Beckett rolls his eyes. “Whatever! Dom is being dramatic. I don’t know what his deal is, anyway.”
Now my eyes roll. “Will you be at family dinner tomorrow night?”
“Jaxon would never let me miss it. Lucas might come, too, if that’s all right with everyone?”
“I don’t think it’ll be a problem. The more the merrier. In fact, I think Marcus and Jacob are coming.”
“Perfect. I’ve been meaning to talk to them. They mentioned something to me a while back about helping with meals for The Matthew House. Especially since they lost Dillon tosomediner in town.”
I wince. “I feel bad, but I need them now more than ever. I’m not giving them back.”
“They’re not mad. They understand it’s a wonderful opportunity for Dillon.”
“What do they want you to do for The Matthew house? Do they want you to cater food?”
“They mentioned wanting me to help design meals. It sounds kind of fun. I’ve always wanted to do something like a cookbook and this feels like a variation of that.”
“You should totally have a cookbook. Do it!” I don’t know why, but the thought of Beckett having a cookbook puts a smile on my face.
“We’ll see, all right?” he laughs. “I’m just glad I can help. The Matthew House hits differently now that I know of Jasper’s involvement.”
“It does for all of us,” I agree.
“I’ve gotta head back, but I’ll let Spencer know that you’re on board. We’ll find time to meet next week. Hopefully now he’ll get off my back about talking to you.”
“Offyourback?” I can’t help but laugh. “He’s been bugging me for months.”
“Well, when you make mouth-watering treats, Olly, it makes people want to put it in their mouth.”
“Who wants to eat my boyfriend?”
I jump, turning to see Jasper leaning against the doorjamb.
We all chuckle, and then Beckett turns to leave, slapping Jasper on the shoulder. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who want to eat your man.”
“I’m very possessive of my food,” Jasper says with a wink, and my heart flutters, while my cock takes notice of the possessiveness and twitches in approval. A heart flutteranda cock twitch. That’s when I know I’ve got it bad.
He’s sexy as fuck, and he looks like Jasper. Black leather pants, vintage band T-shirt, more bracelets than one person should need, his famous jacket, and classic sex-rumpled hair.
“Sometimes I even play with my food,” Jasper says, voice thick.Don’t cum in your pants, don’t cum in your pants.
“And on that note… I’m going to head out. Talk to you later, Olly?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you,” I say, my eyes still not leaving Jasper’s.
“Hi.” I take a slow step forward.
“Hi,” Jasper says, still leaning.
“So I’m your food now?”
“Well,” he says, pushing off the frame. “I do recall you being quite the dessert.Mmmm, best frosting-covered cock I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, and you’ve had many?”
“No, but one can only imagine. Plus, I’ve heard they’re extremely rare. You see,” he says, prowling closer like a predator after his prey. “It’s one of a kind with its own unique flavor.”
“And what flavor is that?” I ask, taking my own predatorial step, meeting him in the middle.
