“I’d like to order a coffee, please,” I tell her without looking at the menu or giving her the chance to speak. “Black with two sugars.”
“Okay, I’ll get that brought over as soon as it’s ready.”
“Thank you.”
I close my eyes while I wait. It’s been a long damn night, and it’s nowhere near over yet. My ears are still ringing from the volume of the music and the screaming crowd at the concert, and my body aches in multiple places. I’ll probably wake up with bruises tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it.
It’s not the only ache I’m feeling, though. A smile forms on my lips as I remember the way Amos sucked my dick like it was his favorite flavor popsicle, and the way his smooth, tattooed arms shook as I dragged his knife over the skin. Never would’ve pegged him as someone who’d be into knife play and sucking my dick, but I’m not complaining.
His mouth felt fucking incredible wrapped around me, and when he swallowed every drop of cum I shot into him… I shudder, and as subtly as I can, I readjust myself under the table. I’m more than ready for more of Amos, and judging by the bulge I saw and felt when we were outside, so is he.
I’m jolted out of my reverie by Katy clearing her throat and signaling the arrival of my coffee. Opening my eyes, I glance up at her and see it in her hand.
“Thank you.”
With a smile, I take it from her and have a sip, enjoying the burn and the bitter flavor with a hint of sweet. Kind of like Amos really, I muse thoughtfully. Pulling out my phone, I check the time and work out how long I’ll have to hang around and wait for Amos to show his face after his shift.
I’ve always given him shit for working here, and while I don’t envy him the long hours he puts in, I’m not actually as bothered by it as I pretend to be. Time drags on, and the sky outside is getting darker and darker. I’ve already finished my coffee and have started my second. I’m going to need all the energy I can get.
The two waitresses and the busboy—who won’t meet my eyes—bustle around me, cleaning up and getting everything ready for the next round of customers. I pay for the drinks and settle back down to wait for Amos, while finishing my coffee. This second cup tastes like shit, but I’ve already paid for it, so I’m going to drink the damn thing.
The staff leave me be, and from the conversation I catch the tail-end of between Katy and the busboy, it’s time for Amos’ next break, but she’s giving him a message to pass on, with strict instructions not to take any shit from me.
Setting my nearly empty mug down, I look up at the clock on the wall just as the kitchen door opens, and a tired, sweaty Amos walks out with a fire burning in his eyes, and a serious expression on his face. I get to my feet and watch him with a smirk as he stalks across the diner toward me.
Chapter Twelve
Amos
“Sit down,” I instruct him, tiredly. Xavier gives me a dirty look but does as he’s told, and I’m wondering if perhaps he wants to play the part of the proverbial good boy.
“Isn’t it time to leave yet?” he asks, craning his neck to look at the greasy clock hanging above the swinging double doors.
“Not yet,” I say as I slide into the booth next to him. “Two more hours.”
Xavier blows out his breath as he reaches for his cup of coffee, and makes a face after taking a sip.
I grin knowingly.
The coffee from the pot that Katy Kat likes to serve her problems from, is one that she keeps filled with day-old coffee and a splash of new to keep it topped up.
“Blech.”
I chuckle as I rest my elbows on the table, then drop my forehead against my arms.
“What’s the matter, Amos?” he asks curiously.
I shrug, my eyes still closed, my forehead still against my arms, knowing damn well that the issue is the way Colin is acting toward me now.
He’s always been such a good friend and even better coworker, but I doubt he’ll be interested in being much of either now.
“You know, considering you just had my dick in your mouth, I guess I assumed you’d be able to tell me things now,” he grumbles.
I sit up, look at him incredulously, and feel that damn bite of resentment starting to stir inside of me.
“Is that what this was about? You throat-fucked me, so I should start opening up?”
Xavier reaches over and ruffles my hair, shaking his head in amusement.