Hunter sits up front with Matthew so he can direct them to where we are going for breakfast. The morning is still crazy early, and the sun is burning bright, trying to take the chill off of the morning. It's my favourite time of the year though. I watch as we drive through the city, turning in the opposite direction than I thought we will be heading, finally stopping after about twenty minutes out the front of a dingy rundown diner in one of the older parts of town.
Hunter turns in his seat and we are all looking at him with shocked looks on our faces. I quickly glance at Caleb and see he is wearing the same face as I am. Wondering if we will all be spending the rest of the day laying on the bed with a stomach bug.
"Oh my God, please don't tell me you have never eaten here. This is my gastronomical nirvana. Their menu will change everything you ever knew about food,"
Matthew interrupts him, "Yeah, that's pretty much what we are worried about man," his eyes still bulging in his fake fear.
"Shut up! Honestly you haven't lived if you haven't eaten here," Hunter's confidence has always been dazzling, but the way he has us all under his spell is captivating. We all climb out of the car and follow him without any further question. I am still amazed that we are actually going in there to eat.
I am surprised that the waitresses aren’t wearing roller skates as we sit waiting for our order. They are wearing little white skirts and red and white check shirts with knee high socks though. Caleb and I keep catching each other, trying to stop the rising laughter bubbling under the surface at how funny it is. Hunter has taken control of what we are eating, after double checking that no one had any strange aversions or allergies. His face is alight in his obvious enjoyment, and also our concerns. He is huddled in the corner of the booth with all our coats loaded onto his lap, looking smug as.
The coffee looks terrible and I am surprised when I take a sip and it is pretty okay. Maybe I just am being a little snobby, I mean we are like regular regulars at Sloanes and Giovanis.
"Oh my God, are we food snobs?" I whisper furiously at Matthew and Caleb, thinking aloud more than looking for a response.
"You will be soon," Hunter stage whispers and pretty much has to wipe the drool off of his chin as he watches our food make its way from the kitchen. Three waitresses juggling way too much food and drink for the four of us.
After the girls leave the food, Matthew, Caleb and I look at it sheepishly, half horrified by what he has ordered.
"What have we done," Caleb mutters under his breath, his eyes wide in his shock. "I'm going to have a freaking heart attack if I eat any of that," he speaks as he jabs his fork into a huge plate of loaded fries, before moving to a stack of Canadian Pancakes. But Hunter reaches over and slaps his hand, his fork bouncing over the formica table top.
"Treat it with respect, Caleb. Respect. I'll take you to the gym later but for now we indulge, we sing praises to the food gods that I found this little haven years ago. This is soul food. Eat up. Gigi, I want you to try my cheese burger," he says as he thrusts the offending burger into my face. Hunter's enthusiasm really means I can't not try. He is obviously pretty at home here.
I lean over and with a wink at Caleb, unleash my hunger and take a huge bite of Hunter's burger, catching the tip of his finger in my bite.
"Fuck Gigi, that hurt," he grumbles through a smile, as he pushed the rest of the burger in his mouth, before leaning over to me and pulling me close to his face. He just finished swallowing his burger when he kisses me, tasting of ketchup and mustard. Honestly the intensity of his physicality and his lack of abandon did a lot of things to my stupid heart. Matthew throws one of the fries at his head, laughing, before he jumps fist first into the fries, moaning in delight as he chews. Caleb shuffles over closer to him wondering what Matthew is doing, before Matthew grabs the whole plate and puts it in front of him.
"Dip them in your milkshake," Hunter suggests after stretching his arm over the back of my shoulders, pulling me closer, while he continues shovelling copious amounts of fried food into his mouth.
"What have we done," Caleb asks as he watches Matthew eat handful after handful of milkshake-dipped, loaded fries.
"The burger is pretty good actually," I offer, grabbing one off of the pile in the middle. I go to grab a knife to cut it in half, when Hunter leans in to murmur low into my ear.
"You're going to need lots of energy later Gigi. Just eat the thing. We are going straight to bed to fuck when we get back and you are not leaving for a while, so eat the damn thing," before sitting back up without a care in the world. I eat my burger so fast that I get hiccups and Hunter starts laughing again.
"You know Canadian Pancakes are just fundamentally wrong. Bacon and maple syrup," Caleb mutters as he reaches over instead grabbing the waffles and chocolate sauce.
"Just have a taste Caleb, I know you want to. Come on, this won't change how I feel about you. I promise. Honestly, if I can eat these loaded fries and openly admit how fucking delicious they are, then you Mister, can taste one bite of that gooey plate," Matthew encourages Caleb, trying to break a piece off for him with his spoon. But Caleb is beyond finicky with his food.
"I'll try for you Caleb, hang on," I say as I reach over the middle of the table. Hunter takes the opportunity to slide his hand up the inside of my hoody and pretty much feel me up in front of our friends. I freeze at his touch and quickly look over to Caleb and Matthew who are distracted again by swapping spoonfuls of the waffles, groaning with every bite. I glance back to Hunter who looks like he is ready to push all the food off of the table and taste me instead.
"Might have to get you some full body catsuits Gigi. It seems I just can’t keep my hands off your skin, no matter where we are," he speaks softly as I sit back down quickly, trapping his hand under my shirt. His fingers are reaching around under my arm after he quickly realises I am not wearing a bra.
I peek quickly at Caleb and Matthew who are in the midst of their own food orgy. I turn to Hunter and snort a little giggle out of my nose. Maybe it is the food, or it could have been his happiness or maybe he really did unleash my hussy, because I move closer to him, wiggling nearer to the table before I drop my hand under the table, finding the top of his sweat pants hidden under all our jackets.
My eyes didn't dare leave Matthew or Caleb, watching them for any indication they can see what I am doing, but they are lost in each other. My hand doesn't waste any more time finding his bare stomach, my nails scratching over his skin, pulling a surprise hiss from his lips but he reaches over and grabs his milkshake to hide his response. My boldness surprises us both. I follow his warmth down, quickly finding his nakedness under his sweats, my hand feeling over his semi-erect dick.
Hunter moves like an asp then, leaning over the table, pulling a plate of food to balance over the small gap. His body mimicking mine, sitting just on the edge, his eyes wide, nearly bugging out of his head at my move, but he keeps my inappropriateness hidden, egging me on even when he pushes his dick up into my hand. I squeeze him tight, my body responding quickly in a wanton desire that has me flooding in inappropriate visions of what I wanted to do to him. My thumb playing softly with the head of him, massaging the tip. He is burning hot.
"Alright folks, let's go," he barks out suddenly. Snapping me out of my salacious daydream. Pushing me quickly out of the booth and pulling me in for a hug to hide his hardness.
Caleb and Matthew glance up a little surprised but they wave the waitress over, getting some of the food to go. Hunter is staring at me, his head tilted sideways, his eyebrows lifting at whatever inappropriate thoughts flitted through it while we wait.
“Yeah we need to talk about what happened earlier anyway, let’s do that in the car on the way back,” Matthew adds as he swings out of the booth.
“And just like that there goes my boner, pretty sure it's a temporary affliction though,” Hunter murmurs into my ear, before letting me go from his embrace. His hand stays on my lower back and we follow after Caleb and Matthew, double checking that the street is empty.
We are all in the middle of an argument about whether we need to move now that Dom has somehow gotten into our building or wondering if he has bought someone off of the security downstairs, either way, it is like he had very easy access to me.
