Page 46 of Bourbon & Blood

There was a place with some down-home Louisiana cooking that I liked on the way out to my place. Figured we could have our talk. She could ask her questions, and we could maybe come to an understanding more ‘n we already had.

By that, I meant, I could take her temperature on how squeamish she was and set a pace accordingly.

I had to say, the feel of her pressed to my back was mighty fine. Better than even the last time I’d had the occasion to fuck; and all because it washer.

It was dark by the time I pulled off into the parking lot of the place I’d picked.

Alina shuddered against me as I stopped the bike and heeled the kickstand down to park it. She got off and went for the catch on her new helmet and pulled it off.

“You awright?” I asked her, eyeing her carefully, and she nodded.

“That is both terrifying and exhilarating and I can’t decide which it’s more of,” she said.

I nodded, and said, “For me, it’s the last one.”

She gave a wry twist of her lips and said, “Understandable, else why else would you do it?”

I lifted a shoulder in a shrug and said, “I’m not a pussy.”

She cracked a smile and laughed at that, but I wasn’t tryin’ to be funny. I was just telling the truth.

We went inside, and I got us a booth. It was dark, most of the light comin’ from all the neon beer signs behind the bar and on the walls up around the ceiling. There was a light out the wall at each table, but it was just one of them candle-looking glass bulbs further muted by a miniature lampshade.

Alina tipped the menu into the sparse light and squinted at the print. I didn’t need to look. I knew what was good.

Our drinks were brought and Alina finally came back up out of the menu.

“Y’all know what you’re havin’?” the waitress asked.

I let Alina go first. She ordered some kind of salad.

“And for you, honey?”

“Fried alligator,” I said, and she smiled.

“Alright now, that’ll be right out.”

The waitress left, and it was suddenly me and Alina alone… no menu for my girl to hide behind.

“You said you had questions,” I said, when the silence had stretched just a little too long.

“Um, I do,” she said, inclining her head just a little.

“Ask away,” I told her and her blush was unmistakable, even in the low light.

“I don’t know where to start,” she confessed.

“Start with what you want to know the most, cher.”

Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and they widened slightly. She was beautiful, and it struck me just how much – those lips of hers slightly parted, her eyes wide and full of silver light…

I burned this moment into my mind, knowing that the best was yet to come, my cock already hard in my jeans, making me shift in my seat.

“I guess… I guess, how do you want to do this? Um, I don’t know. I never imagined in a million years I would do anything like this. I… I’m… I don’t know.” Her stammering was adorable.

“You’re off tonight. Let’s see where it takes us, yeah?” I said steadily.

She nodded and said, “Okay.”

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