The Summer Moon

Chapter Three

Malia

I groaned and crossed my arms across my chest as I stared at the empty conveyor belt. Where is my luggage? My flight landed nearly 30 minutes ago and there’s still nothing here. I looked around and noticed that there was no one else around waiting, the airport was nearly empty. Yet, my flight had been nearly full. Had someone else taken my luggage by mistake?

“No luck?” My heart dropped in my chest as I heard that same deep voice behind me and those same tingles ran through my body. What is he doing here? I internally groaned. Turning to face him, I was surprised to find him standing so close behind me. “I promise I’m not stalking you, I also have luggage to pick up, you know. This is an airport after all," he smirked at me and I felt my whole body swoon. He was too hot for his own good.

“I think my luggage is lost,” I managed out, tearing my eyes away from him for only a moment to look back at the empty conveyer belt.

“Oh really? I think mine is too. Been waiting a while.” He shrugged his shoulders, but for some reason I didn't believe him. He was all too casual for someone who had just lost their luggage, and suddenly I realized something.

“Did you do this?” I accused, surprised by my own shift in attitude. He took a small step back from me and burst out laughing once more.

“What? Are you kidding? This is an airport. What am I gonna do? Tell them to hide our luggage so I can spend time with you? That’s just crazy talk,” his laughter didn't settle in the slightest and I immediately felt embarrassed again. That was a far-fetched conclusion, it’s not like he had any control over the airport staff. Yet, as I was about to blurt out an apology, he spoke again. “Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name’s Tyrese, Ty," he said, that warm smile coming back to his face. His blue eyes sparkled under the airport lights and I felt my heart pick up it's pace in my chest. He extended his hand out to me and I gingerly took it, feeling those same fireworks once again.

“Malia”, I blushed.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered again, and I brushed my hair behind my ear. “Luggage will probably be a bit, get a drink with me?” He asked, giving me this look that made his eyes lighten. I knew I shouldn’t go with him, but there was something about him I just couldn’t say no to. Like a little voice in the back of my head telling me to take the risk, and after all, I had come here to let loose a little. So instead of saying no as I normally would have, I nodded my head and let him take my hand, leading me back towards the bar once more. As we approached the entrance, I felt some doubt creep into my mind.

“Actually,” I began and he immediately stopped walking, turning to face me. “I’m not old enough to drink.” I looked up at him, realizing now as I stood at his side how much taller than me he was. He had to be at least 6’3” towering over my 5’5”.

He stepped closer to me, so close that his chest pressed against mine. He leaned down, his lips coming all too close to my face and whispered in my ear, “Can I tell you a secret?” his breath washed over my face and I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled, like fresh rain in the forest, "Neither am I.” He backed away and winked at me, then once again lead us forward into the bar. I couldn’t help but smile as he sat us down in a booth in the corner of the room, with a dim light hanging over top of us. He went to the bar to get us drinks, and I watched him from behind as he spoke to the bartender. He turned his head to look back at me for a moment, his eyes catching my gaze and I blushed, feeling caught. This guy probably had girls staring at him all the time, he had to be used to it by now. With our drinks in hand, he joined me at the table once more. Sitting down so close beside me that I could feel his thigh pressed against mine, sending tingles through my body.

“So how old are you?” He turned to ask me, reaching his arm up and resting it on the back of the booth behind my head.

“17, I’ll be 18 in a few weeks. You?” I took a sip of my drink. Please don’t be too old for me, I couldn’t help but think to myself.

“19, turning 20 in August” he smiled back and I almost breathed a sigh of relief. “So what brings you to town?”

“Um, I actually used to live here.” He raised his eyebrows surprised. “My parents split up when I was 4. My mom moved us to New York, she hates it here. I had to lie to her to even come this summer. Actually, this is my first time visiting since we left,” I trailed off, suddenly realized how much I had just overshared with a stranger, but there was something about him that told me I could say anything I wanted. Ty’s arm came to rest across my shoulders now and I felt him pull me even closer to his side. I looked up into his eyes to find they were a dark blue again. It amazed me how his eyes seemed to change with the different lighting. My gaze trailed down to his lips then jumped back up to his eyes as I started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. We just met, Malia, what is wrong with you? I couldn’t believe how my body was reacting to his presence.

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been really hard for you” he whispered, but I didn’t care to wonder what he was referring to as I suddenly mustered up my confidence and moved myself closer. I closed my eyes and brought my lips to his, kissing him gently. I noticed as he tensed up beneath my touch and quickly I pulled myself back. What was I doing? My eyes desperately searched his but before I could react any further, his body was suddenly pushing me back against the booth. His arm snaked around my waist, and his lips came crashing down onto mine. His tongue trailed across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I was quick to grant. My hands caressed the back of his neck and knotted in his hair as his lips devoured mine. He pulled back all too soon, leaving us both breathing heavily.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private?” His voice was husky. No! My mind was screaming but my body took over as I whispered “Yes”. Without another word, he was pulling me out of the booth and towards the bathroom at the back of the bar. He shut the door behind us, locking it, and lifted me up with such ease onto the counter that I marvelled at his strength. I squeezed his biceps and giggled as he pushed himself between my legs, grasping my ass to pull me impossibly closer. Then his lips were on mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned into him, feeling my body heat up with need. I wrapped my arms around his back and found myself clawing at the sweater, desperate to know what was under it. In one swift motion, Ty pulled away from me and lifted the sweater over his head, revealing a solid chest with 8-pack abs. I trailed my hands down his chest, exploring his muscles as his lips met mine once more. His hands moved up my thighs, lifting my dress up until his hands found my bra. I moaned into his mouth as my bra clasp released and his hands slipped underneath. My back arched towards him as his lips blazed a trail down my neck, finding myself entirely lost to the heat between us. Gosh, he’s a good kisser.

I lifted my arms into the air, surprised at my own confidence as I allowed him to lift my dress over my head and slid my bra from my shoulders. I sat in front of him, perched on the edge of the counter in only my panties. I suddenly felt a little shy, and moved to cross my arms to cover myself, but he was quick to pull them back and set my hands against his chest. “Baby you’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear and I felt my blush creep to my cheeks. “We can stop, if you want. There’s no rush” but he continued to leave a trail of small kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. I couldn’t help but moan. The last thing I wanted to do was stop, but my own anxiety building had different ideas.

“I-I’ve never-“I stuttered but his lips gently pressed against mine to cut me off.

“We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with,” I felt my nerves calm a little at his smooth voice. My finger tips ran over the muscles in his back, admiring their tone.

“We just met, I hardly know you” I whispered.

“But you’ll get to know me, I promise,” He gave me a smirk and I admired his confidence. But after leaving his airport, chances are I would never see him again. I tried to shuffle back slightly and was relieved when he lifted me a little more onto the countertop. I leaned back a little to take him in, enjoying the sight of his chiseled chest. I admired the band tattoo that wrapped his bicep and ran my fingers across another tattoo on his chest, a moon with a tree and a wolf in the centre.

“What does this mean?” I asked, leaving my hand at the edge of his tattoo and looking up to meet his eyes. He looked at me curiously and didn’t speak for a minute, as if he was trying to figure something out.

“Uh it’s kind of a family thing,” he finally said, which really didn’t clarify anything, but I let it go.

“It’s pretty cool,” he smiled back at me and kissed me again. I pulled him in closer once more and wrapped my body around his.

“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?” He pulled back for a moment and I wondered what he meant, but then suddenly I was leaning back against the mirror and his lips were blazing a trail down my body. His fingers hooked onto my panties and pulled them down. I gasped as I suddenly felt his tongue flicking against my core. He began to lick and suck with such urgency I was moaning desperately, feeling my insides begin to quiver. “Ty!” I cried out as his finger slipped inside of me and he began pumping in and out, continuing to suck on my clit. I gripped my fingers into his hair, pulling him into me and I heard him chuckle.

“Scream for me baby,” his voice was hoarse. I called out his name again as I felt the pleasure build inside me and I finished against his tongue. He pulled back from me and I felt my body slowly returning to earth as I sat up again. My head came to rest against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I couldn’t believe how warm his skin felt. Breaking our silence, his phone began to ring and he slipped it from his pocket with an audible groan.

“What?” His voice was suddenly serious and I felt a chill run through my body. I ran my hands down his sides, holding my head against his chest. Could I meet his eyes after what just happened between us? I had never been so intimate with someone before, never mind someone I just met. I knew hardly anything about Ty, and here I was naked in front of him in the airport bathroom. At least you’ll never have to see him again. I thought to myself, but honestly, I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted as I remembered how he had just rocked my world. Ty groaned at whatever the person on the phone was saying, then responded, “I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, his hands were on my cheeks again as he lifted my gaze to meet his, “I’m so sorry I have to go, I’m late for something." He pressed his lips against my briefly then backed away. He handed me my dress and bra, which I quickly slipped on. I turned to the mirror to brush out my hair with my fingers but was distracted watching the muscles in his back move as he pulled his hoodie over his head. He turned to catch me once again staring in the mirror and flashed me a grin, making me blush and hang my head.

I turned as I heard him unlock the door and open it. He grabbed my hand, and we began to walk back towards the luggage carousel together. “Do you have a ride?” He turned to ask me as I looked at our luggage that had now suddenly appeared on a trolley.

“Yes,” I lied. I had planned on calling an Uber, but I didn’t want him to feel like he needed to give me a ride home. Already he seemed like he was in a hurry.

“Give me your phone,” he demanded, holding out his hand. I felt like I should say no, but couldn’t resist as I looked into his eyes again. Dammit how does he do that! I slipped my phone out of my pocket and placed it in his hand, then watched as he typed something in. I laughed as he turned the phone back to me and I read Ty as a contact with a whole bunch of fire emojis. He knew how hot he was. I rolled my eyes at him and put the phone back in my bag. “Get home safe,” he pressed his lips against my forehead once more, lingering for a moment, then stepped back as if it were hard for him to do. Yet, I had to admit, the second his touch was gone I felt disappointed.

“It was so nice to meet you Malia,” he nodded towards me, then turned and was gone. And I couldn't help but think my name sounded so good rolling off his tongue.