“It’s okay, really.”
I glance down at my watch again. “I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”
“Sure.” Bruce smiles and he’s so sweet and so handsome, I can see why Dusty ended up getting attached to him. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Go on.” Dusty smiles as she waves me off. She knows exactly why I’m in such a hurry. “Have fun. I’ll babysit Delores.”
“Thanks.” I throw her a heartfelt grin as I head for the door.
Despite the stress headache I have brewing over my left eye and the potentially horrifying reaper that may or may not want to collect my soul, I have a date with Danny, a beautiful, romantic candlelit meal at our favourite local restaurant, just the two of us… and it’s going to be perfect.
10
“Oh my god, Danny, I am so sorry. That was such a disaster.” I trip through the front door of the flat and toss my keys at the bowl on the table. They miss entirely and skid across the polished wood, landing on the floor. “We’ll be lucky if they don’t ban us for life, and I really liked that restaurant too.” I kick off my boots and stomp into the living room with a pout.
Danny calmly hangs his jacket up by the door and takes his shoes off, setting them neatly by the front door before wandering into the living room with an amused smile.
“Well, that was an interesting evening.” He chuckles. “It’s never boring with you, Tris.”
My eyes skim over the large red wine stain spreading from his chest all the way to his groin and then take in his tie, which is blackened and singed on the end, before travelling up to the clump of butter in his usually pristine blonde hair.
“Oh yeah, it’s all fun and games until someone loses a limb,” I huff.
“Well, you needn’t worry.” He wanders over and runs his hands down my arms comfortingly. “All my limbs are still intact.”
He leans in and brushes his lips across mine, and I sigh loudly.
“Sometimes I don’t know why you put up with me.”
“No putting up required.” He slips his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up so my eyes meet his. “Tris, you’re perfect just the way you are.” His lips curve slowly. “Even when you’re trying to set fire to our favourite restaurant.”
“Oh god.” I close my eyes briefly as my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Clearly, I cannot be trusted with candles.”
“I’m only disappointed that they didn’t need to call the fire department. A bunch of hot firefighters would have just set the night off perfectly.” He grins as he gives me a little playful tug.
“I’ll try and organise some for your birthday then.” I can’t help the smile hovering at my lips. “You know”—I reach up and loosen the wreck of his tie, sliding it from his collar and dropping it to the floor—“we never did get to have dessert.” I unbutton his soaked shirt slowly.
“We barely got a main course, to be fair,” he murmurs, his eyes dancing as he watches me.
“And I feel I should make that up to you.” I push his wine-stained shirt from his shoulders, skimming my palms over his pecs, and my fingers drag through his hairy chest and downward while I inhale the scent of the wine on his skin. “I bet you taste yummy.” I unbuckle his belt and lower the zip on his trousers.
“I have it on good authority that the wine was an excellent vintage,” Danny gasps as I trail my tongue down his torso and hook my thumbs into his trousers, dragging them and his boxers down his thighs.
I pause long enough to press my nose into the hair nestled at the base of his cock, breathing in the arousing scent of him. Before he has a chance to get hard, I slide my lips over his soft cock, fully engulfing him in my mouth. I don’t know why, but I love the feel of him growing in my mouth, it turns me on.
He lets out a quiet gasp of pleasure and leans his head back as I begin to slide my lips up and down the length of him with a hum of happiness in my throat. God, he tastes so good. My hands slide around to squeeze his bum cheeks, encouraging him to fuck into my mouth as I suck enthusiastically.
Suddenly a shrill scream splits the air, and I jolt abruptly. Danny seems completely unaware. I freeze, my eyes widening. If Danny didn’t hear that scream, that can mean only one thing.
My mouth falls open and his dick falls from my lips. I swallow tightly as I slowly lean to the side, peering around Danny’s hip. My gaze lands on Dusty as she holds her hand over Mrs Abernathy’s eyes while trying and failing to hide a smirk.
I squeak loudly and grab two cushions from the sofa, using one to cover Danny’s naked arse and one to cover his erect cock.
“Er, Tris, what are you doing?” Danny looks down at me in bewilderment.
I stand quickly, still holding the cushions against his body. “There’s a draught and I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold in your extremities.”
“Actually, my extremities were quite warm and snuggly where they were,” he replies as I start towing him out of the living room.
