Shay grins then focuses on the waitress. I know the chick taking our order. We fucked in high school and I dodged a bullet. The next month, she got knocked up by a douche on the basketball team. I heard she got rid of that one and ended up having the next one she got pregnant with six months later. Married that baby daddy and lived in her parents’ basement.
Based on the chick’s expression, life hasn’t turned out the way she hoped. I worry she’ll say something rude to Shay or make friendly with me like we shared some big love affair years ago. Instead, she takes our order and walks away without any small talk.
After the waitress leaves, Shay scoots closer in the circular booth until her hips are nearly pressed against mine. My arms remain spread along the back of the booth. Like a whipped fucker, I’m afraid to make a move and spook her. Yet Shay’s feeling brave, a sexy look on her.
“What did you eat for breakfast?” she asks, running her fingers over my cheek and down my beard.
My dick thickens at her touch, but I show no reaction. I barely breathe as she gets comfortable with me.
“Eggs, sausage, and bacon.”
“Do you like pancakes?”
“No. Pax does.”
“I’m not interested in Pax right now.”
Shay nuzzles her lips against my jaw, making me wish we were already at my place. Rather than enjoying her immediately, I need to drop her off at work in a less than two hours. I doubt she’d agree to a quickie before then.
Likely sensing where my mind has gone, Shay sits back and sighs. “What were you like as a kid? Sure, I know you were a wuss before third grade. Now, I want to know if you were a good student.”
“I was sweet. Shy too. A little bit of a teacher’s pet.”
Shay smiles first then begins laughing. I don’t know what she’s picturing in her head, but her expression makes me grin.
“Not believable?” I ask.
Shay shrugs. “People aren’t always what we expect. I know you aren’t, so a little shy nerd version of you could be true.”
Caressing the back of her head, I wrap a lock of hair around my fingers. She smiles at me, but she’s tired. I am too. Normally, I’d crash at home, watch TV, and fall asleep on the couch. Tonight, there’ll be no early down time. Not until I have Shay back in my bed.
“Tomorrow, I don’t have any early shit to do,” I say after our food arrives.
“Does that mean I get to take a shower with you?”
I take a rough breath and squint at her. “Are you teasing?”
Shay grins. “No. I’ve never taken a shower with a guy. I’m looking forward to this new experience.”
Grinning, I shake my head. “I can’t tell if you know what you do to me.”
Shay’s smile fades. “I don’t think you know what you do to me either. In fact, I keep waiting for you to treat me like shit.”
“Because I’m an enforcer?”
“Because you’re a poonhound.”
“Please stop slut shaming me. It hurts my tender feelings.”
Shay laughs and her eyes really light up for the first time since we arrived. “You’re so sexy when you act like you have feelings.”
“Act?” I balk. “I have feelings.”
“Sexy feelings?”
I can’t help it. She’s smiling and laughing and I need to kiss her. Fuck my plan to play it cool during dinner. I’ll just need to suffer in heat until her shift at the hotel is over.
Shay kisses me hungrily as her fingers explore my chest, throat, and face. I feel like she’s waking up today. The night before, she endured as much as enjoyed. Tonight, she’s brave and curious. I’m just hard and horny, but there’ll be no relief for hours.
When I hold her against me, she feels small in my arms. Young and fragile, Shay would be so easy to destroy. I think of the assholes in Little Memphis. Many of them are my friends, yet I hate them at this moment. I need Shay to be safe, so she’ll stay in Little Memphis.
“The mash potatoes are really good,” she says while I watch her.
“I want you to call me tonight when you’re at work,” I say, tense now.
“Why?”
“So I’ll know you’re safe.”
“When do you want me to call?”
“Every hour.”
Sipping her lemonade, Shay grins. “Yeah, I’m not doing that.”
“Why?” I grunt.
“I’ll never remember. Besides, it’s a little excessive.”
“I’ll call you every hour then.”
Shay smiles wider. “Will we talk every hour or will you just ask if I’m dead then hang up once you get your answer?”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. Her hair smells so good. I want it spread out across my pillows while I move inside her. I can barely sit still with my cock so hard.
“I should get a room at the hotel, so you can spend your breaks with me.”
Shay loses her smile. “No.”
I run my fingers over her thigh. “I could help you count toilet paper rolls. Even take luggage to rooms for late night guests. How does that sound?”
“You’re being weird.”
“Is it weird to crave you?”
Shay grins. “Yes. You’re weird.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck you for being addictive.”
“I’m sorry my pussy is so addictive. Maybe there’s a twelve step program to help you.”