“Eww, I swear you’re nasty as hell, Burkeley.”
My woman was calling me nasty but something told me by the embarrassment written on her face she wasn’t turned off at the idea.
“And I’m making it clear, I’m only stroking your dick because I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I still need you to act right to play your role. Yes, you did a good job. Now can I use the bathroom please?” she said as we made it to the bathroom door.
I shook my head as I snorted.
“Baby, the only thing you hurt was that pussy by giving me permission to stuff you full of fat daddy. You need to soak her?” I asked just as she took a seat on the toilet to relieve her bladderand she flipped me off. I chuckled as I moved around the room grabbing things she’d need—a towel, washrag, toothbrush, and soap.
“Yeah, I knew this was a bad idea. One and only time you get me. So I hope you enjoyed the sample, BK, because I’m putting those thick ass lines back between us.”
“M&M, you stay breaking rule number one. And fuck those invisible ass lines we’ve been crossed.”
I smirked as she glared at me on my way out of the door.
While she handled her hygiene in here, I made my way to my guest bathroom to handle mine before I set out a T-shirt for McKay then heated up a couple of options Anna had dropped off for us this week.
Chapter
Twenty
McKay
I waited for Burkeley to turn around and face me. We were in The Marketplace doing this date night idea I’d seen online when we each picked an appetizer, dinner, drink, and dessert. I thought this would be a good idea for us to bond more.
Mickey, you just squirted in this man’s face this morning and he opened up wide and drank every drop. How much more bonding do y’all need to do?
He knew a lot more about me and my likes while I knew the bare minimum about him. So after I left from visiting Mackie, I had Burkeley meet me here before we went back to my condo for our in-house movie night. I opted to go back to his house, but of course Burkeley felt it would be too late for me to drive home since I didn’t want to fall into the habit of only staying at his place.
“Come on, Plant Daddy, you’re taking too long,” I whined. We were only on the drinks and still had three other categories to get through and he was taking his good ass time turning around.
“No, because I think I fucked up.” I laughed at him truly sounding worried.
“How could you fuck up? You picked something we’d both like, right?”
“See, no. That’s how I know I fucked up. Let me get a do-over real quick.”
“Burkeley Jameson Morgan, if you don’t turn around.” He huffed but turned around holding oat milk with not only chocolate ice cream but also chocolate powder and sauce. I snickered, covering my mouth to hide my smile.
“See, I told you I fucked up. I had you and Peanut on my mind and was trying to find the chocolate milk you like but then I thought about us making homemade shakes.” He went to turn away from me, but I hurriedly grabbed his forearm, stopping him.
“BK, no. I promise you did good. I thought about it because I wanted it too but couldn’t find it either, but then I thought about you and got this instead.” I looked down at the sparkling strawberry water. I noticed he mainly drank water and wanted to keep it close to that option.
“So, we both out here fucking up and breaking the rules then because you didn’t pick something we’d both like either. We can get both, the sparkling water for dinner and this for dessert,” he said.
“You don’t even know what dessert will be.”
“It doesn’t matter, you want your chocolate milk and I only want to make you happy, so I’ma make it happen.” I didn’t know why his sentiment had me tearing up but I sniffled and quickly caught it before I was in the middle of the store literally crying over milk.
“Okay, next round, grab your appetizer,” I said, going for my cart with him turning to do the same.
This time when we turned around, I had mozzarella sticks while it looked like Burkeley had a tray of food. I laughed at his choices of mozzarella sticks, buffalo chicken bites, egg rolls, and spinach dip and chips.
“Now I don’t know if I should be offended that you have a shit ton of food or impressed that you tried to cover a variety of snacks.”
“Impressed. I’m thinking about Peanut’s palette right now. McKay might only want mozzarella sticks, but Peanut is going to have you wishing we got more than those sticks once we get home. We can get my choice this round.” I continued laughing as I shook my head but not disagreeing with him at all.
“Okay, dinner round,” he called out, with me turning to grab my options.
