We left for dinner just after seven. I’d made reservations at a quaint but popular place in downtown Edinburgh for seven thirty, and it would only take fifteen minutes to get there. Phay dropped us off since we planned to drink and we would get an Uber home. It was kind of nice not to have to worry about driving or finding a place to park the car, and I smiled as Dax slid an arm around my waist.
I’d dressed up tonight, even though it wasn’t a fancy restaurant. I wanted our first official date to be special, so I’d worn a short black dress and high stiletto heels, showing off my long legs and trim figure. Dax had definitely noticed, his eyes narrowing slightly as I’d come down the stairs. He’d met me at the bottom, pulling me against him and whispering in my ear how sexy I was. He looked pretty great too, and I took a moment to stare at his round, firm ass as we waited for the hostess to seat us. Even in dress pants, he was hard, muscular and sexy as hell. I couldn’t wait to get him naked again, and now that I’d talked myself out of overthinking everything, I was anxious to enjoy everything he had to offer.
“Are you staring at my ass?” he whispered in my ear as we followed the hostess to our table.
“Were you staring at my legs earlier?” I countered.
He chuckled. “Guilty.”
“Ditto.”
We laughed, our eyes meeting playfully.
“So, what did you do at your lab today?” he asked after the waiter brought a bottle of wine.
“I finished analyzing some data I pulled and wrote up a report. I’ll need to go back and edit it a bit, but I can do that from home. I had to be at the lab to pull the data, though.”
“Sounds complicated.”
I shrugged. “I like data. It’s one of the things that makes me happy in my work.” I paused, cocking my head. “What makes you happy when you play hockey?”
He hesitated. “I think if I’m honest, I have to say scoring. I know it’s a cliché, but that moment when you shoot the puck and see that red light go on, it’s like an orgasm. It hits you hard and fast, and brings you so much pleasure, even though it doesn’t last very long.”
“That makes sense.” I nodded. “And I think it’s comparable to what I’m talking about. Assuming, of course, my hypotheses turn out to be correct. There’s a moment of triumph that feels ecstatic. It doesn’t last long, but it’s great while it lasts.”
“I think the difference is that I don’t score that often, since I’m on the third line, and I’ll never be a top scorer.”
“Does that matter?” I asked gently.
He nodded slowly. “To me, it does.”
“Is it a matter of working harder to prove yourself?”
“No. It’s a matter of raw talent. We have a couple of guys on the team that are superstars. Toli Petrov is forty-two years old and still the number two scorer on the team. His son Anton just finished his rookie season and won Rookie of the Year. He’s fucking phenomenal.”
“But not everyone can be the top scorer,” I said slowly. “I mean, there are twenty-five guys on a team, give or take, and they can’t all be at the top.”
“I know that, and in the past, I was okay with it, but the older I get, the less happy I am with it. I don’t know.” He shook his head. “Let’s not talk about my hockey woes tonight. Mostly, I want to gaze into your gorgeous green eyes and think about all the ways I’m going to fuck you the next time I get you alone.”
I smiled, but didn’t tell him about my plan to sneak into his room later. Surprises were a lot more fun. “I’m looking forward to that,” was all I said.
We drank two bottles of wine and ate far too much, but dinner was lovely and I was already aching to be alone with him.
“I love Edinburgh,” he said as we waited outside the restaurant for our Uber to arrive. “It’s such a great mix of old and new.”
“It is,” I agreed. “I love it too, though I admit I don’t appreciate it as much as you probably do. I’ve seen these same streets my whole life, so they’re not as poignant to me.”
“Looking down the street and seeing Edinburgh Castle… Knowing that freakin’ Mary, Queen of Scots, once lived there, blows me away.” He grinned sheepishly. “I’m a bit of a history buff, FYI.”
“I’m impressed. Maybe after the wedding, we can take a few days and go to London. Have you been?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but not as a tourist. I went for a hockey tournament, so I didn’t have time to see much. I’d love that. Let’s book a hotel for the week after the wedding. What do you think?”
“I think I’m in. For lots of hotel sex, if nothing else.”
“Oh, baby, you’re going to have plenty of that. Remember, I’m staying at the hotel next weekend, since my parents will stay in my room at the house. Wanna stay with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
10
Dax
I had a decent buzz and a raging hard-on when I got back to my room later that night. This no-sex-in-the-house rule was a serious pain in my ass, but what could I do? Hopefully we’d have plenty of naked time once I moved to the hotel. Maybe I’d move there a day or two early, just so we could have more alone time together. In fact, tomorrow I was going to add her name to the reservation so she could come and go as she pleased.
After removing my clothes, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, taking a minute to wash my face and pull a
