I lean over her, resting my chin on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “He wants to fuck.” She side-eyes me and I chuckle. “I’m serious. He’s trying to attract a mate.”
She stares ahead as a few peahens start to take notice of the male. “Well, it seems he has his pick now.”
“Nah. He’ll probably have them all eventually. They’re polygamous.”
“Of course,” she scoffs, an unusual sour hint in her tone. Istep back and she turns to face me, forcing a smile. “Why choose, right?”
My mouth pops open to say something, though I’m not sure what, but she just laughs and struts away, leaving me no choice but to follow.
We make our way through the zoo, and when we get hungry, we slip into the Mane Grill. I sniff the air, absorbing the aroma of grilled burgers and hot dogs. Smells delicious. Better than the smell of animal feces outside, but I’m not hungry. I’m going to force myself to eat, though. I don’t want to miss out. Not to mention everyone will look at me funny if I don’t.
“There’s so many choices,” Ellie muses, reading the menu. “Oh, I think I’ll have a grilled chicken sandwich, no, hot dogs, no?—”
“Have it all, May,” I coaxed.
“What are you getting? Maybe I’ll sample yours and you can sample mine?”
“Just tell me what you want me to order. You know I’m not picky.”
One of Ellie’s favorite things to do when we used to hang out was try new food places—because she’s awful at cooking—and force me to order things she secretly wanted to try but didn’t want to order herself in case she didn’t like it. It only took two outings for me to catch on to her sneakiness.
“I feel like you want a burger, and I want hot dogs, fries, and a strawberry milkshake. You don’t want any mustard on your burger, though, right? And you want the hand-made ice cream sundae.”
“That’s exactly what I was craving. How did you know?” I deadpan.
I can eat anything. Normally, I wolf it down so fast, I barely taste it anyhow. But I do love mustard. Something I practically gave up when I was fooling around with herbecause I knew how much she hated it. It’s not a big deal. I’d choose making out with her over a condiment any day.
I’m fascinated watching Ellie pack away two chili dogs, half my burger, and a basket of fries before slurping down her milkshake.
“What?” she asks through a mouthful ofmysundae, chocolate syrup dripping down her chin.
My eyes track it as she uses her thumb to wipe it away. I consider sucking her finger into my mouth to clean it, but then she does it herself. I swallow a groan, remembering how her tongue felt swirling around my cock. The way she’d flick each one of my barbells before taking me to the back of her throat eagerly. The way her eyes would never stray from mine, all glassy and dark with desire. She fucking loves to give head and who was I to deny her what she desperately wanted? I couldn’t because I, too, loved to give her pleasure. However she wanted it.
My dick jerks against my zipper and my balls ache for release they haven’t gotten in too long.
“Nothing.” I pick at the fries, wishing I had an appetite. One side effect of Adderall that I could do without.
“I’m sorry, did you want this?” She pushes the bowl of ice cream toward me.
I slide it back to her. “No, May. Have at it.”
“I’m hitting the gift shop, does anyone want to join?” Tanner stands and Penn follows suit.
“The gift shop?” I scoff. “What are you, twelve?”
Neither of them cracks a smile.
“I’m getting Olivia something.” Penn shrugs.
“How sweet. Hey, maybe see if you can pick up another set of balls while you’re there. Ya know, until you get yours back from Liv.”
He smacks the back of my head. “One of these days, fucker.”
“Not likely,” I mutter.
“I’ll come too,” Liam says, shoving his chair back.
“What the hell? I want to see the cats!”
