“I’d planned a romantic outing for the girl who’s having my baby, but she had to return home early. I’d arranged for a carriage ride, romantic dinner, and then dancing afterward. Since my intended date wasn’t available, the photographer hijacked my date. That was when I got to know Melinda.”
I was curious.
“How ever did you find me?” I asked.
“We have our sources. When Detective Dale came back, and we found out the effort you’d gone to … well, I had to meet you. We’d actually wanted to introduce ourselves tomorrow at your game. It was just a happy coincidence that you were here tonight. I understand you know Lydia.”
“Yes, I’ve met her a few times.”
“That little show was her idea. She also told my girls she slept with you,” Tony said.
I just bit my tongue. Tony let me off the hook.
“Let’s just say it made them want to meet you even more. I think they’re jealous of Melinda.”
He laughed at me when I wouldn’t comment. Tony, Nancy, and Kendra left us to have our dessert together. This had to be the weirdest blind date ever. The good news was Tony had picked up the tab.
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Fritz shook his head a bit at the antics in the restaurant, but didn’t say a word as he took us to my place after dinner. Tracy had set up this whole thing. That was confirmed when I found Melinda’s suitcase parked at the top of the stairs. She strolled around my apartment and looked at everything, like she thought she could figure me out by how I lived.
While she did that, I heated some water for tea. I looked at the clock and was surprised it was already ten.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Melinda as she conducted her treasure hunt. I really looked at her. She was stunning, and yet had that girl-next-door vibe about her. Unlike Rita James, who seemed unattainable in her beauty, Melinda appeared to be the girl who just didn’t realize how pretty she really was.
When the tea was ready, we sat down on my couch. Melinda curled up next to me, grabbed my arm, and put it around her. She was cute when she made a contented little hum. If she’d been a cat, she would have been purring. I looked down into her blue eyes.
“This didn’t come off weird, did it?” Melinda asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“The last two guys I dated are you and Blake Seaver. I didn’t realize my manager set me up with Blake, and I ended up coming across as just a booty call for him. With you, I sneak into town, we have a blind date, and I don’t even book a hotel room. I think I’m a slut,” she said and wrinkled her nose.
“When you put it like that …” I teased.
“Really?”
“When you put it that way, yeah. I look at it differently. You met a guy, and there was a connection. You ended it in a strange place. Instead of just letting it die, you make this grand gesture to fly halfway across the country to surprise him. You had no idea how I’d react. I would say you were incredibly brave.”
“So, I’m not a slut?”
“The night’s still young. Let’s not rule anything out quite yet.”
Melinda wrinkled her nose again.
“You know what I liked about our time together?”
I shook my head ‘no.’
“I liked … uh … sucking you,” she whispered, telling me her secret.
“Really? Me too!” I said as gave a happy little bounce, unzipped my pants, and pulled out Mr. Happy.
He was confused because he thought we were just snuggling. It didn’t take her long to convince him to stand up. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for him to reward her efforts. I can’t imagine what Melinda was thinking, but I now had to spend money on dry cleaning her dress.
We moved our fun to the bedroom. I told Melinda to leave the dress on since it was already a casualty and she looked hot in it. We got into a 69 position, and I found she
Melinda moved so that her head hung over the side of the bed. This put her at an angle so I could push into her throat. She frickin’ loved it. My Alpha Male side frickin’ loved to dominate her. I started lightly spanking her shaved womanhood, timing it to when she had me completely down her throat.
I think Melinda actually climaxed from the abuse she willingly asked me to give her. From there, it was game on. She’d awakened the sexual being that lurked deep inside of me. By the time I was done, Melinda was a quivering, starry-eyed rag doll, content to just lie there, enjoying her sexual trance.
I got up to dispose of the used condoms and cleaned up. When I came back, she was sound asleep. It was probably good we didn’t live in the same area, or I might decide that all the balls I had in the air weren’t all that important. I could see myself falling hard for Melinda. I was 85% sure that was a bad thing.
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Chapter 23 – Thunderstruck Saturday March 19
