Eighteen
McKay
I stared at Burkeley unmoving, with a heavy glaze over his eyes as they looked out into the abyss.
Shit, Mickey you broke him.
This was a bad idea. I had no one to blame but myself because I didn’t double check with Hollis or Johnni if I should approach him with this. Just consulted my pussy that had been throbbing uncontrollably since he’d shown up at my condo this afternoon. That was my confirmation to do it. I told her and myself that if he popped up today I would offer to add to the agreement.
You say it like it’s not your pussy being offered up on a platter.
It was. On a silver, gold, china platter. I wanted Burkeley to have her, just for the duration of our relationship. And now I was fearful he didn’t want it.
Mickey, this man is still processing that kiss and now you’re throwing the pussy. Slow yo’ hot pot down!
“BK, did you hear me?” I asked in a whisper as I reached out and touched his hand. The waiter approached our table at the same time, giving his cheerful greeting, but the only thingI caught was the hello since my attention was still on Burkeley who cleared his throat and addressed the waiter, telling him our appetizer order.
“Hey, we’re going to start with an order of your gator bites and your mini bloomin’ onions. Can you also bring my lady a side Caesar salad.”
So he’s not broken, just ignoring me. I wanted to bask in the simple yet cute moment that not only had he ordered for me but it was actually stuff I had on my mind since I’d told him I had a craving. Of course I could only focus on the fact that he had ignored me and my request.
Mickey, calm down. It’s not a simple request. He’s probably processing that too.
I released a low, frustrated sigh as I grabbed my straw to taste the water I’d added a shot of lime and a lemon to.
“Fix yo’ damn face, M&M. I heard you. It just surprised me, way more than Saturday. But now we have to talk about both of those things. For one, both were off the list completely and now, in a matter of days, you want to add them. And before I ask, don’t get me wrong, I would love the chance to honor both of those amendments, why now?”
Shit.
Now it was my turn to be stuck, unsure of what to say. I knew why I wanted to break my own rule, but it was way too selfish to actually admit out loud to him.
Mickey, c’mon, you knew he would ask.
His light laugh filled my ears. “Baby, is that pussy aching for daddy? You can tell me.” His filthy mouth had my eyes shooting up to see a cocky grin plastered across his face.
God, it doesn’t help that his ass is fine with his smug ass.
I scoffed, going for my water again.
“Ugh, never mind. Yeah, fuck no. I should have known this would be a bad ass idea. And daddy?” I snorted hard as hellas I shook my head. “Yeah, I gotta change that Plant Daddy nickname. It’s going to your head for real.”
“Change it for what? I’m daddy. Yo’ ass knew what you were doing when you gave me the nickname. You gotta relax, M&M. I can help you do that. I know the perfect way too. All you have to do is say those big girl words. Tell me why the sudden change in behavior. Start from Saturday until today.”
I groaned as I dropped my head.
“I swear you make me rethink everything all the damn time, Burkeley. I was thinking we need to move more naturally around each other and figured this next step would help me…usrelax more to really pass as a couple. The kiss on Saturday shouldn’t have surprised you. Real couples kiss and cuddle. Those are your words, right? Well, I think sex would further increase that for us.” That was what I came up with on the spot, hoping it was enough but when Burkeley called me out.
There was a pregnant pause before he spoke.
“Bullshit, but I’ll entertain this theory for you. My only concern is the feelings that might develop from this. I know you said you can play when it comes to us pretending to be together, but what happens when one or both of us start to feel real shit?”
I gnawed on my bottom lip as I pondered his question. My pussy and I had neglected that part of the situation when we were thinking about this.
Because you already like him, Mickey, duh!
My thought alone had me realizing how bad shit could actually get if, when, because I knew it would happen. But again, my mind was on my need to be touched in ways by him,only him.
“How hard can it be to keep the sex casual? I mean, people do it all the time, right? Friends with benefits do exist, BK. Unless you can’t, then we can forget I brought it up.” He smirked as the waiter approached our table with our appetizers and tookour main course orders, with Burkeley yet again ordering for us both. I couldn’t lie, that little act of service was turning me the fuck on.
