“Linx?” Becca asked.
He exhaled, loud. “Yeah?”
“Your family is insane.” She sighed. “But I kinda like them.”
He crossed his arms and glared at the now-closed door. “Let’s see if that opinion sticks through breakfast tomorrow.”
“I’m not having breakfast with you all tomorrow,” she said, nibbling away at her lip again.
“Given that I’m planning on keeping you busy tonight in my bedroom, I’d say breakfast is a good idea.”
Now that? That got him a full Becca grin. “I need to be up front here. I’m not looking for anything beyond what we were doing in the car. Well…maybe a little more. But—”
“It’s just breakfast,” he assured, hoping that it’d turn into more than breakfast but not wanting to scare her off.
“I was told there would be chocolate cake at some point?” she said.
Uh. Shit. He didn’t have any on hand. He could have some delivered, but maybe… “What if I go down on you instead?”
Her eyebrows rose, but otherwise she kept her composure. Until she shifted, pressing her thighs together. “Until I get my cookies?”
“If by cookies, you mean until I make you come multiple times, then yes.” He splayed his hands on either side of her waist, holding her there.
“I think that’s a fair compromise,” she said, her breath against his mouth.
Yes, yes, he agreed that it was.
Her stomach growled. That was his fault. He hadn’t gotten her anything to eat when they got home. He needed to remedy that.
“I’m going to make you something to eat. Then I’m going to eatyou,” he said.
Becca hands gripped his arms tighter. “That sounds like a plan.”
“And Becca? I’ve got a solid lock on the door. And the walls in this house are not thin. Make as much noise as you want.” On that thought, he needed to get moving so he could enjoy something better than cake.
Her name was Becca.
Chapter 15
Becca
Linx headed back toward the kitchen.
Which was good because Becca was famished. Turned out a night of waitressing, learning to give lap dances, making out in the snow, meeting the family of a guy she was totally into, and an orgasm in an automobile really left a girl famished.
Her stress levels rose substantially during the whole family-girlfriend shebang. Now that they were gone, they’d reset to a more reasonable level.
“For the record, you only like my family because you’ve been around them for ten minutes. Give them time. They’ll lose their appeal,” Linx grumped.
She doubted that. Her radar for dysfunction was spot on—unless it came to her own family. Previously, that radar had also malfunctioned frequently with romantic prospects. Which made it a good thing that this was not that. This was just this. And this was very nice.
If she were being really honest, this whole thing was a total Nutter Butter. Her fantasy come to life. Life-holiday perfection.
She’d put boundaries in place with the men she dated. No sex until they’d gone on at least three dates. Usually, she held out to four or five.
Definitely no sleepovers—even in the guest bedroom.
The rules were exhausting and raised her stress levels way past five. Which was why, as long as they refrained from any additional girlfriend conversations, this thing she had going with Linx was refreshing. She was at a solid zero. No stress. No responsibility.
