“You don’t have to elaborate if you’re not ready to talk about certain things. I just need a “Hey, this is doing something, and I need…” and then you let me know what you need. Okay?”
Not many people would be as understanding as he is right now, and it makes this whole thing so much easier. “Okay. Thank you.”
His brilliant smile squashes the last of my anxiety. He hops off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. “Let’s wash up and head over toMaggie’s. I’ve gotta get my job back.”
Felix
Waking up in Torren’s arms was better than a fantasy. I mean, most of my fantasies consist of the man hogtying me and using my mouth, so the sweetness was a pleasant surprise!
My brain is still a whirlwind of questions, though. Are we going to stay as “just friends” or is this going to evolve? And will he need the restraints forever? Am I going to be sitting on his bed one day when an old enemy from his gang days comes in with a machine gun?
What an onion of complexities this Mr. Kay is.
Whatever. For now, I am just going to enjoy this.
‘Cause, goddamn that dick hits all the right spots.
If he needs to be locked in a metal box with just a hole for his penis, so be it, because I am not going back to a life of not getting nailed by Torren Kay. The man has a gift. His cock is long, thick, and veiny. It doesn’t curve like a candy cane, and it’s not thin like a Twizzler. It’s a big, thick dick that stretches me just right.
Swoon.
His bike rolls intoMaggie’sparking lot, and we both hop off and make our way to the restaurant.
The moment we enter, Maggie squeals, “Not the one whobroke my heart!”
Torren rubs the back of his head, rocking on his feet. “I know it’s been a minute, Maggie. Sorry, I haven’t—”
“Not you, dipshit. I’m talkin’ to Felix!”
Gilda barrels through the double doors, having probably been wrapping silverware in the back or something, and screams, “FELIX! I’ve been so worried.”
Maggie nods and adds, “You looked rough when you quit. How are you feeling, honey?”
Jesus, I didn’t expect them to react this way when they saw me. I’m getting kind of emotional. “I’m a lot better,” I assure them. “I’ve missed you both.”
Gilda clears her throat and makes eyes at Torren. “So…” she says. “This is going…well?”
Torren and I look at each other, somewhat flummoxed on how to answer that.
We speak at the same time, with me saying, “It’s casual,” and Torren saying, “We’re friends.”
Gilda nods, and Maggie says, “Sounds complicated. I’m too old for complicated. Fuck me or move it along.”
I bark out a laugh, and Torren pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Want a spot at the bar?” Gilda asks.
Torren nods, and we take a seat. “How are you going to act when you actually get what you order?” I ask Torren.
A devilish look washes over his face. “Once you get your job back, there’s no telling what I’ll get for breakfast.”
“Job back?” Gilda screeches with raised brows.
My fingers trail over the countertop as I sheepishly ask, “Yeah… would Maggie take me back?”
Before Gilda can say anything, Maggie exits through thedouble doors with an apron and a hat. “I thought you’d never ask. Get to work, kid.”
I pick up the apron and turn to Torren. “That was a lot easier than I expected.”
