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“He’ll give you a deal.”

“Even if he did, the insurance would be more than I want to think about. Besides, I’ve had my eye on a Camaro since I knew what a car was.”

“Fine, but if you change your mind, let me know.” He shoulder-bumps me.

“Will do.”

Dessert comes to us and the other people at the same time. Surprise! It’s birthday cake; thanks to Mila setting it all up. Everyone in the restaurant sings happy birthday to me and the guy across from me, then erupts in cheers. When we’re done eating cake, we hang for a little while to finish our drinks. I try to pay for my portion of the bill, but everyone else splits it and refuses to let me add even a penny.

The night was great, but all I can think about is getting home to Cole.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Bryson

I wake up to cool air caressing my skin. My eyes flutter open to see Cole moving down my body. Before I can fully register what’s happening, he’s sucking my morning wood into his mouth. I hiss, grinding my hips up. My eyes fall shut, my body still somewhat lost in sleep. It’s a different feeling, getting a blow job half awake.

His hands slide up and down my stomach, my sides, over my thighs as he sucks me off slowly and firmly. It’s a steady build to my orgasm, and when I come, he swallows it all, before kissing his way up to my mouth.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he rasps against my lips.

“Best birthday present ever.”

“Oh, that wasn’t your gift.”

My eyes snap open, and he’s grinning down at me. “I hope you didn’t get me anything, Cole. You do enough for me.”

His eyes are shining, and I know the answer to that question without him saying a word. By the look on his face, it’s going to be something that is way too much.

“I don’t agree.”

I shake my head, sighing.

He moves to my side, resting on his elbow and running his hand down my stomach, over my semi hard dick, and to my balls where he massages them gently. It isn’t overtly sexual, but just him touching me has me hard again. I spread my legs wider, loving the way he touches me.

“Always so ready for me,” he says, kissing my neck. He lifts onto his knees, getting the lube from the end table and taking my hand to pour some in. “Jerk me off.” He settles near my face and puts lube in his hand to stroke me.

I coat his dick and jerk him the way he likes. I thrust into his hand, smiling when his strokes falter now and then because he’s getting close. It makes me want to come again.

I still don’t know how he makes me come so much, but it’s pretty amazing. I lift up on my elbow and lick his balls, sucking them into my mouth. He groans, thrusting into my hand faster.

“Wanna come in your mouth,” he says.

Cole grips my hair with his free hand, moving my mouth over the tip of his cock just in time. He fills my mouth and moments later I’m coming in his hand. I can barely move considering I just woke up and came twice, but he gets us both into the shower. Fucking morning people. We wash up and then we’re going downstairs so he can make me breakfast.

He puts the plate of pancakes in front of me with a proud smile before asking, “Most orgasms you’ve had in a day?”

I huff out a laugh. “I was expecting a bon appétit.”

He laughs and grabs his own plate, then sits with me.

“When have I ever said that?”

“Never, but I’d have expected that over what you actually said.”

“What’s the answer?” he urges, nudging me with his elbow.

“Three.”

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