“We aren’t talking about the past and who we might or might not have been with. Was I celibate? No. I wasn’t. I won’t lie to you about that. But that’s not now, and it doesn’t matter. Fifteen years is almost a lifetime, baby. But I’ll tell you this: you’re mine now. No one touches you but me.”
“Yeah, well, same goes.” She narrows her eyes again.
“I think I like you jealous. Makes me hard as hell.” I kiss her nose and finish tying the strap, then we get settled on the bike.
I push off from the house and turn onto the street. Jules wraps those arms around me, holding on.
When we hit the long stretch of highway, the wind blowing around us, and the sun just starting to set, I reach back and hook my hand under her thigh, tugging her closer to me. I want to feel the heat of her pussy against my ass, her tits on my back, and fuck if I just don’t love having her pressed against me again.
The ride into Silver Springs takes less than thirty minutes, and I pull up in front of Sundae’s, an ice cream place that’s been here since long before I was born.
Jules and I used to come here every weekend. It was our thing.
She swings her leg over and steps off the bike, and I follow, helping her with the helmet. Moments later, we’re walking into the scent of sugar and waffle cones.
“It always smells so good in here,” Jules says with a happy sigh as we step up to the counter. This place offers about ten flavors that remain constant, then rotates a half dozen seasonal flavors as well.
“Hi, welcome in. What can I getcha?” the young woman behind the counter asks.
“I’d like two scoops of huckleberry in a dish,” Jules says. “Please.”
“You bet.” The girl looks up at me expectantly.
“I’m going to try that apple pie a la mode. Two scoops, also in a dish.”
Once I’ve paid, we find a table and I have a seat next to her, rather than across.
Just like before.
“Mmm, so good,” Jules says, closing her eyes, and my dick twitches.
I’m going to make her make that noise later with my face between her legs.
“How are your parents?” she asks before scooping a bite of purple ice cream into her mouth. “I haven’t seen them much since I’ve been back.”
“They’re doing well. They retired a few years back and moved to Florida because of Mom’s arthritis, but they had serious FOMO and moved back last year.”
Jules frowns. “Your mom has bad arthritis?”
“Yeah, but she does okay. Blake keeps an eye on her.”
“I still can’t believe that Blake’s a doctor.” She grins and turns so she’s facing me. “It makes me happy that everyone is doing so well. Billie’s bookstore is my favorite place in town.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Even over your restaurant?”
“Yep. Favorite place by far. I always loved to read, you know that.”
“Sure, but your restaurant is fucking amazing.”
That has her blinking up at me, and then she leans over and kisses my shoulder.
“Thank you for saying that. I had a vision for it, you know? I knew what I wanted the vibe to be for so many years, so seeing it come to life was exciting. I love that people like Birdie can eat there without worrying about getting sick.”
“What made you decide to start a clean kitchen?” I ask her as I finish my ice cream and toss the paper cup in a nearby can.
“I have sensitivities,” she says. “No official diagnosis, but it wouldn’t surprise me if I have celiac, like Birdie. It started right after college, and just got worse with time. It helped to cut out the gluten, but sometimes something would set me off.”
She looks like she wants to say more, but presses her lips together.
