Roots and Wings (City Limits #1)(64)

“I won’t do it again. I promise. Just, please, don’t stop,” I begged.

“That’s right, beautiful. I can’t stop now anyway,” he said as he grabbed my hips and thrust even harder into me. We found a new level of ecstasy in a procedure room under fluorescent lights, knowing it was totally wrong for us to be doing it there.

It wasn’t until we were finished and he was cleaning the chair down like our genitals were radioactive, did he start really giving me shit about the tooth.

“Seriously though, do you think you learned your lesson?”

“Shit. What lesson? Crack a tooth and my dentist will give me orgasms? Lesson learned.” I hoped he’d never get sick of my sarcasm.

“I wondered if you were going to be upset about the blowjob for payment arrangement I was making with you,” he teased.

As he shut the lights off and walked out after me, locking the doors on his way, he asked, “So you still up for ice cream?”

I was.

I hadn’t eaten since lunch and I was always ready to see what he did with his share. Let’s just say the good dentist liked to play with his dessert.




I stayed at his house that night and he had to get up early to take me home.

There was no way to hide what was going on from my dad. Not that I felt like I needed to.

I walked in the next morning, wearing what I’d been wearing the day before and one of Vaughn’s hoodies.

He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee.

“Things are going pretty good with Astro, huh?” he asked. As I tried to walk invisibly past him on my way to the shower.

Caught, I stopped.

“Things are going really good, Dad.”

“You’re spending a lot of time with him.”

He was right. I was hardly ever home anymore, between Vaughn’s and the cabin. I’d been leaving him all alone.

I took a deep breath and found some spine. I’d never lied to him, and not saying anything was the same as being dishonest.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but it’s new and fun. I’ve never felt like this.”

“I know, kid.”

“I hope I don’t screw it up.”

“It’s not the same without you around as much…”

I interrupted, “Dad, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Then like he was about to say something else, he got up and kissed me on the forehead. “I just miss you is all.”

Then he walked out the door.

I knew I’d see him at work in an hour and he wouldn’t bring it back up. That’s just the way he was.

While I was getting ready for work I got a text from Vaughn.



Vaughn: I’m glad you’re going with me Saturday.



Me: I can’t wait to see you try to dance with a boner. My dress is gonna kick your suit’s ass.



Vaughn: I can do a good many things with this boner. I have yet to hear of any shortcomings from you.



I laughed. He was right. I couldn’t give his penis all of the credit though. Vaughn, as a whole, was one completely skilled package. Always knowing what I wanted and how I wanted it, and then he’d deliver. Every time.



Me: You got me there.



Vaughn: Come over at noon and I’ll make you lunch.



Me: Okay.



I loved that things like that were becoming our normal. We had lunch at his house every now and again, or sometimes we’d meet somewhere. But knowing if I wanted company at lunch, and it was there for the taking, was special. It was something I’d only done with him.

I didn’t want anything to change. I liked us just the way we were.

No pressure.

No expectations.

It was perfect and I wanted to bottle it up and keep it going that way forever.

The days moved fast and by Saturday afternoon, I was actually really excited to go home and get all dolled up for him.

Sunny dropped by, offering to help curl my hair, and I agreed that would be best.

He was going to love the dress. It landed loosely above my knees, and held me tight through the middle, crisscrossed over my shoulders and down my back, where it was mostly open.

My hair was just exactly how I’d wanted it with big, fat, smooth waves, almost like something out of 40s or 50s Hollywood. She’d helped me with my makeup, too, and I looked like a movie star, to be honest. My body filled out the dress just the way I wanted, and my skin looked even tanner in contrast with the creamy peach color.

“Well, I’m going to get out of here, but you look like a million bucks. I’m serious. I’ve never seen you this happy and it shows.”

That was a compliment I was proud to take, because that was exactly how I felt.

Happy.

“Thank you, and thanks for helping me,” I added as she packed up her things.

“I didn’t do much; you didn’t need much. You look perfect. Call me and tell me how it goes. Have fun.”

She gave me an air kiss, I guess so she didn’t mess my face up.

I wasn’t about to fake kiss with Vaughn later. Ladylike or not, makeup be damned.

As time grew closer to my big, fancy date, I sat down in the living room, where my dad was, and put on my shoes.