Page 22 of One Taste
A small blush spreads over my cheeks as my mind wanders back to the first moment I saw his cock.She has no idea.
“Are you blushing? Don’t get shy on me now, bitch!Washe a sex god?”
“I’m not blushing because I’m shy,” I admit. “I was just reliving the moment… or moments. And, yes, hewasa sex god.”
“The moments?”
“Yes, many, many moments.”
“Many sexy moments?”
I bark out a laugh. “Yes, sexy moments. A lot of them.”
“Spill, now,” she commands.
“You’re demanding today.” I bite back a chuckle.
“I am demanding, but only because you’re being difficult.”
“I’m not difficult. I’m tired.”
She grins wide, and I shake my head. “That’s because the sex god kept you up all night. Tsk, tsk.”
Popping a pod in the Keurig, I tap the brew button before turning around and appeasing her. “Let me have a cup of coffee and take a shower. Then, maybe we can grab breakfast at The Pancake House?”
I’m hoping if I fill her mouth with enough breakfast food, she won’t squeal again when I tell her how big his cock was.
“Deal. You have forty-five minutes, and then it’s on.”
An hour later, we are cozy at a table for two at The Pancake House. I look over the menu, trying to make my mind up even though it’s downright impossible.
“What are you getting?”
Brielle looks up from her menu. “I think I’m getting the double stack of pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast, and bacon. And maybe I’ll get a side order of Belgian waffles to take home.”
“Are you eating for the entire restaurant?”
“Nope, but I am ordering the largest meal possible because tomorrow starts CrossFit. Today might be the last day I ever get to ingest carbs.” Brielle may be slender and petite naturally, but she’s obsessed with fitness.
“I’m getting waffles and the rest of what you’re getting.”
She smirks. “Good, then I can pick on your leftovers later too.”
The waitress comes over with our coffees and we order our meals. Truth be told, I’m starving. Food was the last thing on my mind last night after we went upstairs and we burned a lot of energy.
“I’ll get these orders in. Let me know if you need anything else,” she calls over her shoulder while walking away. A small silence hangs in the air as we both sip from our mugs.
“All joking aside.” She pauses. “What’s up with this Brooks guy?”
I promised the details.
“How did you end up with him?”
I shrug. “I met him in the hotel bar when I was killing some time waiting for the train.”
Brielle grins wide again. “And you ended up naked with him, how?”
“We got to talking, and you put that stupid idea in my head about finding a guy and getting laid. He was playful and sexy. After a few drinks, I couldn’t find a reason why I shouldn’t so I did. .”
