I’d just pushed the front door to Frannie and Fiona’s house open when Fiona blocked my entrance.
I was supposed to be here for brunch thirty minutes ago. With James and Cas.
It’s Saturday morning, which means I spent the night at their house last night just like a week ago.
And it was just as good, if not better, than the first time.
So was this morning.
Which is why we’re late.
“Oh, I have no doubt it’s at least partly your fault,” Fiona tells him.
“Well, it’s not my fault that Caroline can’t be left alone in the shower,” Cas says. “But itismy fault that her hair got wet, and she had to blow dry it before we left.”
“Why can’t she be left alone in your shower?” Frannie asks, coming up behind Fiona, who is still blocking our way.
Cas’s arm slides around my waist, his big hand splaying over my stomach, and he pulls me back against him. I can only imagine the wicked grin he’s giving them as he says, “Because she can’t reachallthe spots that need…rubbing…when she’s naked and soaking wet.”
Frannie’s mouth drops open on a surprised ‘oh’. Fiona’s eyes narrow.
“If you know what I mean,” Cas adds.
I smile.
“I’m very sure they know exactly what you mean,” James says as he comes up beside his husband. “And they probably don’t need to know all of that right before they eat.” He hands Fiona the bowl of mixed fresh fruit and Frannie the mini quiches we brought as our contribution to brunch. The twins, obviously, supplied the baked goods. He gives them a charming smile. “We are very sorry we’re late. That was very rude of us. Thanks for inviting Cas and me along for brunch this morning.”
Fiona leans over to inspect the quiches, then says, “You’re forgiven. This time. Get in here and start drinking mimosas with me. And James, tell me what you think of our new curtains. Caroline has terrible taste in home decor.”
“Hey,” I protest as we all file into the house. “That’s only because I don’t really live anywhere for long, so I don’t think it really matters.”
“What about me?” Cas asks.
Fiona looks over her shoulder at him. “I haven’t known you long enough to know your taste.” She gives him a little smile. “Though you do have great taste in women. And men.”
He chuckles. “That I do.”
Soon we’re out on the back deck, plates loaded with scrumptious food, huge mugs filled with French press coffee and cream, the ocean breeze lifting our hair, and honestly, I feel amazing.
James is laughing at something Frannie just told him, and I flash back to high school. We all got along so great back then and had such a good time and I’m so happy to see that hasn’t changed. Fiona and Frannie were thrilled with the idea that James and Cas would come to brunch. They haven’t seen much of James since he moved back and they want to change that. James readily agreed that they needed to make more of a point of getting together.
High school was filled with movie nights, bonfires, summer afternoons on the boardwalk and working various jobs here in town. Everything from babysitting to lifeguarding to working at the ice cream shop. We had a great childhood here in Honeysuckle Harbor and seeing three of my best friends back together, as if no time has passed, makes me miss them more than I usually do.
I keep in touch with the triplets and James, but I haven’t been with them as a group in years. And I suddenly wonder what Camille, and Brandon, and other friends from our class are doing.
“Frannie, this is amazing,” Cas says, biting into another mini puff pastry. “You two could make a living baking,” he teases.
She laughs. “I should consider that.”
I watch as Cas licks a dollop of cream from his index finger.
I literally can’t look away as his tongue flicks over his finger, then over his bottom lip.
Instantly my pussy flutters and I feel my heart rate kick up. Is my face hot?
Cas licks through the little puff then, parting the flaky pastry, capturing the rest of the cream.
Oh my God. My clit tingles and I feel as if his tongue is actually touching me. Like it did last night. And this morning. He’ssogood with his tongue. As happy as he is with his husband, it’s clear Cas has either spent plenty of time with women, or he’s just a natural.
