Page 68 of Use Me
Ashtyn broke free and started to sway her hips to the rest of the song. I closed the door as she motioned to Abby the best she could. “Abs and I played a game.”
“What kind of game?” I started to unbutton my coat as I looked over to see Abby walking toward my stereo to turn off the music.
“When we got home, it was in the second period. We turned on the TV and watched your show like I told you I would,” she slurred every word.
“Yeah?”
I hung up my coat and then watched Ashtyn’s ass as she continued to shake it to no music. “We decided to play a drinking game where every time you or Jett said shot, we had to take a shot of Fireball.”
“How many times was that?” I assumed a lot since I broadcasted hockey and that was what players did to try and make goals.
Ashtyn shrugged. “We lost track, but it was alot.”
“I can tell.” I grinned.
“I better get going.” Abby grabbed her purse.
“You can’t drive home,” I protested.
“I only had a couple of shots during the intermission a few hours ago. I faked the rest and let Ash have a good time.” She opened the door.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t go, Abs!” Ashtyn reached out as if to grab Abby, but she had already walked through the threshold.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ash. Eat some dinner, okay?” She closed the door and was gone.
“You didn’t eat dinner?” I asked. It was a little after one in the morning.
“I ate a cup of raw men.”
I laughed, doubling over. “A cup of raw men?”
“Yee-P. Chicken flavored.”
“Well, I’m hungry.” I really wasn’t, but I needed her to eat and soak up the booze. I’d never seen her as drunk as she was. “How does breakfast sound?”
“What time is it?”
“Don’t you know it’s exciting to have breakfast for dinner, Cupcake?” I started to make my way to the kitchen.
“Will you make pancakes?” she slurred behind me.
“And bacon.”
“You’re the best boyfriend ever. You even send me cupcakes that look like flowers.”
I smiled as I opened the fridge to pull out the raw bacon. “I’m glad you liked them.”
I wanted to be the one to send her flowers now. I wanted to be her everything. I remembered the time Romi had made Mom a cupcake bouquet for her fiftieth birthday, so I’d called a local place and texted Abby to ask if she could get them on her way to work. Obviously, she had, and then she’d taken care of my girl all night. I needed to pay her back. Was she single? I could set her up with Kenny or Clark. I’d think about it.
Ashtyn slid onto the barstool at the breakfast bar. “I loved them. They were red velvet.”
I took the bacon out and turned to the oven. “You going to show me how you licked the icing?”
She giggled. “Yes, I practiced on two of them.”
As the bacon cooked in the oven, I took a quick shower hoping Ashtyn wouldn’t join me—for once. Even though I wanted her to suck and lick my dick as though I was icing on a cupcake, I also feared she’d somehow mistake it for a real one and bite into me in her drunken state.
