Brent squeezed me tightly, then stepped out of my arms. “What are we having for dinner? I’m starving.”
I grinned at him, proud that he’d opened up, but he was ready to let the heavy go. “Steak and salad. And if you’re good, you can have dessert.”
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?”
I bit my bottom lip. “Me.”
“What do you want for breakfast? I can whip up just about anything.”
Brent came walking out of the bedroom with a towel around his hips. Rather than getting his own coffee, he reached for mine and took a drink. “Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?”
“Nah, I just needed a taste of yours. And I think I need to replenish my protein level.”
I grinned and pulled out a skillet from under the cabinet. “It’s your fault."
“My fault? I didn’t do anything.”
He was such a cute liar. “Oh, you did. And you know it.”
Brent smirked at me. “I’m going to get dressed.”
He walked toward the bedroom, but stopped and turned. “Dare is coming by later to pick up the rest of his things. Otherwise, I’d stay naked all day.”
“And you’d get fucked all day,” I replied, going back to rummaging through the cabinet.
Brent’s laughter filled me with a kind of joy I hadn’t known in a long time. And every time I thought about how his parents could ignore him, made me incredibly angry. Every time he walked into the office, he brought smiles to everyone’s faces. I don’t understand how they couldn’t see it.
Turning on the oven, I reached into the cabinet to get a cookie sheet to cook the bacon when Brent came walking into the kitchen and dumped his collection of sex toys in the kitchen sink.
I stared down at the menagerie of silicone toys with suction cup attachments, including the infamous unicorn horn, unsure of what to say. But he had words. He always had words.
“Quite a collection, huh? I’ve ordered a couple more.”
Standing with his hands on his hips, he looked down at them in the sink. I knew he was waiting for me to say something.
“Why are they in the sink? We prepare our food in here.”
He smirked up at me. “What’s the big deal? You eat my ass and they’ve been in my ass. What’s the difference?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “But why are they in here?”
“I’m gonna put them in the dishwasher. But we can’t use the heated dry cycle. Could you imagine what a repair guy wouldsay if he had to come fix the dishwasher because all my dildos melted down there? I bet GQ would just buy a new dishwasher.”
Laughter bubbled up in me as I thought about what Dare would say. And then it occurred to me what he was doing.
“Wait. Are you really going to put them in the dishwasher, or are these out here just to get a rise out of Dare when he gets here?”
Okay. Bad choice of words.
“You’re catching on! I am going to wash them, but then I’m going to suction all of them to the kitchen counter so he’ll see them when he comes in. It’s fun as hell watching him turn fifty shades of red and then yell at me. You know, like he did the last time he came home.”
I threw my head back and laughed, then opened the dishwasher. “Here you go. Top rack only.”
CHAPTER 20
BRENT
Inever really intended to put all my sex toys out on the counter for Austin to find. Sure, it would have been funny as hell, but that little display was for John’s benefit. The way I figured it, he would lose his shit and tell me I was too much. But he did the opposite and gave me one more reason to fall for him even more.
