Her face fell. “That’s awful…and really sweet.”
It was. It was really, really awful.
“Rome was in a bad way for a while there,” I told her. “But Izzy, his girlfriend, is helping him through it, but he still has his bad days and we think Matias’ birthday might be one of them.”
Conleigh sniffled and wiped away a tear that’d slipped from her eye, then cursed. “Owww.”
I got up and took the pitcher from her and stole two foam cups off the counter before heading back to our seats.
“I eat fast, woman,” I told her as I poured us both cups filled to the very top. “If you don’t eat yours, I will, and I’ll enjoy it, too.”
She snorted and sat down, digging in without another word.
We ate in silence, the only thing that could be heard was our chewing and the way the fork protested when we scooped too much onto them.
I finished in seven minutes. Conleigh took fifteen.
After enjoying a second glass of Kool-Aid while she finished hers, I took the opportunity to just watch her.
Conleigh didn’t beat around the bush. She enjoyed her food and didn’t make any attempt to pretend like she didn’t.
And when she was done, she leaned back in her chair and groaned, patting her belly.
“I can’t finish anymore,” she whined.
She’d eaten merely a quarter of her potato while I’d downed the entire thing.
I smiled and got up, tossing my shit into the trash—all except for my fork.
Conleigh got up and did the same, but instead deposited hers into the fridge so she could eat it later.
When she went to throw her fork away, I stopped her. “No, I brought dessert.”
Her eyes went wide. “What did you bring?”
I pulled the last box out of the bag and held it up to her.
“Ohhh,” she said, looking at the clear packaging. “I love chocolate cake. I’ve heard their chocolate cake is to die for.”
It was. I’d had it a couple times and had been dreaming about it ever since.
Sadly, since it was so high in calories and carbs, it was one of those ‘you shouldn’t have that’ items that I saved for a rare occasion.
Like wooing the girl that I was in love with.
I flipped open the lid on the container and set it down between our two chairs, taking a bite before she could even sit down.
I groaned at the flavor.
“God, this shit is like crack,” I told her. “Maybe you shouldn’t eat it. You’ll crave it like I do then.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You just want to eat it all by yourself.”
That was true, too.
“I’m just trying to save you. Trust me on this,” I countered.
She rolled her eyes. “It can’t be that good,” she said as she took a forkful and brought it to those perfect lips of hers.
Her pink tongue poked out of those perfect plump red lips, and I nearly orgasmed on the spot.
With my hand the only thing to keep me company, I was a little bit like a firecracker. Explosive and ready to go off the moment the fuse was lit—and boy did Conleigh Reins light my fuse.
Once she closed her mouth around the chocolate, I felt like everything slowed to a standstill as I watched her eyes roll back in her head. Then that goddamn moan left her mouth, and I knew that the moment I got somewhere that I could whack off privately, I would.
“Oh, God.” She breathed shakily, her eyes full of pleasure coming to me. “You’re not lying. This is better than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
I knew that she’d think that. I also knew that she would taste better than that cake—by a landslide.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” I croaked, trying to downplay my arousal. “I’ve always thought the same. Since they’ve opened, I’ve gotten the cake twice. This’ll be my third time. It’s been just as good each time I’ve had it.”
She groaned as she finished licking the fork, then eyed the rest of the cake.
That’s how we spent the next three minutes. Each of us took a bite, moaned and groaned, and then watched while the other performed their task.
It was when the last bite was on my fork that I turned it and offered it to her.
She leaned forward and closed her mouth around my fork, and I swear to God, I felt it in my soul.
“So good,” she breathed, licking her lips.
Her eyes were dilated, and her breathing accelerated.
Her breasts were swollen, and I could just barely make out the tips of her nipples behind her loose scrub top.
It was at this point that I was wondering if she was doing this to me on purpose.
My dick, however, didn’t care if she was doing it on purpose or not. All it cared about was the fact that she was making the kind of noises that I was sure she would make if I was inside of her…