Page 16 of Dating A Fae
The mattress shifts as Johnny crawls towards me. “But the answer, if it’s not painfully obvious, is that I’ve never given or gotten a blow job.”
“Would you want one?” Johnny has such a pretty cock, flushed with a plump head.
His breathing changes. His eyes squeeze shut, and his hands fist the sheets beneath us. “I… I think that’s too much for now. If that’s okay?”
“It’s okay.” I hesitate to rub his back, but when he drops his head on my shoulder I take that as a sign. He sinks into me.
“Thank you for understanding,” he whispers.
“Like I said, we’ll move at your pace.” I kiss the top of his head. “Want something to eat? Because I could eat.”
That earns me a laugh. “Sounds perfect.”
The rest of the day is easy. We lounge around, Johnny asking questions about the portal, and we set a schedule for teaching him Fae. I give him a little taste of his upcoming education, and he soaks it all in, shining brighter than ever.
Before sunset, Johnny decides it’s time to go home. I’m not ready to let him go, but he needs time to unwind from such an eventful weekend before he has to go back to work Monday.
“Thank you for all this,” Johnny says at the door of the cafe.
“I’d like to keep seeing you. I don’t count teaching you fae as dating, nor are your daily orders.” I give him a wink.
“I’d like that very much.” He’s gone bashful again, eyes to the floor.
“Dinner Monday? I’ll make you something yummy.”
“I’d like that. Can I get a kiss for the road?” The smile is cheeky and adorable and his cheeks are so pink.
I stand on my tiptoes and cup his face. Time seems to slow around us. I breathe him in, and he smells like me. Like home. Like everything good in my life. When we break the kiss, I don’t want to see him go.
“Drive safe, I’ll see you Monday.”
Johnny presses another quick kiss to my lips then leaves. My heart thumps so loud in my chest. Fae don’t have fated mates like some supernaturals do, but I know in my soul we’re meant to be.
Chapter 9
Johnny
I’ve never looked forward to Monday in my whole life, but I’m glad it’s finally arrived. I choose my best button up dress shirt—deep purple—and nicest work slacks. My tie is lighter purple in the same tone as my shirt so they don’t clash. My cowlick taunts me again, so I ignore it. A polo shirt with the company logo with a pair of khaki pants and tennis shoes would be fine. But I want to look nice for Milton.
On the way out the door, I unbutton my sleeves and roll them up. Not that I have amazing sexy forearms, but the look works for anyone.
I hum all the way to Milton’s cafe. The sound vibrates through my chest and not even the cloudy sky or the threat of rain can shake me from my good mood. I may or may not have spent a ridiculous amount of time masturbating yesterday. At one point I challenged myself to see how many orgasms I could have and well, things just escalated from there. No regrets.
I take a deep breath as I approach. The cafe is busy like every Monday. The door chimes as I push through. It’s the best sound in the world because it means I’m here. It’s been my happy place ever since the Night Guard introduced me to it.
Milton’s so busy he’s multiplied himself at least twice so there’s three of him at the counter taking orders and checking people out. No one ever complains if he’s slow, but I know he likes having a good reputation.
The closer I get to him, the more my stomach flutters. Then it’s just me and him. He’s a single Milton again, wearing the apron I bought him.
“Hi,” I whisper and wave. Why am I so nervous?
“Hi.” Milton’s smile is so big. It’s like the world stops for the two of us. Maybe it has. Maybe Milton has the power to slow time. His eyes drag down my body. “Did you dress up for me?”
I swallow and nod. Words don’t want to come.
“I’m honored. You look amazing.” He turns to start my Monday order. The bag of sugar cookies is already on the counter.
“Do you like the apron?” I ask as he works on my caramel macchiato.
