Page 55 of Man Hands
Tom
It takes us a while to figure how to get untangled, and it’s more than a little awkward. Somehow we manage, and I take her into the shower and rub my hands alloverher.
It takes awhile.
Eventually we’re free. And hungry. All that nakedness has our appetitesworkedup.
Our? Fuck. I’m starting to talk like we’re really a couple. Like a permanentcouple.
That’snotcool.
Still. “Can’t we just stay here forever?” I ask her as she’s getting ready for dinner. She’s got the bathroom door open, and I get a glimpse of a naked leg slipping into something, an arm beingdraped.
I’m joking about staying here forever, but not really. I’d be just as happy ordering in and feasting off her for the rest of the night. Hell, the rest of the year. Brynn or Svenka, or whoever she wants to be, turns me into a teenager with a constant erection and an inability to keep my pawsoffher.
I think I deserve a little of the credit here,mydicksays.
“Wecouldstay here forever,” she says as she leans towards the bathroom mirror and smooths some lipstick over her plump mouth. I want to lick her. “But if we were here forever then that couch would definitely have to go.” She air-kisses her reflection, and I just stand there watching her with a big old smile onmyface.
Chandra never let me see her put on makeup. She never let me see her without makeup, either. She was always perfect in a way that was a little unsettling. And, as sexy as it is undressing someone, watching Brynn get dressed is actually equally exciting, maybe even a little more, because I know later tonight I’m going to be taking it all off again. Slowly. Piece bypiece.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask. “Publicist Becky made us five different reservations. There’s a list on my phone. You can choose…” I find the email and rattle off five different restaurantnames.
“Yes,”shesays.
“Yes?”
“I want all the food. Just…all of it. You’d better choose. I have analysis paralysis. Choose anything you want as long as it will look pretty in a picture. I need shots formyblog.”
Her blog. I’d forgotten about that. “So the gourmet porridge placeisout?”
Brynn’s pretty face appears in the doorway. “The…what?”
“Kidding!Gulliblemuch?”
She sticks out her tongue and disappears into the bathroomagain.
Laughing, I scroll through the list of restaurants again. If she were Chandra, she wouldn’t actually eat the food, she’d just want it to look perfect. But Brynn…this is a woman with an appetite tomatchmine.
So I know just theplace.
31Poppin’ SomeBalls
Brynn
The restaurant Tomchose is amazing. Although I’m distracted by the waiter’s silky black shirt. It’s unbuttoned halfway to his navel. That seems to be the style at this restaurant. My sexual appetite has clearly spun into overdrive, because all that coppery skin makes it challenging to focus on the man’s words. But I buckle down and concentrate, because he’s explaining somethingimportant.
“…you flip the coaster to the green side when you’re ready to be served. And don’t flip it back to the red side until you can’t eat anotherthing.”
I have to swallow because my mouth is already watering from the scent of Brazilian barbecue in the air. “What’s your favorite meat?” I ask, and then stifle a giggle. Because it’s clear that the waiters serving the beefsteak are allbeefcake.
“Well, the sirloin rocks,” our young, unbuttoned waiter assures us. “But you also don’t want to miss the pork tenderloin. It’s marinated in lime, garlic, and soy sauce. So save roomforthat.”
“Good tip,” I say, getting hungrier by thesecond.
“I’ll get those caipirinhas right out to you. In the meantime, help yourself to the appetizer bar.” He points to a ridiculously long buffet in the middle of the room. “Andenjoy!”
Tom lets out a happy sigh. “You heard the man. Let’sdothis.”
