He slowly spins around. “For what?”
I keep my voice low. “You know.”
“Jesus, Olivia. You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you for letting me do that to you,” he says, a stern expression on his face.
My cheeks burn, and I laugh awkwardly. “Oh.”
He shakes his head, kissing me one more time before he leaves.
I spend the rest of the evening working on my blanket, a cheesy smile on my face. I was fully motivated after he encouraged me to keep going…the orgasm didn’t hurt either.
“CanI get a dozen original glazed, and a dozen filled. Half jelly, half cream?” Ellie talks to the speaker box at the Krispy Kreme drive-thru.
“You’re getting two?” I’m not judging, and she knows that. She waves off the concern in my voice. Ellie only binges on donuts when something’s seriously wrong or she’s celebrating.
She drives to the window and hands the young man her card. “I hope they’re fresh. Nothing is worse than stale donuts.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
She hasn’t mentioned Travis much lately, and normally that wouldn’t concern me, but she’s acting strange.
The worker hands her the donuts and card, and she gives him a flirty smile. “Thanks.” She sets the boxes in my lap and drives off. “Hand me one, will you? And yes, I’m fine, just really craving a donut.”
There aretwenty-fourdonuts here, but I decide not to push it and hand her one.
“Mm, hell yes. Fresh.” She groans, taking a bite. “Get one, babe. Of course, they’re no Dilly’s, but they’ll do.” Normally, she likes to get her donuts from this little mom-and-pop shop downtown called Dilly’s, but they’re closed on Sundays, and she couldn’t wait another day.
“No, thanks,” I say. These are ‘something’s wrong’ donuts, not celebratory donuts, and it’s making my stomach churn with worry.
She sends me a crazed look before shrugging and finishing off the rest of her donut then licking her fingers clean.
I’m instantly thrown back to last week when Penn lickedmeoff his fingers. It was so vulgar. So hot.I’d never experienced anything like it. Chad and I usually crawled under the blankets, turned out the lights, and didn’t talk until it was over.
With Penn, I know it’s going to be different—better. It’s already so much more intense.
We’ve both been so busy we haven’t seen each other for longer than a few minutes since he brought me to an amazing orgasm with his expertly skilled fingers. He normally swings by on his way home after practices at night, but he doesn’t stay long when he knows I have an early class. It’s actually sweet.He comes by, asks about my day, kisses me breathlessly, and leaves.
I won’t pretend I haven’t been a smidge disappointed that he skips out right when I’m getting all worked up. It’s like he knows what he’s doing. Tempting me with his hot mouth and walking away as if I’m not panting like a dog waiting for him to touch me again. I flush just thinking about it.
“Why is your face so red?”
“Huh?” I ask, my face flaming even hotter as Ellie glances between me and the road.
“You’re blushing! What is going on inside that dirty head of yours?”
“Nothing!” I shriek, turning away from her to stare out the window.
“Thinking about Penn’s magical fingers again?”
“Ellie!”
She cackles. “I told you he knew what he was doing. You don’t spend years perfecting the guitar—an instrument inspired by a woman’s body—and not be good at also playing an actual woman’s body.”
“Isn’t that a myth?”
“Who knows? Anyway, I’m sure his…other ‘member’ will be just as useful,” she says. “You should give it a whirl and let me know if he’s packing. Even if he’s not, it could still be good. I’ve had small ones, not my favorites, but if they know what they’re doing.”
“Oh, he’s not,” I mumble, but she keeps going, not hearing me.
