The Winemaker's Dinner: Entrée (5 page)

He seemed rather confused, but nonetheless pleased to be asked anything by a beautiful woman—particularly in such a secretive way. “
Yes
, ma’am!”

As they drove, Ivan noticed an increase in tourists—and the establishments they frequent. They were now surrounded by fast food restaurants, cheesy souvenir shops, and… “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Jaden began to laugh as they turned up the drive. Greeting them were glaring images of pirates, artificial waterfalls, and what seemed like hundreds of families playing miniature golf on a putt-putt course that must’ve cost a small fortune to construct.

He turned to find her grinning ear to ear. She might think this was funny, but he was going to have the last laugh. “Baby, I hope you know I’m a semi-pro mini golfer, and I have no intentions of letting you win. You’re about to meet my competitive side.”

“Is that so?” She raised her eyebrows. “And I’ll have you know I won’t go down without a fight.”

“Twenty-five dollars,” the cab driver shouted over the mounting competition in the backseat.

Ivan pulled money from his wallet and handed it to the cabbie. Once they’d exited, he noted a sly smile on Jaden’s face.

“Here’s the deal,” she purred as they walked through the front gates. “If I win, I want a top-to-bottom full body massage…with a happy ending.” She winked and motioned to her crotch.

“Funny, that’s the same thing I was going to say.”

“What? That you want me to have a happy ending?”

“Look who’s being funny now,” he replied. Giving Jaden a massage was one of his favorite pastimes, but if anyone was going to be getting a happy ending, it would be him. “Okay, smartass. If I win, I want a striptease to a song of my choice…with an even happier ending.”

She slowed her pace and narrowed her eyes. “Deal! Big talk for a man who couldn’t even get a seat at a restaurant. Speaking of which, I’m still hungry! But don’t worry,” she added after a moment. “I’ll take care of us.” She turned her attention to a brightly colored hot dog stand in the parking lot outside the putt-putt course.

“Oh no you don’t,” he protested. “Let’s go get something proper, and then we can come back. You know I don’t eat that garbage.”

“Well, tough shit,” she shot back as she cozied up to the stand. “You should have done a better job charming that hostess.”

“What’ll it be, my lady?” asked a portly pirate behind the counter.

Ivan eyed the row of spinning pig lips and assholes behind the pirate and took another moment to mourn this evening’s culinary tragedy.

“Hello, matey!” a giggling Jaden said in a wench voice with a Colorado accent. “Two dogs for me and me mate.”

Ivan rolled his eyes. “You are unreal.”

“I know, and that’s why you love me, right?”

“I’m starting to wonder.”

She drew him in like a tractor beam, and they shared a warm kiss, which was interrupted by a salty voice.

“Your dogs, miss.”

The pirate handed the ketchup-coated coronaries to Jaden with a lingering gaze, and Ivan stifled a laugh. He loved that he’d just caught the pirate eye-fucking his date.

Smiling, she handed him his dog and toasted the situation. “To the man who promises a five-star dinner and delivers something better.”

Taking a deep breath, Ivan smiled, shared her toast, and took a gigantic bite of his dog.

“That will be eighteen dollars,” the pirate announced.

“Seriously? When did hotdogs become so expensive? But you are so worth it, darling,” Ivan added with a flourish as he paid the man.

“Oh, thanks!” Jaden smiled as she finished off her hot dog and grabbed his hand, leading him back to their challenge.

As the overdressed pair approached the front counter to pick up their clubs, he realized they’d become more of a spectacle than the ten-foot octopus and one legged pirates that decorated the course. Teenagers on dates and parents with their children gawked as they approached the pimple-faced employee sitting on a stool collecting the entrance fee. A man dressed in a suit and a tall, leggy vixen in stilettos were not your typical Friday night putt-putt golfers.

“Can I help you, sir?” the boy asked, appearing confused by the sight before him.

“Yes, a table for two—preferably a window seat, please,” Jaden said.

“What?” the boy asked, looking even more confused.

Ivan leaned over and spoke in hushed tones. “Don’t mind her. She’s a little slow. The doctor says it’s only temporary, but I’m not holding my breath.”

“So do you want to play mini golf or not?” The boy looked from one to the other and then to the wad of money Ivan now held in front of him.

“We might as well play a round since we’re here.” Ivan shrugged as he held back a laugh.

“That’ll be thirty-five dollars, please.”

Ivan waggled his eyebrows as he peeled off two twenties.

Jaden bolted ahead and snagged a bright yellow ball as she headed to the course. Without looking back, she disappeared toward the first hole.

Ivan ignored the boy, who was waving a five-dollar bill at him, and grabbed a ball as he rushed to catch up.
Of course it’s pink
, he thought as he glanced at it.
Damn, she must really want that massage…or maybe just the happy ending.

“You ready?” She stood tapping her foot.

“All right, so here’s the deal,” he said, skidding to a stop on the green. “Massage for you if you win, and striptease for me if I win. Either way, one of us is getting a happy ending.”

Jaden just smiled and drew near. The tip of her tongue traced a trail of fire as she licked her way up his neck to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry, baby. One of us is gonna get fucked good tonight.”

His cock sprung to attention. He had to give her credit—her tactics were working. Mini golf was the last thing on his mind as he watched her position herself on the green and hike up her skirt. “So that’s how you wanna play, huh?”

A crack echoed through the night as the metal club connected with the ball, and the match was underway. The first four holes went by without a hitch, a hole in one here and a six-shot there. But Ivan was surprised at how seriously Jaden was taking their match. An intense look decorated her face as she stood over the fifth hole, sizing up her shot. It wasn’t about the sex or the massage. It was all about the competition, and Ivan could see now that Jaden was fierce.

How could he not find that sexy? The little cocktease was working him into a sexual frenzy as a means to win. Watching her bend over to examine the position of her ball and bounce down the green to chase after it drove him wild. As they rounded the corner to the seventh hole, they found themselves in a secluded portion of the course. To one side was a tall waterfall and on the other, a pirate ship ornamented with skeletons and a golden treasure chest. Not able to bear it any longer, he grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the coarse faux stones of the waterfall.

She inhaled as he grasped the hem of her dress and began to lift. “Not here,” she panted, though her eyes burned with lust.

“Yes, here.” He reached beneath her dress, fumbling with her panties.

Just then a burly voice behind them yelled, “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ivan turned around and came face to face with a monstrosity of a man wearing a black T-shirt with SECURITY printed across the front. “Oh shit,” he whispered and grabbed Jaden by the hand.

As the man took a step toward them, they dropped their clubs and began to run toward the exit, hopping over ponds, sidestepping a screaming child, and almost running head first into a garbage can as they burst through the front gates and into the parking lot. The sound of their laughter floated through the night air, and they walked hand in hand back down the drive.

“So it’s a draw?” she asked.

“No, I think you were ahead, babe.” He smiled and squeezed her hand.

“Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon”

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and the drapes pulled across the windows, a sliver of light managed to seep through, warming Jaden’s naked form and alerting her to the start of another day. Stretching beneath the covers, she noticed how her muscles flexed with ease and her body felt refreshed. Then she remembered the feel of Ivan’s strong, skillful hands roving and massaging her body as she fell into a peaceful slumber. It wasn’t exactly how she’d planned on spending her evening in bed with Ivan, but damn did she feel good. And what felt even better was his erection, now pressing into the small of her back. Remembering their deal from the night before, she grinned and pressed her ass against him, grinding her hips against his stiff cock. He owed her a happy ending, and she was ready to collect.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” She wiggled the cheeks of her ass once more for good measure.

“Morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well last night?” He groaned and pressed into her, his erection twitching and eager to start the day.

“I did, but I would’ve slept better if a certain someone had held up his end of the bargain.”

“Is that so? I’m pretty sure someone fell asleep halfway through her massage,” he replied, his voice still groggy with sleep.

“Mm-hmmm…” Jaden reached beneath the covers and grasped his cock, leisurely working it up and down as she guided it between her legs.

Ivan nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and let out a low, guttural moan. He slid into the warmth of her sex, working his way deeper with each thrust.

His slow movements were excruciating. Jaden moved her hips, trying to pick up the pace, but Ivan’s strong arm encircled her and held her against his body. His hot breath tickled her skin and his deep morning voice sent shivers up her spine when he spoke.

“Stay still.” He held her tighter.

Jaden lay perfectly still as he took her from behind. There was something arousing about his commanding tone and forceful grip, and her body trembled and inched closer to climax. She could feel him tensing behind her and knew he too was getting close. His grip on her loosened, and she felt his palm trace a heated path along her arm to her hand. Taking her hand in his, he guided it between her legs.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered fiercely. He spread her labia, revealing her swollen clit. “I want you to feel yourself come.”

“Ivan…” she protested, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that this was turning him on. She began to circle her clit with the tip of her finger. With each motion, his pace quickened, driving them both hard and fast toward climax. With each thrust, his cocked filled her, stretching her to the limits.

“Come for me.”

His hoarse voice reverberated across her skin and drove her over the edge. With one final stroke of her clit, she exploded around him, her muscles constricting around his cock. She could feel her clit pulsing beneath the tips of her fingers as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her body. And before long, Ivan found his own release, moaning out her name as he spilled himself within her.

They lay in each other’s embrace as the climax ebbed. Jaden could feel the blush that still heated her cheeks. She’d never touched herself in front of Ivan before, but he obviously enjoyed it. And truth be told, she enjoyed it too.

“That was—”

“Quick?” Ivan laughed.

“I was going to say intense, but quick works too.”

“That’s what you get for catching me off guard at—” Ivan raised his head and peeked over her shoulder at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Seven a.m.”

“Is it that early?” Jaden moaned and buried her face in the down pillow. “Ugh. Weekends are meant for sleeping in.”

“Not today, baby. It’s good that we’re up. We have a full agenda.” And with that, Ivan placed a kiss on her neck, tossed back the covers, and slid out of bed.

Hand in hand, Ivan and Jaden walked beneath the grand archway that led to the restaurant at Chateau Marmot. As they waited for a table, Ivan grabbed a copy of
USA Today
from the counter, and soon they followed a waitress to the back of the lounge. They sat in companionable silence as they ate, Ivan reading the paper and sipping at his iced coffee, and Jaden checking her emails and nibbling an egg white omelet, famished after last night’s mini golf incident and the early-morning interlude.