“Then again, maybe I’m in the mood for waffles this morning,” I added thoughtfully.
“Girl, we’re suffering over here!” Josie snapped. “I’m six months pregnant, my vagina is going to stretch to a massive size in just a few months, and then I’ll have to listen to screaming for hours every day by a tiny alien baby! I need details, and I need them now while I can still enjoy them!”
Looking up from my menu, I watched her curiously. “Does that mean you plan to take whatever I tell you and use it in some fantasy while you screw JR?”
“Would that bother you?”
“Not really. I’m just wondering how detailed I should be,” I grinned.
“Very detailed,” Cheyenne snapped. “Some of us haven’t gotten laid in over a year!” she shouted.
The whole diner grew quiet and multiple heads turned to look at us, including the elusive Archer, who looked more amused by the announcement than anything.
“Well, that certainly got their attention.”
“Oh, who cares?” Cheyenne muttered. “It’s no secret that I’m going through a dry spell. If anything, you’d think I’d have men lined up, offering to give me a good dicking.”
“So, why aren’t they?” Josie asked.
Cheyenne glared at the man, who was still staring at her. Only, instead of amusement on his face, it had turned to a heated smolder that nearly lit my panties on fire.
And then I made the mistake of looking at Sam, and it suddenly became very hot in the diner.
Because he was staring at me, and his expression was ten times more intense than anything I’d just seen on Archer’s face. Swallowing hard, I fumbled for my water, but the whole time, I was unable to tear my gaze from the man whose body had been pressed against mine just last night.
“Holy shit,” Cheyenne muttered. “And I thought I had it bad.”
“Does he always look at you like that?” Josie hissed.
But words failed me as my gaze remained locked with Sam’s. Sweat broke out along my spine as I remembered the hard planes of his body, the curve of his muscles under my fingertips, and the very long and hard length that had pressed against my belly.
“I should go,” I stumbled over my words, grabbing my purse from the back of the chair.
“But you haven’t eaten!” Josie gasped.
“And you still haven’t explained what happened last night!”
“I think that’s pretty clear,” Josie snorted.
I kept my gaze trained on the door as I wove through the tables and chairs, trying not to trip over anything as I made a hasty exit. I barely made it out the door when I was grabbed by the arm and spun around.
Warm lips crashed down on mine, and then I was pushed against the diner wall as Sam’s whole body engulfed me, just as he had done last night.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered against my lips, sliding his hand up into my hair, tugging harshly.
“Very bad,” I gasped as his other hand slid down my side, brushing awfully close to my breast.
“Tell me to stop,” he groaned, pressing his body into mine.
“You should…stop.” Breathlessly, I tried to come up with a good reason. “Don’t know you…”
“And we’re in public.”
“That does…pose a problem,” I said as he slid his tongue in my mouth and ravaged me, grabbing me by the ass and hauling me up.
Right. Up. Against him.
I cried out as his cock pressed hard against my clit, giving me the relief that I hadn’t felt in what seemed like years. This was so wrong. We were in public.
