Love Separated by The Atlantic

Chapter Sixteen - War Of Pleasure

After an hour and a half of driving, we finally arrive at the restaurant. We were meant to arrive about forty-five minutes ago, but since the snow was so bad and the roads were even worse, we got delayed.

"Let's hope our reservations are still available..." Andrea says as we all get out of the car.

Instantly, I could feel the cold wave crash and surround me as the cold snow swayed its way onto my clothes. Slowly but surely my jeans are getting wetter from the snow melting on them.

But all of that changed when I felt a hand wrap around me, an embrace that I never get fed up of.

"You cold?" he asks me.

"Yes...".

Straight away, he stops. What is he doing?

"Have my jacket," he swiftly unzips the zipper, takes off the jacket, revealing him in the very nice jumper that Andrea bought him. He then wraps the jacket around my shoulders, like in those cliche love movies... He is so adorable.

I look up at him, my eyes are met with his handsome gaze.

"And you are not cold?..." I ask him.

"Nope..."

"Are you sure?..."

"Yeah, look I am totally fine, look...".

I roll my eyes when I see him slightly shivering in the gentle breeze as a snowflake manages to find its place on his nose.

"We are here..." I hear Andrea speak up, holding the door open for all of us.

Of course, since I am the only female here (along with Andrea... but you know, she is holding the door...), I am first in, then James and then Andrea's boyfriend before Andrea herself enters the warm hallway of this beautiful restaurant.

"Ah... finally, warmth!" Darko jokes around, making us all laugh.

Only seconds pass before we were greeted by a very polite waitress.

"Dobrodosli u nas restoran, sto za koliko? (Welcome to our restaurant, a table for how many?)" the waitress asks us.

"Ustvari, mi imamo rezervaciju... (Actually, we have a reservation...)," Andrea begins.

"Aha, uredu, koje je ime? (Oh, okay, what is the name?)".

"Rezervacija za Vukovice i za Lazarevice. (Rezervation for Vukovics and Lazarevics).".

"Uredu, pratite mene, (okay, follow me)," the waitress says before turning around and walking us to our table.

"Wow, the waitress looks hot..." I hear James whisper to me.

"What?" I shriek... a bit too loudly. I see heads turn our way as a few other waiters give us their attention.

"Oh god, James..." I whisper to him. "You are so dead when we come home...".

"Are you sure it is me we are talking about..." he begins before lowering his head to my ear. "Because I could easily kill you with this monster of mine" he growls into my ear, discretely pressing my hand against his long and thick erection. Fuck me... that is what I feel like moaning out... just fuck me...

I can feel the temperature in my rise, but before the situation could escalate any further, Andrea called us over to the table who is already sitting at the table with her beloved love. They honestly look so cure together... I honestly ship them. Dardrea.

Anyways, I take my seat and James takes his, opposite to me. He is still smirking at me, he continues looking at me before sending a wink my way. Oh god, if we weren't in a restaurant right now, I would jump onto him and suck the living life out of his lips, fuck I can feel myself slightly leaking... fuck!

"Are you okay, beautiful?..." he asks me teasingly, but teasingly enough to make it sound very flirty. Nope, that does not help my south from letting more liquid drain into my pants. I don't know why I feel so turned on right now, I never felt this way. It has been a while since his thick fingers rammed into my tight-

"What do you want to eat?" the waitress asks us. I got surprised at first when she began speaking English, but I guess she heard us speak it.

I don't even have to look at the menu, I want to order that delicious meal that Igor got me. It was so tasty!

"Ja cu Grurmansku pljeskavicu, a vi? (I want a Gurman burger, you guys?)," I ask, referring to the rest of the table.

"Ja cu isto sto i ona. (I'll have the same as her)," I hear Andrea order before looking at me with a smile on her face.

"A za vas? (and for you?)," the waitress asks waiting for the boys to speak up.

I look at James and I see him struggling, then I realize that the menu is in Serbian...

"Izvinite, dali imate meni na Engleskom? (Sorry, would you have a menu in English?), I ask the waitress.

She quickly nods before swiftly walking to a counter that is visible from our table.

"Where did she go?" I hear James ask me.

"To get you a menu that is in English...".

"You don't have to do that!"

"Of course I don't..." I reply, sarcastically.

He just chuckles.

"I was doing pretty well anyways...".

"You don't even know a word in Serbian, let alone a menu...".

"Oh yeah? Are you sure about that?" he challenges me.

"So you do?...".

"Pff, yeah...".

"Tell me, enlighten me on your 'learned' Serbian..."

"Oh I'll enlighten you..." he growls under his breath. I fucking love it when he does that...

"But before we begin, I never said I learned it..." he adds, smirking at me.

I look at him amused as I am waiting for him to say something.

"Volim te... (I love you...)," he says with his funny Irishy-American accent, I can't help but chuckle. It was really cute...

I bit my lip, looking at him.

"And?" he asks me deeply.

"And what?" I answer back, sounding a bit too turned on.

"Did I do well?..." He asks me and within a seconds I feel something touch my leg gently, it is his foot.

"Yes... Yes you did," I reply.

I give him a dirty glance, in return, he gives me a smug smile.

If he can play that way, I don't see why I can't play that way too...

I begin to slowly rub my foot against his leg, the same what he is doing to me.

"I ja tebe volim. (And I love you too.)," I reply, smiling back at him.

Our moments is interrupted by laughs of Andrea and Darko.

"Boze, vi niste normalni, zar nemozemo da jedemo u miru?... (God, you guys are crazy, can we not eat in peace?)" Andrea asks us.

Obviously not. What do you expect, me and James sitting still? Nope.

The waitress comes back and gives James the English menu.

Once we all finally order what we are going to eat and when the waitress walks away, both James and I continue our little war of pleasure. While trying to forget the fact that Andrea and Darko are watching us, trying not to break up into bits of laughter.