana,” he says taking her hand and bringing it towards his mouth. I wanna snatch her hand out of his, but I manage to rein myself in. I’d look like some pathetic, jealous jerk if I did that. Like hell I’m jealous. “Carter never shuts up about you.” Motherfucker.

“He talks about me?” Indi asks, looking over at me with a huge smile on her face.

“All the damn time.” The teasing grin he’s wearing when his gaze shifts to me tells me his trying to get me to bite. I’m not falling for his bullshit. He’s the biggest shit stirrer I know. I usually find his antics amusing, but not tonight. Not in front of my girl.

“I do not, arsehole,” I say trying to come to my own defence. Jax throws back his head and laughs. Prick.

“I’m just messing with you, mate,” he replies, slapping me on the back. I give him a look that says both, I know, and shut the fuck up. Payback’s a bitch. Indiana giggles from beside me. I guess she finds it amusing.

“Is this all for us?” Indi asks looking over the table setting in front of us. I’m grateful for the distraction. He’s making me look like a dick in front of her. He’s set up the table just as I asked. It’s just a small table covered with a white linen cloth. Two white ceramic plates, two wine glasses and silver cutlery. There’s a small vase with a red rose inside and two candles either side, in the middle of the table. He’s done a good job, for a cocksucker.

“It is,” I tell her, draping my arm over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”