“I’m thirty.” She was ten years younger than he was.
He continued to let her touch his cheek, and it took him a couple of minutes before he pushed her hand away.
“You don’t want my touch?”
“You’re right, a lot of women don’t like touching my face anymore.” He still held her hand, and was stroking his thumb across her hand. Pulling her hand from his, she touched his face once again.
“Then those women, who were probably girls, didn’t deserve to touch you.” She went back to stroking his cheek. For a second he pressed his face into her palm before pulling away.
“I’m not a fucking pussy. I don’t need the touch of a woman.”
He protested way too much.
“It’s a shame really,” she said, taking the bottle of beer from him and tipping it to her lips.
“What?”
“A woman’s touch can be so damn hot if you’re with the right woman.” She handed him back his beer, and stood. “I’ll be back to pick Stacey up in the morning.”
“You’ve just had a drink of beer.”
“Don’t worry, big boy, I can handle myself.” She gave him a wink and walked down to her car. She climbed behind her wheel, smirking. She’d not even taken a drink of beer. Cora had only wanted him to think that she had.
When she finally got home, Cora put her vibrator to use. It was James’s face she imagined above her, and his dick she wanted inside her. Maybe one day she’d get her wish.
****
James cut into the sausage, stabbing it into his sunny side yolk. Teri had served him and Pixie first. The rest of his brothers had to wait. Stacey sat between Leo and Paul. Cora’s friend had stayed the night, and his two men didn’t want to let her go so easily.
From what Leo had told him, she’d called Cora to come to the diner to join her for breakfast. He was still waiting to see if the blonde was as sexy as he remembered from last night. James wondered if he was getting that despe
rate for a woman, he was starting to make her up in his mind. Not one woman had stroked his scar the way Cora had last night. Surely, that kind of shit was made up in his head.
Cora was the first woman who’d left him rock hard, and he’d spent the whole night thinking about her. No woman had left him like that, not even Teri.
“What’s on your mind?” Pixie asked.
“Nothing.”
The rest of the guys’ food came, delivered by Teri. The brothers only liked food coming from her. All of the brothers had fucked half of the waiting staff. The bitches were known for trying to mess with their food once a brother had a taste of their pussy, and didn’t want them for more.
What was it about women always wanting something more than sex? He didn’t understand it.
Stacey let out a squeal, and James turned to see the one and only Cora entering the diner. He’d been hoping she was a dog, and he’d only made her beautiful in his drinking. That was not the case. Cora was a stunner, even more so without being slightly drunk. Her blonde curly hair had been left to cascade around her in golden waves. She pulled her sunglasses off, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle as she smiled at her friend. Damn, her body. She wore a summer dress that enhanced her large tits, fuller waist, and rounded hips. This woman was stripper material for those men who liked something to hold on to, and his cock was already rock hard. He wanted inside her sweet little pussy, desperately.
“I’m pleased you made it,” Stacey said, leading her toward their table. They’d pulled four tables together for most of the brothers to sit at. Several of the brothers were also back at the club. The club was rarely left unattended.
“You offered to pay for breakfast. I’m never going to turn down free food.”
Teri came out of the back room bringing Damon’s food.
“Cora, it’s great to see you here. It’s a bit early for you,” Teri said.
“I know. I usually can’t wait for your Saturday special. What is it for today?” Cora asked.
James couldn’t look away between the two women. Cora captured his attention though, and held it. She took a seat, placing her purse on the floor beside her.
“My mamma’s special meatballs,” Teri said.