Page 59 of Lorcan
“We don’t have to.”
“Maybe—” I cleared my throat. “One to share?” I’d let him drink most of it.
“Ah, but that means we have to agree on a flavor.”
I eyed our coffees.
“Yes, espresso’s a good flavor. As long as we finish it sooner rather than later. I want to sleep tonight.”
“Oh, I’m certain that can be arranged.”
He guffawed. Then leaned in. “You planning to wear me out?”
If the heat had receded, it came roaring back. “Well, I wasn’t…” I cleared my throat again. “Yeah, maybe.” I held his gaze. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh, I want. Hey, don’t you live near here?”
I nodded. Fifties was almost exactly halfway between our two homes. His so lovely with the great view. Mine with the view of the dumpsters. “I, uh—” I swallowed. Then busied myself with putting scrambled eggs on my fork.
“We don’t have to go.” He shrugged. “I just figured we could pick up whatever you need for tomorrow. Then we can go home and hunker down for the afternoon and night.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Which made me smile. “Yeah, okay.”
We made small talk as we ate. My eyes kept straying toward the family next to us. The men so clearly adored each other as well as their kids. I had about a million questions as to how they’d all wound up together as a unit—but that was none of my business. If Cody shared, though, I’d certainly be interested.
When Sarabeth removed our plates, Cody ordered an espresso milkshake to go. She was back a few minutes later with it, we put on our coats, and we made our way to the counter where Cody paid our bill.
Then he put his hand at the small of my back and guided us through the door into the cold.
The sun hid behind the clouds, and a gust of wind hit us.
“You sure you want to walk all the way to my place?”
He moved us so we were away from the two groups of people waiting for bigger booths. “I certainly don’t mind. I get the feeling you’re hesitating.”
I bit my lip.
“We don’t have—”
I waved him off. “It’s fine. The walk’s not bad. Just…it’s a dump, Cody.”
He stroked his fingers down my cheek. Since we’d only just stepped outside, they were still warm. “I’m not going to judge you. Swear to God, I’m not.”
“I believe you.”
“Well, then, it’s your call.” He pointed to the milkshake in my hand.
I held it out.
Instead of taking it, he moved closer. He put the straw between his lips and took a long drink.
My cock twitched.
He grinned. “Come on. The sooner we get there and pack a bag for you, the sooner we can get home and I can have my wicked way with you.”
Yeah, like that wasn’t going to rev my motor. “We might not make it back to your place.”
“Oh. I get to see how uncomfortable your couch is?”
