Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Adrian started cutting his steak in half but paused for a moment to cut a single bite. Holding the fork out hesitantly, he reached across the table and offered me the bite. “So you can see if you like it.”
I didn’t know if I was supposed to take the fork or just eat the bite off of it, but fuck, if we were going to treat this like a date…
I was the king of first dates. I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t managed to get in a guy’s pants on one. I sure as fuck hadn’t been nervous since junior high. Maybe this would help him relax more about the idea of me seeing him in the nude with a tail plug in his ass.
My cock should not have pulsed at that thought.
I leaned in and took the bite straight from his fork. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected, and I made a hum of appreciation as I drew back.
Adrian watched me, licking his lips. “How does it taste?”
“Pretty good,” I said. I prepared a bite for him from my own plate, holding it out the same way.
Adrian leaned forward, wrapping his lips around my fork and pulling it deeper into his mouth.
Fuck. My mind oh-so-helpfully provided me with a visual of how his lips would look wrapped around other things, and I had to force myself not to moan or do something stupid. Like hell would anyone believe that the food at Denny’s was good enough to make me moan.
He slowly chewed, watching my face then nodding. “It’s good.” I gestured with my fork between our plates, desperately trying to make my brain think of something other than his full lips. “You want to take half or just grab some off my plate?”
“I don’t mind eating off your plate.” He glanced over at the waitress, who was across the room talking to an older couple. “It’s a date, after all,” he teased. In theory, I knew he was just trying to be funny, but my mind couldn’t seem to remember that. “Don’t taunt me,” I said, as dryly as I could. “My dates always end one way, and you’re gonna end up disappointing me here.”
What even. Why my brain kept forgetting he was my sibling, I had no idea. It was hard to think of him as my brother when we’d been linked by blood alone for so long. We didn’t know each other well, and we were new to each other’s lives. We were almost strangers. Adrian should’ve laughed me off. He should’ve shot me down and called me a perv, something — anything — to tell me to back off. Instead, he just blushed again and looked back at his plate. We both sat in silence for several tension-laden seconds before he offered me another piece of steak, that fork extending across the table like it wasn't just food he was offering.
What. The. Fuck.
“Do you want more?”
Did he have no clue how that sounded? How it came across and what crazy shit he was putting in my head? Probably not, but then, could he really be that innocent? I wished I knew him well enough to be confident of the answer. Then again, if we actually knew each other, we probably wouldn’t have been sitting in Denny’s on what might be a date.
Probably. If he hadn’t already had the bite offered out, I’d have said no, but I couldn’t resist the allure of that single piece. It shouldn’t have been as mesmerizing as it was, but then, I shouldn’t have kept imagining what it might be like to let him eat out of my hand either.
I was going to that special hell, that was for sure. “Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. I leaned in, and that time… All right, so that time, I might’ve made it look vaguely obscene when I took the bite from his fork — to see what he would do, of course, and not just because I wanted to.
Adrian just watched me, the fork still held out like he’d completely forgotten it, and licked his lips again. If I was going to hell, it was going to be completely his fault. How was I supposed to ignore reactions like that?
Simple: I couldn’t.
Just as simple, I had to.
I wished I knew how he really felt about this tension between us. I didn’t know if I was sweeping him up in the current or if he was swimming along beside me — which was a thought that got a certain amnesiac blue fish stuck in my mind. Well, I’d have to just keep swimming and hope I didn’t drag either of us down.
“I, um…” Nope. I had nothing.
“Can I have another bite of yours?” he asked. I’d be damned if he didn’t lean across the table, opening his mouth as he waited for me to feed him.