Page 5 of Peaches

I smile to myself.

Looks like I’m not the only one who didn’t get a name.

Peaches.

My grin widens.

I have to admit, I kinda like it.

Okay,Romeo, I decide, pinning him with a name that seems absolutely appropriate. If wedoever meet again, I promise I’ll admit we might just be some sort of star-crossed lovers addicted to thedistractionwe both give each other from the life we’d rather not be living.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Well, okay, I will.

Only to myself.

A promise is a promise after all, am I right?

Now that’s a promise I know I can keep.

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Brett

Luscious.Succulent. Ripe. Desirable.

The words linger in my mind as my cock stirs and I close my eyes, running my tongue over my lips as if I can sample the smallest bit of what I know she’d taste like.

Her playful demeanor.

Rich, sweet.

Her heavenly body.

Mature, attractive, fucking juicy as hell.

Ifeel my mouth water just thinking about it.

Something about her tells me she’s something to cherish. Something I’ve always wanted, wished for,desired. No woman has ever talked to me like that and gotten away with it, and God, as I think back to our flirtatious banter, I just want only one thing - more!

Peaches! Damn Peaches!

I smile once to myself as her memory floats through my brain, and then force my mind to focus, to snap back to reality as I pull myself from my daydream, open my eyes, pull the bag on my shoulder up higher, and attempt to shake the thought of her from my head as I follow Josh down River Street.

“Care to explain why you’re dressed like the homeless and not in your normal three-piece Armani suit,” I hear my business partner and best friend say. He clicks his key fob as we walk a few more feet towards his Mercedes and I look down at my attire.

“Not much you can find in a corner shop after being drenched by a four-wheeler going fifty in a thirty-five, mind you also after a sudden Savannah downpour, my dear friend,” I open the passenger door and throw my bag into the back seat and then adjust the waist band of my sweatpants.

After a late morning meeting downtown, I took to the street to clear my head and maybe find my sanity. It isn’t every day I force myself out of bed after getting barely any rest from a breakup that was one year in the making, and damn it if I have to admit, a breakup I am glad to finally be over.

Well, the losing sleep over the breakup part is true. The no rest for the hungry, determined, and Wolf-of-Wall Street type - that’s just a regular occurrence in my world.

What I wasn’t expecting though, was to have a sudden tidal wave rise up from nowhere when I went to cross the street to one of my favorite hole in the wall places. A coffee shop that reminds me of simpler times when I was young and naive, before the world tainted me with its dream crushing truths, and family was something I thought I’d never be without. Something I’d alwayscherish. Kinda like,Peaches.

Fucking hell, I shake my head and attempt to focus again.

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