“You made me dick pancakes.” She looks at me and shakes her head slowly. “You have an IQ of what, one-fifty?”
“One-fifty-six,” I interject.
“And you made me dick-shaped pancakes.” She looks back at her plate. “God help New York.”
“Wait until you taste them.” I pile some on my fork and watch her sideways as she tries to hide the smile that’s growing on her face. “If I were you, I’d start at the tip and work my way down to the balls.”
“You’ve eaten enough dick to know the best technique, then?” She glances at me with what’s turned into a smirk.
“Nope.” I chew my forkful and swallow. “But I’ve seen you do it enough times to know that’s how you like it.”
“Reed Walker,” she cries, slapping her hand over her mouth and then pushing my shoulder as her eyes widen.
I love it when the sweet, innocent Harley reacts like this. But I know all too well the other side of her, the one who mewled out her orgasm on my cock while I fingered her ass earlier, is still in there as well.
One wouldn’t exist without the other, and I’m addicted to her just the way she is.
I grab her hand before it leaves my chest and kiss the inside of her wrist. “Eat up, Angel. You need your energy for what I plan to do with you all weekend.”
She takes her hand back and uses her fork to sever the head of her pancake dick clean off. She looks to check if I noticed and then smiles to herself as she eats.
“This week’s going to be hectic now that the election’s almost here. You know what’ll keep me going?”
“Stuart with his foot up your ass?” She laughs.
“Smartass.”
“What then?” Harley moans softly as she chews her pancake.
I watch her lips as she licks them. “The thought of going to the movies with you to watch that new movie with the talking dog.”
She snaps her eyes to mine. “You want to watch that?” She’s practically glowing with undisguised joy.
No, Harls. I want to watch you watch it. Watch your face illuminate like it’s doing now.
Her face clouds over and her shoulders droop. “Uh, I forgot. I planned to go and see my family next weekend. It’s my little sister, Rose’s birthday. She’s turning twenty-five. She moved back in with Mom and Dad after she broke up with her boyfriend.”
“That’s okay. We can go another time. I bet they can’t wait to see you.” Harley’s brow creases and she looks down, picking at her food. “Harls?”
“Oh. Yeah, they’re glad I can make it.”
I look at the anguished expression on her face and unease coils in the pit of my stomach. Something isn’t right.
“Why don’t I come with you?”
“Really?” She looks at me in surprise, her shoulders relaxing as I place my hand on her thigh and squeeze it.
“Yes. Is that okay, Mrs. Walker?”
She places her hand on top of mine, interlocking our fingers. “Yes, it’s okay. Just don’t ask me to make you dick pancakes for breakfast.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I wait until she takes another mouthful.
“I’ll ask your mom.”
Chapter seventeen