Frisco laughed. “A man after my own heart. Take those out and cut the peaches into slices.”
Still unaware I watched him, Presley did as Frisco told him and sliced up the peaches, talking as he worked. “I hope he likes French toast, but I didn’t want to do just plain eggs and bacon. If I had rum, I’d put a little in the maple syrup. I remember you saying how good that was the last time we had brunch.”
That did sound good, and I tiptoed out of the kitchen and up the stairs again to the bar in the library. I rummaged around until I came up with a bottle of spiced rum, and like a thief in my own house, crept down the steps. A curious warmth filled me as I watched Presley plate the food.
“Okay. I’m done. Now I can pour the syrup in the pot.”
He’d found the bottle of real maple syrup and poured out a generous amount. Good man. He liked a lot of syrup, as I did.
“Can I fry the bacon in the same pan as the French toast?”
“Might as well,” Frisco said with a yawn. “Can I go to bed now? I haven’t been up this early on a Sunday without someone giving me head in years. Not that I don’t love you, Presley, but I have Armi waiting in my bed, and now that I’m up…”
“I don’t need to hear the rest of your sordid story. I can cook bacon on my own.” He laid the strips down in the pan, and all that lovely fried aroma made my stomach growl. “I just wish I knew if he liked it super crispy.”
I pushed off the wall. “Super crispy is perfect.”
He dropped the spatula. “Shit. How long were you standing there?”
I waved to Frisco on the phone screen. “Long enough to hear that Frisco is about to get lucky.”
“You know it. Play your cards right, Nate, and you will too.”
“I’m aiming for something more. My motto is ‘Go big or go home.’”
The sound of his cackling filled the kitchen. “I knew I liked you, Nate. Press, just saying, but you can reheat the French toast in case you and Nate get busy.”
“I’m cutting you off now. Good-bye.” Presley hit the button, and the phone went to black. “Hi.” He faced me with a slightly nervous smile. “I hope you like what I’ve made.”
“Here.” I held out the bottle of rum, and his eyes widened.
“Oh, you heard that too.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to interrupt.” I peered over his shoulder. “I think we can shut off the heat.”
“But it’s not done yet.” He frowned, looking adorable with his messy, bed-head hair and heat-flushed face.
“Yeah, but Frisco said it would keep if it needed to wait.”
Red spots bloomed on his cheeks. “So you’re not hungry yet?”
“Oh, I am.” The silk of his hair slid between my fingers as I cupped the nape of his neck to pull him close. “Hungry for you.”
“You are?” He slid his arms around my neck.
“Mmhmm.” I brushed my lips against his. “I want to lick you all over, then fill you up. I bet you taste sweeter than any syrup. How does that sound?”
He gazed up at me with a dazed, lust-filled expression, but I didn’t need an answer. The push of his hard cock against my belly was answer enough.
“C’mon. Let’s go back to bed.”
With his hand in mine, we raced upstairs, and by the time we entered the bedroom, I couldn’t tell if my shortness of breath was from the dash up the two flights or the incredible excitement of finally getting Presley under me.
Chapter Fifteen
Oh God, was I making a mistake? I’d thought to wait a little longer before jumping into bed with Nate, but my body hadn’t gotten that memo. I ached for him. So much so that I could feel him inside me even though he hadn’t touched me yet.
“Why so quiet? Second thoughts?”
