Page 66 of My First Time Fling

He kissed me deeply. His hips stuttered and shook, and his cock throbbed inside me. With two final thrusts, he groaned, collapsed, and then stilled, draping his body over mine. I wrapped an arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and held him to me.

“Worth the wait?” I asked as his lips moved onto my neck.

“Definitely,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “But can we skip the fight-and-break-up part next time and just move straight to the sex?”

“As long as we can also skip the part where we run twenty-six miles first, too.”

“Deal.” He laughed, his teeth nibbling the skin just below my ear. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

22

Mark

“I’ll be there in a second, babe,” I said with a grin. “See you soon.”

I was practically whistling as I hung up the phone with Jesse. It had been silly to call him. The walk from the realtor’s office to the cafe wasn’t even that long and I really would be seeing him in a matter of seconds. But I’d been too excited about the news I’d just gotten and I’d felt like I had to call him to tell him I had a surprise.

Thank God he was only a few blocks away. News like this was impossible to keep to myself for very long.

I opened the door to Cardigan Cafe and my grin widened. Jesse was bending over, writing up the day’s specials on the chalkboard that would go on the sidewalk outside. His ass was perfect. The only thing that could have made it better was a pair of those itty-bitty racing shorts I kept trying to get him to wear. Well, that, or if he’d been naked.

“Hey, you,” I said, walking up and putting my arms around his waist from behind. Jesse laughed as he stood up and turned around to kiss me. “I missed you.”

“You saw me not even—” he broke off and glanced at his watch, “—five hours ago. You can’t go that long without starting to miss me?”

“Apparently not. I was absolutely pining. Wasting away. ”

He put on a considering face before cracking into a smile. “You know, I’ve decided I’m actually okay with that.” He glanced over his shoulder at the display case. “We can get you a muffin for sustenance, since you burned up so much energy yearning for me.”

“Mmm, but what if I don’t want one of those muffins?” I asked, letting my hands drift lower until I was cupping his ass. I gave one cheek a squeeze. “What if I want these ones? The perfect size for my mouth. And even tastier.”

Jesse snorted. “I’d have to double-check, but I think rimming someone in a coffee shop might be an OSHA violation.”

“Even if I promised to wear a hairnet? And disposable gloves?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, only to jump back at the sound of somethingthwackingonto a table behind us. I turned, still holding Jesse in my arms, to see that Brooklyn had just come in the door with a stack of the local newspaper.

“Oh, don’t let me bother you,” he said with a snicker. “Though there are no cameras around this time, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“What are you talking about?” Jesse asked suspiciously.

“You guys are famous.” Brooklyn nodded towards the stack of papers, then walked to the far side of the counter to grab his apron. “Take a look.”

We made our way to the table by the door, and my jaw dropped. Sure enough, there was a picture of me and Jesse kissing on the front page, with the headlineLove Wins the Race, along with a local interest story about the marathon.

“IthoughtI heard a camera,” Jesse said, cocking his head to the side. “But I had no idea they were taking our picture. Did you?”

“I’m as surprised as you are,” I said, laughing. “Though I can’t say I mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“I find myself suddenly hoping that one Mr. Tanner Carmichael gets the local paper delivered daily.”

“You’re evil,” Jesse said, swatting at me lightly. He paused for a moment. “But now that you mention it, I guess I hope so too. Do you think we should drop one on his doorstep, just in case?”

“Now who’s evil?” I grabbed a copy with a grin. “But yeah, maybe. Keeping up with current events is important. It would be a shame for him to miss out.”

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