He pulled into the parking lot when they reached the diner. He wanted to give Elle a chance to let Grace and Kelly know she was all right. They would be worried.
He helped her off the bike and held her hand as they entered the diner. Elle’s eyes sparkled like diamonds. She was so beautiful he wanted to lift her up and throw her down on the diner counter. His cock was throbbing in his pants with every second that passed.
“Elle,” Kelly cried when she saw her friend entering.
Forrester watched as the two girls hugged. It was beautiful to see the relief on Kelly’s face.
“Where’s Grace?” Elle said.
“I’m right here,” Grace answered, coming out of the kitchen with her apron slung over her shoulder. “You gave us quite a scare, young lady.”
“I know.”
“But I knew you’d be all right once I saw that this one was going after you,” Grace said, cocking her head at Forrester.
Forrester put his arm on Elle’s shoulders.
“She gave me a scare too,” he said.
“I guess it’s true what they say,” Grace said. “Better late than never.”
Forrester was embarrassed. He felt awful that he’d made Elle worry while he was locked up. There’d been nothing he could do about it but it still wasn’t something he was proud of.
“Elle,” he said. “About that. We should go somewhere more private so that I can explain everything that happened.”
He had no intention of explaining anything to her. All he wanted to do was rip her clothes off, and slide his long, hard cock so deep inside her that she would be begging him for mercy. His cock was raging for her and he wasn’t going to wait another minute.
“We could get a table at the back,” Elle said, indicating the back of the restaurant.
Forrester laughed. “For what I have planned, we’re going to need a hell of a lot more privacy than that, sweetheart. How about we go back to your place?”
Elle blushed.
“That’s right sweetheart,” Forrester said, eyeing her from head to toe. “You know what I mean.”
Grace and Kelly were giggling as they left the diner. It was only a minute or two later that Forrester found himself following Elle up the tiny staircase that led to her attic apartment.
He looked around. It was hard to believe that just a few hours earlier, he’d been there, desperately searching for Elle, scared to death that something bad might have happened to her, or that he may not ever see her again. Now he had her right there with him. Right where he wanted her.
“We’ve got some lost time to catch up on,” he said.
Elle shivered as she looked back at him. He realized she was cold.
“But first, let me get this fire going.”
“I’ll make coffee,” Elle said.
Elle made the coffee while Forrester got a nice, big fire going, and the entire time he worked on the fire, he kept stealing glances at her. She was even prettier than he remembered. Her skin seemed smoother. Her eyes were bigger and brighter. Her hair was shinier. Her ass and hips were more seductive and alluring. The mounds of flesh on her chest were calling to him. His cock was rock hard, but he tried not to let it show.
He played it cool, or as cool as he could with that much lust flowing through his veins.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t show up the other morning,” he said.
“It’s okay,” Elle said, but he could tell from the quiver in her voice that she was emotional about it.
“It’s not okay,” he said. “It’s unforgivable. Elle, I would never stand you up, and I never will again.”
“I don’t mind,” she said again, softly.
Forrester sighed. “Will you at least let me explain what happened?”
“I think I know.”
“You don’t know the whole story, Elle. You might know the facts, but you don’t really know what happened.”
“All right,” she said, handing him a cup of coffee. “Tell me.”
“You want the long version or the short version?” Forrester said.
He looked at her and could tell she’d been hurt by the events of the last few days. His cock was so hard for her, but he didn’t want to taste her until she was ready for him. He owed her an explanation.
“Either,” she said.
“All right. I’ll tell you exactly what happened. I walked into a diner the other day, and there, serving me coffee, was an angel. I mean it. A real angel, Elle. The girl of my dreams. I was so taken by her that I reached out and touched her hand while she was serving me.”
Elle smiled at the memory.
“But it didn’t stop there. It was a difficult time for me. I’d come back to the town of my birth to bury my father, and my father’s memory is the one thing that scares me. So when I realized that this girl made me feel less afraid, when I saw that she lifted me up, and made me more of a man, stronger, happier, more full of life, I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.”