The waitress comes and we place our drink orders. I pick up the other menu and try to decide what to order.
“How was the gift shop today?” Teller asks as I open my menu.
It was his day off today, so I fill him in on some of the more colorful tourists that came through today after we’ve placed our orders. Teller laughs, telling me some of the funnier stories that he has from working at the Mystery Cabin.
“Did she give birth at the Cabin?” I ask, my eyes wide as Teller finishes his story about a woman going into labor in the gravity-defying part of the Mystery Cabin.
“Almost. The ambulance got there in time and I think she actually had it on the way to the hospital, but boy, was it interesting trying to get the woman out of that section of the Cabin while she was having contractions and screaming at everyone.”
“How did Stan handle it?” I ask with a laugh.
“He tried to yell over her so that he could help her to the exit and she just screamed in his face.”
“I can see him doing that,” I say with an eye roll.
“Then he yelled for me to come help,” Teller finishes with a grin and I crack up.
“Yeah, I can see him doing that even more.”
Our food comes and we finish with the easy banter throughout dinner. Teller tells me about the time that Stan was sick but still tried to give tours.
“He got dizzy and almost fainted in the middle of the tour and I had to carry him out. I think Lyla took a picture of him in my arms. He’s yelling at her to put the camera down in the picture.”
“What is Stan like when he’s sick?” I ask, curious about my great-uncle.
“Grouchy. Even more grouchy than normal,” he says with a chuckle. “Although Lyla and I did get a raise after the last time that he was sick and we both picked up the slack at the Cabin.”
“That was nice of him.”
Teller nods, taking a sip of his wine.
“Your uncle has a hard, prickly exterior, but inside he’s a big softie.”
“I wonder why my family cut him off,” I muse out loud.
“I have no idea. He’s never mentioned them and the one time that I tried to ask him about it, he snapped at me. Told me to mind my own damn business.”
“I haven’t brought it up either, and my mom didn’t tell me in her letter. She said it was his story to tell but I can barely get him to say anything. He just grunts at me most of the time.”
“Yeah, it took him a while to warm up to me too. I bet if you asked him, he would tell you. You’re his family after all.”
I’m not so sure about that, but I don’t tell Teller that.
“Would you two like dessert?” our waitress asks as she stops at our table.
Teller looks to me and I shake my head.
“I’m way too full,” I say with a laugh.
“Me too,” Teller says with a smirk.
The waitress smiles and drops off our bill before she clears away our empty plates. Teller pays the bill and helps me up from my chair. He slips his hand into mine as we head for the door.
We’re almost to the door when I notice a flash of lavender out of the corner of my eye. I turn in time to see Hudson backing Lyla up against the wall outside of his office.
I watch as she stares up at him and he says something to her. I wish I could tell what he was saying and I make a note to text her about it later.
“You want to go for a walk along the beach or something?” Teller asks as we head to his truck.
“If you want, but I had something else in mind,” I say coyly and Teller grins down at me.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
“Care to elaborate?” he asks as he opens the passenger door for me.
“I can, but we have to do it at your place.”
Teller laughs at that, helping me up into his truck and closing the door once I’m settled. We joke and make flirty comments on the way over to his house. His hand is holding mine, his thumb drawing patterns against the inside of my wrist, and I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is beating.
By the time that we make it to his cabin, I’m so turned on that I can feel my panties are soaking wet. I can’t stop squirming in my seat and I know that Teller notices.
It’s dark and I take Teller’s hand as he helps me out of the truck and leads me up the porch steps.
“I’ll have to get some more lights out here so you can see,” Teller says as he opens the front door and lets me go in ahead of him.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I’m fine.”
I don’t want something to drink, I just want him. I take a step toward him, my hands running up his chest and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I really like you, Sutton,” Teller whispers and it’s like butterflies take flight in my belly.
“I like you too,” I whisper back and he smiles.
This smile is different from his usual easygoing one. It’s filled with promise and something else that I don’t want to think about right now. So instead, I lean up on my toes and press my mouth to his.
Teller takes over, his hands gripping my waist, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of my camisole. The calluses tickle against my soft skin and I squirm, pressing closer against him. His touch is soft, gentle, and it has me aching for more.
“Bedroom?” I ask against his mouth and he nods, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs.
He turns on the bedroom light and I take a quick look around before I focus all of my attention on him. His bedroom is pretty bare. Just a bed, dresser, and nightstand, but it fits Teller somehow.
The walls and floors are hardwood like the rest of the house and I spot a bathroom on the left, next to a door that must lead to a closet.
Teller walks up behind me, gathering my hair and moving it over one shoulder. His lips skate down my neck, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His fingers tease the straps of my camisole down my arms and I shimmy out of my skirt, letting both pool at my feet.
“Perfect,” Teller murmurs against my shoulder, his voice filled with awe.
I love how much he loves my body. I’ve never felt sexy. I’ve always been more studious, a nerd, but Teller makes me feel desirable.
His fingers trail down my spine and I feel him unhook the strapless bra. Soon it’s on the floor with the rest of my clothes. My panties are the only thing left and I turn around, intending to help him take his clothes off, but then Teller’s hands find my breasts and I get distracted.
“Teller,” I moan, my head falling back as he sits down on the bed and starts to tease my sensitive nipples.
His mouth is so hot, the suction just right as he molds the soft globes in his hands, plumping them up for his mouth. I step closer to him, in between his legs, and my fingers tangle in his hair.
I don’t want him to do everything again tonight. I want to taste him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
I take a step back and his eyes meet mine as I drop to my knees between his thick thighs.
“Sutton,” he starts as I reach for the zipper on his pants. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I tell him, my voice coming out husky, dripping with lust.
Teller pulls his shirt off and my eyes devour every exposed inch of him. He lifts up, undoing his pants and pulling them and his boxers down. I move out of the way as he kicks them off and then I scoot back, eyeing his stiff cock.