“I’ve been thinking about this all day!” she sing-songs.
Why not about me?
I join her in the kitchen, taking the opposite stool. “Dig in.” I unwrap my burger... and I almost fucking drop it at the deep, guttural moan accompanying Leilani’s first bite.
All the blood in my system rushes south. I’m hard as a fucking rock, watching her mouth work over bread, meat, and cheese like it’s my cock.
Is this my life from now on? Forever strutting about my days with a hard-on?
Nice...
“It’sdelicious,” she breathes, eyes half-closed.
Sauce leaks down her hands, a mix of mayo, ketchup, and some house specialty. Her tongue peeks out, dragging over her wrist, palm, fingers, and...
Fuck me sideways, I want to be a condiment.
If I stuck my cock in a jar of mayo, would she—
No. That’d be weird.
Yeah, it would be. Although—
No, definitely weird.
I think my mother should’ve had me tested. I can’t even see the sauce anymore. Just Leilani’s mouth. Her tongue...
“Almost three years since I had a burger.” She wipes a speck of mayo from the corner of her mouth and languorously sucks her thumb clean, unaware of the effect it’s having on me. “Antonwas very strict. You have no idea how amazing it tastes after so long.”
I bite into a fry to halt my question, but as soon as I swallow, it rolls off my tongue anyway. “Was he only strict about food?”
“No,” she hums around another bite, bliss painting her features. “About everything. What I wore, ate, read, watched, said—” She stops abruptly, her cheeks running red. “Ten points for catching me off guard.”
My fingers bury themselves deep into the bun. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You did. And I get it. It’s not like Anton’s behavior is a secret. Octavius, Blaze, Jax, and countless soldiers know exactly what his preferences are.” She sets her burger down. “I’ll tell you everything. I promise. You risked a lot when you helped me. You deserve—”
“You don’t owe me anything, hellcat. I’m not asking because I’m curious. I’m asking because I want to help, but you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”
She looks down, lashes hiding her eyes, and I think she’ll shut me out completely. A long moment passes before she shakes her head, a tremor passing through her shoulders.
“I’m not... not yet.”
Not yetis good. It doesn’t meannever. It meanssomeday.
I can work with that.
“Okay.” I take a bite, chewing slowly.
She sips her wine, delicate fingers wrapped around the glass. My eyes follow the movement and I drag my tongue across my teeth, smothering the urge to taste the wine straight from her mouth.
“On another note,” I say. “Hailey’s been asking about you. The girls want to come by, meet you properly.”
“That’s nice, but maybe next week? I want a few days to get to knowyoubefore we add more people.”
“Of course.”It can be just us forever if you want.
She gives me a soft smile and picks up the heart attack. “So... how was your day?”
