“I like this one, Crew. I like her a lot, much more than some of those broads I’ve seen you with in town. I notice you’ve been smart enough to never bring one of them in here,” she said knowingly.
“I didn’t like them enough to give them the treasure of your cooking, Aunt Mae.”
“That’s a good answer, boy, a good answer,” she said. Haley’s stomach rumbled again and Aunt Mae turned her eyes back to her. “I’d better feed you before you turn into a skeleton right there in that chair.” With that she turned and scribbled something on her notepad before seeing to another customer, who had managed to snag a spot at the end of the counter.
“I like her,” Haley commented, making him glow.
It shouldn’t have mattered to him what Haley thought of Aunt Mae, but it did. Without realizing it, he’d been testing her. Shyness he could understand, but if she’d turned her nose up at a woman Crew cared about deeply, he wouldn’t have wanted to be with her.
“She’s a spitfire. Though she’s in her sixties, you’d never know it. I think she’ll outlive us all,” he said as Aunt Mae slapped down a plate between them.
At the look of lust in Haley’s eyes over the sizzling cheese, artichoke and spinach appetizer, he fell a bit in love. She’d barely touched his five-course meal, but Aunt Mae’s secret menu was making her drool. Haley polished off most of their appetizer, then dug in when her shrimp pasta was placed in front of her.
When she looked at his seafood sandwich with longing, he offered her a bite, then felt himself turning hard at her deep moan of pleasure when she swallowed.
No sex today, he reminded himself. Tomorrow. He’d have plenty of sex with her tomorrow. And somehow he’d better keep her away from his bed for the day if he wanted to keep that promise to himself.
When their plates were cleaned, Haley leaned back with a satisfied grin. “You were right. That’s the best meal I think I’ve ever eaten. I’m going to have to come here over and over while I’m on the island. But right now, I don’t think I could eat another bite.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he answered with a chuckle since she’d polished off her meal, then eaten a quarter of his sandwich. It was nice to see her cheeks flushed and a relaxed look in her eyes.
“Here’s your dessert, Ms. Haley. This is my special cobbler. Don’t even try and guess what’s in it; just enjoy the heavenly taste,” Aunt Mae said as she placed a warm bowl in front of both of them with sugary berries beneath a perfectly browned crust and vanilla ice cream melting on top.
“I don’t know if we can…” Crew started to protest.
“Thank you, Aunt Mae,” Haley interrupted as she picked up the spoon and scooped up a large bite, placing it on her tongue. When her eyes rolled back and she sighed in ecstasy, the blood rushed to Crew’s groin yet again. This lunch was going to bury him. Had he known eating a meal could be so damned erotic, he would have taken Haley to the corner for a loaded hot dog — extra onions.
When she was halfway through her cobbler, he watched as a piece of berry juice dripped out the corner of her mouth and her tongue emerged to lick it as best as she could. “Let me,” he said as he lifted his thumb and rubbed the trace of juice left behind over her chin and then her moist lower lip.
Without thinking — he couldn’t stop himself — he leaned forward and sucked on her lip, the taste of berries and ice cream sweet on his tongue. When the tip of her tongue slid across his lip, he had to fight to keep from clinging tightly to her and kissing her the way he wanted to. No, not in front of Aunt Mae. That was for later.
Pulling back, he locked his gaze with hers and filled his eyes with promise. He was going to take her to the furthest reaches of heaven and never let her settle back down on the ground again. The constant stirring inside his body was worth a bit of pain, because he felt alive and ready to conquer the world.
“Crew Storm, that kind of look should be reserved for the bedroom only,” Aunt Mae scolded as she set a bag on the counter in front of Haley. Crew couldn’t help his wide grin, knowing the woman so well. She couldn’t help but feed those she thought needed a little more plumping up.
“What’s this?” Haley asked brightly. Crew didn’t know how she could even think about wanting more food after the meal she’d eaten, but she eagerly opened the bag and peered in.
“That’s a treat for later. You come back and visit me soon, Ms. Haley — and leave Crew at home. I want to have some girl talk.”
“Hey...” Crew said with mock hurt.
“I promise I’ll be back soon,” Haley grinned. Crew had no doubt she’d be there tomorrow if she could get away.
“I gotta get cleaned up now, but I’d better see you both much sooner than your usual two weeks, Crew,” she said with a slight glare his way before leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek again, then patting Haley’s hand.
Crew pulled out his wallet and slipped two large bills into her tip jar when Aunt Mae wasn’t looking, and Haley picked up her prized takeout bag.
The warm breeze blowing outside was perfect for a walk. Strolling back to the resort took them half an hour, but all they did there was leave the bag at the front desk, making sure the staff would have it delivered to Haley’s room and refrigerated.
Crew took her on a walk through the touristy area that she hadn’t yet visited, and they spent the next couple of hours going in and out of small shops.
When she found a quaint antique store, she rushed inside and started fondling small trinkets and old antiques. An old woodstove with a cast-iron skillet from the eighteen-hundreds then caught Haley’s attention; Crew strolled over to a small glass case.
Inside was an old diary, the leather frayed on the cover and edges, but it was open and he could clearly see writing inside. He was certain that the stories it contained would be fascinating. On impulse, he purchased the treasured item and had it wrapped, knowing he’d find a good moment to give it to Haley as a gift. With her dreams of being an archaeologist, she would appreciate the words of an early settler.
When they left, he was also carrying her purchase, an old coffee grinder with a worn wooden box and small cast-iron handle.
“Why would you want that?” He didn’t see a use for it.
“Because it’s amazing. Imagine the stories that could be told about this box. It’s well over a hundred years old, and settlers used it to grind coffee beans in the early morning hours while they heated their water on the stove. Maybe a grandmother rocked her daughter’s newborn baby while the mother rested for a few minutes on the other side of a curtain. Doesn’t the past fascinate you? Don’t you want to know how our ancestors survived harsh winters, the devastation of ruined crops, and enemy attacks?”
Crew honestly had never thought about any of that — he was half asleep during his required history classes — but he didn’t want to admit that to her. That he’d ignored where he came from made him feel shallow and self-absorbed.
“We’ll have to go tour the one museum here, and more on the mainland.” he said.
“Oh yes, that would be so much fun. When I was a teenager, I wanted to own an antique store, but I realized I’d never want to part with any of the items, so I’d never be able to make it. My second dream career would probably be working with documents of the past, or in a museum. It’s all just so fascinating. But, if I get my way, I will lead an archaeological dig, discovering an unknown ancient culture. That is the brass ring as far as I’m concerned.”