"Hey, George…let's go, let's go! Get up!" I prodded, humming my original shagging tune.
"Grace, stop it," he warned, trying to retrieve the covers from underneath my bouncing feet.
"George. George. George," I chanted with each bounce. He glared at me again through sleepy eyes.
"Grace, I'm warning you," he scolded.
"And I'm warning you, man. You said you'd shag me today," I repeated, now bouncing harder than ever. The bed was squeaking, inappropriately.
"I'm gonna spank you today if you keep that up," he intoned. "Now seriously, stop all that bouncing about. I won't tell you again."
His eyes darkened as they looked at me now fully, standing over him in my white Polo button down, hair messed from sleep, eyes sparkling. I started to bounce again and he warned me one last time.
"Grace." He was talking to me as if he was my dad…hmmm…my daddy…did he want to play Who's Your Daddy?
I bounced. He moved like a cat and caught me in midair, pulling my legs out from under me, making me land flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me. He straddled me while I struggled to catch my breath between giggles.
"Grace, you need to calm down. We can't leave for Santa Barbara yet."
"Why the hell not?" I asked, trying to fight him off. He would have none of it.
"First of all, because you have not packed," he began.
"I plan on being naked most of the time," I answered quickly.
"Secondly, the hotel won't even check us in until noon."
"We can do it in the car," I quipped, trying to get my hands free so I could grab onto him. I was more persuasive when I could touch him. He knew this, and so he kept both of my hands high above my head, pinned to the bed.
"Thirdly, has it escaped your attention that it isn't even 6:00 a.m.?"
I stopped cold. I looked at the window and noticed the sun had barely risen. The freaking birds weren't even chirping. And I was bouncing on the bed like a mad woman singing about an upcoming shag. I looked from the window back to his face, now fully awake and glaring down at me, but not without a hint of humor.
Gulp.
"Sorry, I didn't realize how early it was. I guess I'm a little anxious." I grinned, feeling the blush start to creep in when I thought about how silly this was.
"Crazy," he said, shaking his head at me. He pulled me up and pressed me close to him. I let my hands come up to his shoulders and hugged him tightly. We embraced for a moment, his hands tracing up and down my back. I breathed in his scent, amplified by his sleepy time heat. Pipe tobacco, chocolate and Hamilton.
"Is it crazy that I can hardly wait for tonight?" I whispered in his ear, feeling my heart damn near beat out of my chest.
"Me either," he whispered back. He pulled away slightly, pressing his lips to my cheeks and then my lips.
"Now, Grace, for the love of God, can we please get a few more hours of sleep?" he sighed, pulling me back down with him.
"You can sleep, but I need to get packing. You still need to pack, too. What time should I get you up?"
"I'm already packed, my bag is in the car." He yawned, tugging at my hair, trying to get me to lie back down next to him.
"You already packed? You mean we could have left last night?" I shrieked. He covered his ears.
"Grace, we'll leave in a few hours," he placated. "Pipe down, woman, and bring me those tits. You know I can't sleep without a handful." He chuckled, succeeding in pulling me close enough to get a hold of me. I giggled, and let him slip his hands beneath my shirt, tucking in next to him again.
His fingers roamed for a few moments, as was customary, sweeping across my nipples until they were sufficiently hard. He always did this until I sighed, and arched into him a little before he settled in. He would sneak one arm under the pillow and me, and the other arm he would drape over my hip and up under my arm, cupping me and pulling me tightly against his chest until I was in a Hamilton Sandwich. His mouth would always return to mine for one last kiss and then I usually got another one right behind my ear as his head nestled on the pillow behind my own.
There was one more favorite Jack's Happy Sound, that gentle contented hum, and then within a minute or two, I knew he was back to sleep. I lay quietly, surrounded by the man that I didn't even know a month ago.
I couldn't wait for tonight…
***
I finally got his ass in the car by ten-thirty. I had lain in bed with him until I knew he was sound asleep again and then I packed as quietly as I could. I snuck into Holly's room when I knew she'd be up and we powwowed briefly about what lingerie I should bring…slutty or sweet? I brought some of each.
I woke him up precisely at nine, actually dragging the covers down and leaving him curled in a ball. He was a little grumpy this morning, but when I quickly flashed him a boobie, he got right up. Then he tried to get up, ahem, but I killed all that noise real quick. I told him to conserve his energy, as he would be needed it later that evening.
I hadn't looked forward to an event as much since the New Kids reunion concert, and that was an all time high.
We ate a quick breakfast at the house, cold cereal and fruit. I refused to spend any time cooking when we could be on the road. He ate with agonizing slowness, chasing his Honey Nut Cheerios around with his spoon. When he started having a conversation between himself and the leftover O's, I took away his bowl and dumped it in the sink. He laughed at my eagerness and finally relented.
"Ya know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalling," I teased, shaking a finger at him while he slowly sipped his juice.
"I'm not stalling, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Grace," he answered back, selecting his banana with uncommon diligence.
"I think you are stalling. Are you worried about tonight? Are you having a little performance anxiety there, big guy?" I asked, grabbing the banana and making obscene gestures with the fruit.
"I hardly think so. I'm just enjoying watching you squirm. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a bit randy," he joked, letting his arms wrap my waist.
"Randy? Hell no, we're way past that. I need to get pounded, and you're the guy that's going to do it," I said severely, pushing him towards the stairs, holding the banana like a light saber. "I got a hole that needs fillin', a field that needs plowin', and a stocking that is aching to be stuffed."
His eyes widened at my words and he arched an eyebrow. "That's crude, love," he quipped, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"Now get the hell up those stairs, get in the shower, wash your kibbles and bits, and then drive my randy ass to Santa Barbara so you can make me see God," I finished, my voice rising to a fevered pitch as I forced him with the banana to walk backwards up the stairs. He laughed the entire time and finally went into the bedroom, still shaking his head.
That little fucker was playing with me. I might have to drive.
***
We were driving up the coast, top down, shades on, music loud. It was another one of those perfect Southern California days, temperature in the mid seventies, no clouds and bright sun. The ocean was to our left as we drove north along PCH towards Santa Barbara.
There was an open bag of Chex Mix between us. We passed Wheat Chex and Melba toasts back and forth, enjoying our time together. Every so often, the thought of leaving for New York would flit across my mind, but I would firmly push it aside. We had limited time left before my move, but I would spend every second of it being present, in the here and now, loving this man next to me.