I stayed at Calvin’s for dinner. When the baby fell asleep and Barclay began giving Calvin longing glances, I took the hint and said goodnight.
The walk was chilly but short, and as a few raindrops fell on my head, I was already marching down the driveway to the B&B. Stupidly, my chest felt all jittery and tingly as I neared the house. Were they home? Jordy was probably at work, but maybe Monty…
The windows downstairs shone yellow in the dark, but Monty always left the lights in the breakfast room on. It didn’t mean he was there. The main door was open too, but in Beauville, nobody locked their doors.
I stepped inside, peeked into the breakfast room, and something tickled in my chest at the sight. I pursed my lips to dampen my giddy grin.
Monty sat in an armchair, with an open beer bottle and a laptop on the table in front of him. Had he been waiting for me?As soon as he saw me, he closed the computer and beamed at me.
“Good evening. Have you eaten?”
“Hi. Yeah. Had dinner with Calvin and Barclay.”
He gestured to his beer bottle. “Want one?”
“No, I’m good.”
His face fell a notch but brightened again when I lowered myself into the armchair facing him.
Nervousness crept in, making me fidget. This could get so awkward.
Monty’s eyes glittered with excitement, though. Yes, he’d been waiting for me, and that shouldn’t have made me this happy, but it totally did.
“Listen, about last night,” I began, and Monty’s eyebrows flew up.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Um. I slept great. So thanks, I guess.”
“I assure you, it was our pleasure.” His gaze dropped to my lips, but only for a split second. He kept his expression carefully friendly.
I fingered the zipper on my hoodie, moving it up and down an inch. Suddenly, I regressed to high school, my stomach in knots as if I was about to ask a crush to grab a milkshake with me. Where to start?
I might have been taking Monty’s interest in me for granted. But if I wanted more, I would have to open my mouth and say so. And what about Jordy? Because I wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out… Who was I kidding? I was so fucking greedy. I wanted them both, big and warm, squishing me between them like a sandwich filling.
Maybe I should bring up the practicalities first and see where we’d land.
“You’re quite discreet, aren’t you? I mean, nobody knows about Jordy and you.”
Monty leaned back, playing with his half-empty beer bottle, pulling on a loose edge of the label. “Nobody in Beauville, no. It’s none of their business.”
“Uh-huh. Thought so.”
The zipper got stuck, and I fiddled with it until it slid down. The room was warm, so I left my hoodie open in the front. With annoyance, I noticed a small stain on the gray shirt I wore underneath. Was that tomato sauce? Eww. I’d never get it off.
“I would never tell anyone anything about you,” Monty said. “And Jordy will respect your privacy too. You know that, right?”
I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Yeah.”
I barely knew why, but I trusted him implicitly. His warm brown eyes bore into mine, curious but kind.
Monty wore yet another red-checkered flannel shirt, unbuttoned over his massive chest, his bulging pecs and round belly outlined by the thin white cotton T-shirt underneath. A tuft of brown chest hair stuck out from his collar. I could climb into his lap and snuggle up to all of that and breathe in the scent of cocoa…
“Are you feeling more relaxed today?” he asked, the question heavy with meaning.
“Um. Sort of.”
I’d be more relaxed if you could call your pal and lick my hole some more…
