When we got off the bike and pulled our helmets off, Kat shook out her hair. The wind had whipped it around during the ride, and it was a mess, but I thought that it looked like she’d just had wild sex. I felt my cock start to stir at the notion of that, and I stepped closer to her. I hadn’t kissed her again since that first time in the back room of the shop, and I needed another taste.
Cupping her cheek, I tilted her head back, and she parted her lips for me. The kiss was gentler than last time, but I still felt a blast of arousal at the contact. I wanted to consume her, but she pulled away after a few seconds.
“Come on,” she said. “I’m starving.”
We walked into the familiar restaurant. I had been coming here since I moved to La Playa, and in my opinion, it had the best pizza in town.
“Blade, I didn’t know you were coming in tonight,” John, the owner of the place, greeted me from behind the counter as I walked through the door. He was always here, tossing pizza dough every day. His eyes landed on Kat beside me, and he grinned. “And you’ve brought afriend.”
“Kat, this is John, the owner of the best pizza shop you’ve ever been in.”
“Wow. Those are some big words.” She turned to John. “Does the food live up to the hype?”
“I like to think so,” he said with a humble look.
I gestured to a booth by the door, and Kat slid into the seat. The inside of the restaurant was exactly what you’d expect of a small pizza place. There were red vinyl seats at the booths and matching chairs at the tables placed in straight rows on the floor. The glass front of the building provided an uninspiring view of the parking lot, and there were close-up pictures of pizzas on the walls. What really set the place apart was the product. John’s grandmother came over from Sicily sixty years ago, bringing the recipe with her. It was authentic and tasted amazing.
There were a few other customers already seated, enjoying the food. It was never overly crowded here, making it the best-kept secret in La Playa.
“What toppings do you like?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Usually, just pepperoni.”
“A woman after my own heart,” I said, adding a little drama by placing my hand over the left side of my chest. It earned me a small chuckle.
I went to the counter to place our order, and John got to work immediately. He made the food right there in front of the customers, showing off as he stretched the dough by tossing it into the air and catching it.
“So, you’re a regular here?” Kat asked when I sat back down.
“I’m not much of a cook, so I have a few favorite places that I go to eat regularly. You ever heard of Tiny’s?”
“I don’t really go to that part of town often,” she said.
An emotion that I couldn’t decipher flashed across her face. I was just about to ask her about it when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn’t want to be rude, but as a prospect, it was important that I could be reached at all times. It was a message from Ryder telling me that there would be a meeting tomorrow night.
“Sorry, just a second,” I said, typing out a quick affirmative that I would be there.
Those bikes aren’t going to watch themselves.
“Anyway,” I tried to recall where we were in the conversation. “I come here at least once a week, but I chose it tonight because of our after-dinner activity.”
She shot me a heated gaze, and I knew what she had in mind. My cock, still half-erect from thoughts of getting her naked, gave a little twitch in my pants.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “And what activity do you have in mind?”
Leaning closer to her, I beckoned for her to do the same. She did until our faces were only inches apart. I wanted to claim her sweet mouth again, but instead, I turned my head and pointed to a black building across the street.
“Laser tag?” Kat asked, and I could hear the surprise and excitement in her voice.
“Yep.” I sat back in my seat. “But I have to warn you, I’m pretty good. You might not stand a chance.”
“I’m gonna wipe that smug grin off your face once and for all,” she said, also leaning back. “I can’t believe you’re taking me to play laser tag.”
“Why not? I told you it would be more fun than a movie.”
“It’s just that some people might consider it childish.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” I asked. “I think we should all be a little childish sometimes.”
