The teenage boy behind the counter blushes a deep red when Maddie smiles at him and orders two butter pecan waffle cones. I don’t blame the kid. She takes my breath away too.
“You made him as red as a tomato,kiska,” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh please, that’s not because of me.” She laughs while I hand the kid some money and we each grab a cone.
“Damn,” I say after we’ve sat down at a small table in the back and I’ve gotten my first taste of the cone. “You were right. This is pretty good.”
“Told you.” She gives me a smug grin and then licks the cone, making me forget about everything except how good it had felt to fuck that sweet mouth. She keeps licking her cone, completely oblivious to the raging hard-on she’s giving me. When she finally stops the ice cream fellatio show, she meets my eyes. Hers widen a bit when she sees the hunger in mine. Leaning closer, I run my thumb over her bottom lip, feeling the coolness from the ice cream.
“Keep licking ice cream like that,kiska, and I’m going to put you on your knees under this table and give you something else to fill that pretty mouth with.”
“You wouldn’t,” she whispers.
I give her a wink. “Try me.”
She must see the truth of it in my eyes because she takes a much smaller lick of her cone. “Good girl. You can give me a show like that anytime you want, but not in public, not where other men can see you.”
I look around the shop, noticing the guy at the corner table immediately. His eyes are glued to my girl, and the way he’s eye-fucking her has my hand already curling into a fist.
“Hold this for me, baby. I need to get some napkins.”
“Okay,” she mumbles around a mouthful of ice cream.
I walk to one of the napkin dispensers at the counter and quickly reach over to snag a metal fork when the employees aren’t looking. A plastic one just isn’t going to cut it. Gripping the handle, I walk over to the man who’s still watching my girl like he wants to eat her alive. I swear to god if I see an erection, he’ll be leaving this place in a fucking body bag.
Stepping in front of him, I block his view, earning me an irritated look. When his eyes meet mine, that irritation quickly turns to fear. It’s a beautiful sight. One I never get tired of seeing. His table is tucked away in the corner, and my body is broad enough to hide what I’m about to do. Before he can even register what’s happening, I’ve clamped a hand over his mouth and jammed the fork in his hand, burying the tines to the hilt. His eyes bug out, but his muffled scream gets buried beneath the whirr of the blender because some wonderful soul decided to order a smoothie at the perfect time. I pull the fork out and lean in close.
“Not a fucking sound or the next place I stab will be your face. Understood?”
Tears leak out, and his face is bright red. I let go with a disgusted snarl and set the bloody fork down, daring him to pick it up and try to use it on me. I glance over my shoulder at Maddie, who’s happily eating her ice cream cone, and mine as well from the looks of it, before turning back to the man. He’s pressing napkins to his hand like he’s in danger of bleeding out, and I can’t help but let out a small laugh, because god this guy’s a pussy.
“That woman over there,” I say, nodding towards Maddie. “You’re looking at her like she’s yours, but she’s not yours, is she?”
He shakes his head very quickly, giving me the answer I want.
“She’smine. And you’re not allowed to eye-fuck what’s mine. Understood?”
He nods again and mumbles, “Yes, I’m sorry.”
He looks like he’s about to start crying again, so I smack him on the shoulder. “Cheer up. I’m sure you can spin this into a really exciting story that will help get you laid. There’s probably a lot of girls who are into fork scars.”
I’m still laughing when I sit back down next to Maddie and take my half-eaten cone. “You’ve been busy.”
She laughs and takes another lick. “I had to. It was starting to melt. Who was that guy you were talking to?”
“No one important.”
She watches him get up and practically run out of the shop, a wad of napkins held tightly to his hand.
“Is he bleeding?”
I shrug as if I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on. “Must’ve cut himself, I guess.”
She arches a brow at me, but if she thinks I’m going to crack under pressure and confess my sins to her, then she’s got another thing coming. I meet her gaze, holding it until she finally gives up.
“You’ve got one hell of an unreadable face. Remind me to never play strip poker with you.”
“You’d be naked in minutes,kiska.”
