Queenpin Of Wales

Chapter 3

20 minutes went by as Catherine and I drove to where we were going. Though, I honestly have no clue where she's taking me. She turned right on an off-ramp away from the highway leading down a spiral road. I was shocked to see what was hiding around the corner of the strip. It was boats. Dozens upon dozens of boats tied up to 4 elongated docks. I was thinking maybe the restaurant was near the dock, though as Catherine parked the car. "Wow, there's a lot of boats. I've never seen so many in my life." I was surprised by how many boats lined up along the shore.

"They're yachts sweetheart." Catherine unbuckled her seatbelt. Motioning me to do the same. I unbuckled opening the door. "They're still boats but they're a little nicer than fishing boats." I knew what yachts were but I never thought all of these boats were yachts. "Where is the restaurant?" I turned my body peering over the see all asphalt with not a single building in sight. She chuckled softly walking around the hood with her hands buried in her pants, she nudges my shoulder. "Come. I'll show you where we're having dinner tonight." My pinky grazed hers, her hand latched onto mine sensing her warmth.

"Okay, Cat." I wanted to the test waters out with her. To see what I can and can't do. Her grip tightened jokingly. "Cat? I'm quite happy you're getting comfortable annwyl." I followed her as we walked down the shoreline to the docks. "Annwyl? Is that Welsh?" I swayed my arm holding hers. "Annwyl means darling in Welsh. What? You don't like it?" The Miami heat felt light near the water. You would think it would feel even hotter near water but it felt cool. It was a nice change. "No, I like it! I just never heard Welsh before." There were dozens of yachts. Some smaller than others. She stopped at a fairly large yacht waiting for the plank to go down. "I'm glad you do Myla. Rwyt ti'n gariad mor brydferth." I grinned not knowing what the hell she said but it sounded cute. "Come on Missy Myla, dinner awaits."

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The yacht was something I'd only imagine in those classy rich movies. When it wasn't all white interior, it was all glass. Glass railings, marble countertops and a beautiful diamond table near the bow. "I know it's only 4 pm but I thought maybe we can have some drinks before dinner." I didn't realize Catherine was staring at me while I was wonderstruck. Her hand left mine wrapping both hands around either side of my waist. Her chin rested on my shoulder as she leaned against my body. "Or maybe if you don't want drinks, we can finish what we started last night." Her whisper was low while she kissed behind my ear to my neck. I know what she was meaning. I knew she wanted something last night before she was called away.

"I swore I thought we finished that because you had business to take care of." I pulled away from her grasp guessing we were sitting at the diamond dining table before us. It's probably not real diamonds, but the way the design of the glass was cracked. It looked like tiny diamonds. Each unique. Not one is the same. I heard her heels move quicker than her laugh. Before I could sit down Catherine grabbed from behind again onto the sectional. She flipped me over onto my back rubbing her thumbs on my wrists. "Do you see me doing business right now blue eyes? All I want to think about tonight is you darling." Her hair was all over the place. It covered everything around Catherine's head. You couldn't see anything behind her as she hovered above my face. "Are you saying I'm your only business tonight? I should be so flattered." My hand broke free of hers raising it to her cheek. She was warmer than me. I could tell I was cold, didn't quite realize how cold until I touched her.

"Oh, you should be more than flattered..." The familiarity of her lips touched mine. I didn't waste time processing every little move Catherine made. I leaped in without hesitation. Both of my hands cuffed the back of her neck; entwining the hairs on the nape of her neck. Our bodies pressed together warmly against each other, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. Her body language was passionate. Her hands moved my shoulders carefully, her acrylic nails lightly dragged down my skin feeling them through the arms of my shirt. Her hands travelled lower to the hem of my shirt slowly sliding her fingers under. Her fingers were hot on my stomach. Maybe I'm going too far. It's all going fast? A part of me wants to do this. Though, in my gut, it was telling me to stop. This wasn't what I imagined my first time to be. I truly believe I want Catherine to be the one. The one I want to be the first. My first.