“Don’t be gross, Hayes. You’re like a son to me.” She huffs a laugh before addressing me. “What can I get for you, young lady?”
“Oh, um… coffee is fine. Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You got it.” She winks at me before turning and heading back from where she came.
My gaze lands on Hayes again. “You come here a lot?”
“Not really. Not anymore.” He pauses. “I came here a lot growing up. The past five years or so, I’ve come a lot less. Work keeps me pretty busy.”
“She seems nice,” I say, nodding to Dolores across the counter as she flits about getting our coffees.
“She’s the only person I know that knew my mother. That’s probably why I always come back.”
The fact that he used the wordknewtells me all I need to know. His mother is no longer living. I want to ask him about her. About what happened, but it hardly seems relevant considering we hardly know each other.
“Why did you choose to bring me here?”
Dolores interrupts, coffee in hand and we both order. Eggs, over medium with all the meat for Hayes. Chocolate chip pancakes for me.
“Considering what you just ordered, I should probably take the opportunity to ask how old you are? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone older than the age of maybe twelve order chocolate chip pancakes.”
I allow my hand to fly up and slap his arm, letting it linger there for just a moment.Jesus, he really is ripped.“I’ll have you know, I’m twenty-eight and chocolate chips are a perfectly acceptable treat at any age. What kind of fucking monster doesn’t eat them in pancakes…as an adult?”
There’s that laugh of his again. I really have to keep my shit together.
He avoids answering the question and raises his hands in defeat. “Okay, you got me there.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“We should talk about last night,” he states, his tone lowered and more serious.
I pull a rogue strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I suppose we should. Which one of us is going to start?”
He shoots me a smug smirk. Okay fine. “I guess I’ll start. I meant what I said when I said you’re not my type.”
“I didn’t doubt you, you know,” he interrupts.
“No, you don’t understand.” How in the hell do I tell this man that I allowed to fuck me six ways to Sunday that I’m not actually into men at all? This is where CeCe would tell me to just fucking spit it out. Rip the band aid off. For someone who prides themselves on being a nurturer and protector, it’s really ironic that she takes such aget it over withstance when it comes to these things. “I’ve never–”
“Wait. You said you weren’t a virgin.”
“Will you just shut up and let me finish?” I chastise giving him my best glare until he cedes. “What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was that–until last night–I’ve never had sex with a man, becauuuuse… I’m gay.”
His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t respond. Shit. Worry begins to snake through me the longer he stays silent.I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Stupid, Demi.If I wasn’t trapped between him and the wall, I’d run. If nothing else, to save me the humiliation of the rejection I know is coming.
The loud clanking of ceramic plates breaks the deafening silence that’s thick between us as Dolores sets our plates down.
I make a point to awkwardly thank her, but I can feel the heat of his stare still burning through my flesh.
“You had condoms,” he states plainly as his gorgeous face twists in confusion.
I stab a small stack of chocolate chip pancakes onto my fork and shove it in his face. “Here. Try it. You don’t even need syrup. Just a little bit of butter.” His lips wrap hesitantly around the fork to slide the bite into his mouth.Oh, that mouth.
He groans and I catch myself staring. Clearing my throat, I continue, “CeCe is notoriously irresponsible with her vagina and what she allows to enter it. I always keep some on hand in case I need to intervene so she doesn’t end up needing antibiotics after she gets some strange.”
He’s still for another moment, clearly processing the information I’ve just thrown at him, before his body relaxes and that cocky smirk takes over as he swallows. He leans in close and I can’t stop myself from breathing in his scent. I wish it didn’t, but it goes straight to my clit.That’s the second time my poor clit has been the unintentional target of whatever this guy has going on.
His lip brushes against the lobe of my ear and I shiver as he whispers, “The way you came all over my tongue and cock last night tells me you eitheraren’tactually a lesbianoryou aren’t as much as you thought.”
