My nostrils flared in anger.
“Would you relax? I already took my cootie shot today.”
“Yeah, it’s really not a big deal. Watch,” Mav said, taking Remi’s fork and stabbing his omelette. Remi protested, but not fast enough. Soon, the fork was in Maverick’s mouth, and the food on his plate was quickly disappearing.
“Hey, that was my food!”
“You were gonna share with her,” Mav pointed out.
“Yeah, but she’s beautiful, and you’re a dick.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll take my cootie shot right now.” Maverick drew two circles on his arm, then put dots in the center, grinning in amusement.
“That’s not the way you draw a cootie shot,” I scowled.
“Yeah, and it won’t work. You already took a bite of my food. It’s fucking useless!”
“And it’s imaginary,” Blake pointed out, shoveling more food in her mouth. She grabbed his V8 and chugged it, not even bothering to ask first.
“I don’t have any diseases. Scout’s honor,” Mav held up his hand. “I was tested after the last prostitute. She had some nasty shit on her snatch.”
“That’s it,” I snapped, getting up from the table. “We’re leaving.”
“Because you can’t handle a little teasing?” Blake asked, her eyes twinkling as she shoved a fork of food in her mouth.
I didn’t want to admit that she was right, that they were getting to me. How much more could a guy take? She was mine, and she was letting them into her space, her life, and that was reserved for me.
“Just sit down. I promise not to let their forks come anywhere near my mouth.”
Her eyes twinkled in amusement, so I bit the bullet and sat down, glaring at both men before eating anything more. I grudgingly ate the rest of my food, if only to appease my wife, who kept shooting me teasing looks, trying to work me up even more than I already was.
And it was working.
My cock had never been so hard as when she licked the cheese off that damn fork, and I wasn’t entirely sure why.
“Are you done?” I snapped, not intending to sound so damn angry.
Chuckling, she set her fork down and took a final drink of her water before sliding toward me on the bench seat.
“Does this mean you’re taking me home?” she whispered, nipping at my ear.
“If I don’t, there are gonna be some awfully shocked people in this diner.”
“Okay,” Maverick sighed. “My breakfast is officially ruined.”
“Not even a cootie shot could cure me of that,” Remi grumbled, sliding out of the booth after Maverick.
“Do me a favor and don’t return to the office until your…situation is taken care of.”
Mav turned on his heel and walked out, followed by Remi, who winked at my wife and tipped his hat at her.
“Down, boy,” Blake chuckled. “They’re just messing with you.”
“It’s working.”
“You never used to be like this,” she mused.
“I never had to worry at Reed Security. They were all married. And you weren’t carrying my baby before.”
