Page 36 of One Timer With A Wingman

“Bro, finally decided to join us,” Levi says, fist bumping me.

I fist bump him back. “Just came to grab some breakfast.”

“Where is Briar?” Taylor asks.

“Still sleeping,” I answer with nonchalance.

“I didn’t expect you and her to get so hot and heavy,” Ivy cuts in. I didn’t appreciate her comment. She and I hooked up a year ago or so. It was one night and didn’t mean much.

“Well, I’m starved so I’ll catch you guys later.” I walk toward the buffet. Breakfast is different this morning. The hotel made all kinds of Christmas-themed food. I grab a plate for me and one for Briar. I place a gingerbread-spiced cinnamon roll on each of our plates, followed by a croissant stuffed with ham and cheese, the air fryer bacon looks good so I take a few slices of that, I also take some pecan Belgian waffles. I realize this breakfast is one big carb overload, so I head over to the omelet station and ask for two vegetable omelets. With my hands full, I can’t grab coffee so I walk over to one of the servers and ask for a tray. They do better and give me a trolley for me to place the tray on. In addition to the coffee, I take some orange juice and as I’m placing the orange juice on the tray, the server gives me a jar of fresh-cut flowers. When I pass my friends sitting at the table, I see them watching me with different expressions. Levi has a stupid grin. Hawk’s eyes are bugging out. Simon is laughing. Taylor is wide-eyed. I have nothing better to do so I wave and walk out of the restaurant with the trolley. I head up to the room and use my key card to open the door, but it takes some maneuvering to get the trolley through the door and I accidentally bang into it. The noise wakes Briar.

“Hmm,” she says, sounding sleepy before she opens her eyes, but they don’t fully open. “Aaron, what’s going on?” Her eyes flutter before opening.

“I brought you breakfast,” I say, pushing the trolley fully into the room.

Her cerulean eyes open wide and she sits up quickly. The sheet she has draped on her falls, giving me a perfect view of her pert tits and her sexy tan lines.

“I was starving, so I figured some breakfast in bed would be a nice Christmas morning treat,” I explain, feeling out of my element. I’ve never done something like this for a girl before, but I have seen Dad make Mom breakfast in bed and she really seemed to enjoy it.

“Thank you,” she says. She pulls the sheet up, hiding my view of her chest. “That’s so sweet.”

I walk over to the blinds and open them, then I open the sliding door. We have a partial ocean view. “I thought we could eat out on the balcony,” I suggest since there is a table with two chairs out there.

“That sounds perfect. Do you have a T-shirt I can borrow?” she asks.

I give her a plain white T-shirt. She slips it on and it hits her knees. She heads into the bathroom for a bit while I set up our breakfast.

When she comes out, she seems more awake.

She leans over and smells the flowers. “These are so tropical,” she notes.

“The server gave them to me.” I shrug.

I suddenly feel like I’m being weird. I thought this would be a nice gesture to do for Briar, but now I realize it’s a romantic one too. Not that it’s a problem. But I don’t want her to think I want more. I mean, maybe I want things to last with us past today but I can’t say that to her. Besides, she made it clear we are ending this when we get on the plane tonight.

“Cool,” she says.

We head outside and I pass her the plate heaping with food. “I didn’t know what you would want so I kind of took one of each.”

“It all looks so delicious, but I’m sure I’ve gained weight on this trip with all the drinking and eating. My coaches are going to be angry with me. I better stick with the omelet, it looks delicious.”

“I usually watch what I’m eating too. Too many carbs cause crashes and slows me down, but I couldn’t resist.” I bite into the gingerbread-spiced cinnamon roll. “Hmm, this is good.”

“What is it?” she asks.

“Gingerbread-spiced cinnamon roll,” I reply. I take some icing on my finger and swipe it across her cheek.

“Oh no you didn’t,” she says. She places her plate on the table and swipes at the icing with her finger. Then she straddles me. I have just enough time to place my plate down and grab on to her hands. She fights me.

“You aren’t wiping that on my face,” I tell her.

“I’ll find a way,” she says still trying to fight me.

She rolls her hips over my cock and moans. All reason leaves me as my cock hardens. Briar uses the opportunity to run her finger down my nose.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” I laugh. I wrap my arms around her and lean in to kiss her.

She kisses me back, the fight leaving her body as she melts against me. “Thanks for breakfast.”

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