Page 31 of Accidental Husband
Honestly, I hate these restaurants. The burger joints especially. The food is fine, but it's also a million bad memories of dinners with my dad. We had plenty of money, but he never wanted to spend it on me. He certainly didn't put effort into cooking.
I scrub my hands until they're raw, but they don't clean what I need gone. There are too many memories. Thank fuck we never went here.
It hits me like a brick to the face—that's why she dragged me here. Not because she's sick of our friends. She hates sandwiches and loves tacos, even shitty fast food ones.
I move into the main room. Join her at a booth in the corner.
She offers me the plastic cup of soda. Iced tea, of course. Then she nods to our sandwiches.
And there are two sandwiches. My twelve-inch meatball. Her six-inch veggie filled turkey club.
"Not even gonna joke about my footlong." I slide into the seat across from her.
"Ew, gross." She tears into her sandwich. Chews. Swallows. "And too much."
"How do you know until you try?"
"You are not."
No, that would be too much. But I'm enough. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"God no." She shakes her head in a show of disgust, but her gaze still darts to my crotch.
"I'll buy you a dildo if you want."
"Why would I want?"
"Let's call it a backup plan."
"Oh, if I can't get laid, you'll buy me a sex toy?"
I nodyeah.
"Because I can't masturbate properly with this?" She holds up her right hand. "You think I'm that bad at sex, that I can't even fuck myself properly?"
No, but I am thinking some incredibly vivid shit.Jules unzipping her shorts, pushing them off her hips, rubbing herself over her panties.
Her eyelids flutter closed. A groan falls off her lips. Like the groan she makes over her matchas but a million times better.
Jules bent over my lap. Moaning as I peel her panties to her knees and tease her mercilessly.
Fuck, there's something seriously wrong with me today. My brain is demented. It's trying to run from my memories to something that makes sense.
Sex makes sense.
Just not with her.
That's ridiculous.
"Griff? Are you okay?" she asks.
"Just thinking about what sex toy I should buy you."
"I can pick out my own sex toy."
"It's a deal." I offer her my hand. "Whatever you want."
She shakes. "Twenty bucks says you fail to make it happen."
