Page 77 of One Timer With A Wingman

“You’re right. I hate having the attention on me but at the end of the day, they are jealous assholes.”

I pull into a spot at Black Jack’s and put the car in park. “Did you give any thought to our conversation from earlier?”

She leans over and kisses me. It throws me off but then I get into it and hold the back of her head, drawing her into me. “I missed kissing you,” I say when she breaks the kiss.

“Me too. I’m willing to try, Aaron.”

A wide smile spreads my lips. “That’s all we can do, but now you got me all worked up; I want to go home.”

She laughs. “I need some food and then we can go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I place my palm on her belly. “Hi there, Nugget. Did you hear that? Your mama has agreed to try. I’m going to give her so many orgasms that she’ll want me all the time.”

“You can’t talk to Nugget about sex.”

I laugh. “Solid point. Now let’s get you some food.”

We head inside. I hold her hand as we walk through the doors. The guys and girls are already here sitting at a long table. Briar sits next to Ruby, and I sit next to her.

I take hold of Briar’s hand and hold it in my lap. Taylor comes up to the table to take our order. “Oh, look at you two,” she beams. “Are you making another statement?”

“Yes,” I say.

Briar looks at me like I’ve lost it, but then she laughs.

“I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries,” I order.

“I’ll have a Caesar salad,” Briar says.

“You need more than salad. Nugget needs to be well-fed for what I have planned,” I state and Briar blushes.

“Aaron, hush,” she chides.

“You guys are so cute,” Taylor gushes.

“Okay. I’ll have the grilled chicken on my salad,” Briar says.

Taylor moves on to taking the rest of the orders.

Ruby turns to us. “It took you guys long enough.”

Briar laughs and we look at each other and smile.

We are all laughing and chilling when the guys from Michigan West walk into Black Jack’s. I spot fucking Daniko right away.

Mack looks my way. “Ignore him.”

“Seriously, Aaron. He wants you riled up,” Finn adds.

“No shit. I’m not falling for his antics.”

The guys walk over to our table. Their captain, Joel Robbins, shakes Finn’s hand. “Good game.” He’s a decent guy.

“Thanks, you too,” Finn says.

Daniko walks up to the table behind him. “Murray, is this the pretty gymnast?”

Joel puts his palm on Daniko’s chest. “Not the time.”

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