Page 94 of Bad Boy
Linc tries to order grilled chicken breast and veggies, but I inform him that only greasy, fatty food is allowed after eleven at night. Sugar, too. So I order two double cheeseburgers, chili cheese fries, and chocolate and strawberry malts.
Wildflower’s Cafe is quirky and rustic, with an artsy vibe. It’s located on the end of a strip of businesses that are closed for the night. If they didn’t have one of those classic neon lights readingOpenstuck in the window, we would have missed it on this dark and deserted side of town.
The place is filled with fresh, colorful wildflowers. Local art covers every inch of the wall—from graffiti work to framed paintings and canvas watercolors. The lighting is dim and relaxing, with only small orange lanterns on each table and larger pendulum lighting above the long bar.
It’s definitely a hole-in-the-wall, which usually has the best food.
Tammy brings the malted milkshakes before the meal, setting them down before us.
Chocolate for Linc and strawberry for me.
We both thank Tammy and take long sips of our shakes, humming at the flavor.
“We can share,” I offer, nudging my glass toward him. “The strawberry is really good. Bet we’re getting all our daily calcium, too,” I tease because it’s just so easy, and it also kinda gets me hard.
He glances around quickly, then leans in and wraps his soft pink lips around my straw, pulling hard and moaning at the taste.
Fuuuck.
“Shit, Preppy. How was that so hot? My blue balls were already aching.” I grin at him and wink, making him duck his head and laugh lightly.
We’re nearly done with our food when a group of girls comes in giggling, taking a corner booth on the other side of the room. A couple smile and wave, and I give them a nod in return. They may have been at the fight if they’re out here this late.
After a few more glances and giggles, the redhead leaves her friends and approaches our booth.
“Hey,” she says with a brilliant smile, self-consciously adjusting the strap of her purse. “I’m Heather.”
“Hey, Heather,” I reply in a friendly tone, somewhat amused by this until I notice Linc shredding his napkin into tiny ribbons.
“Um. So my friends and I do this thing where every Friday night, each of us has to do something we’re scared to do or something we want to do that we may not normally do that puts us out of our comfort zone so I was just wondering. . . Are you seeing anyone?”
Fuck. That was exhausting to even listen to. And I really only caught the last part.
Linc stiffens at her question, the tattered napkin frozen in his grip. I give his thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table.
“I am, actually.”
“Dang. Of course you are,” she chuckles. “You’re way too hot to be single. Well, she’s a lucky girl.”
“Boy. He’s a boy,” I clarify, and it feels pretty fucking good.
Then Lincoln does something that completely surprises me. He slips his arm from under the table and drapes it over me, squeezing my shoulder possessively.
“Myboyfriend.”
Holy fucking shit.I’m instantly hard. Full-mast, salute your shorts, raging-boner-digging-into-my-zipper type of hard.
“Oh. My. God. You two are so hot together!” she gushes while clapping and bouncing in her Uggs.
“Thanks,” we say in unison, like a couple in tune with each other, and I am into it.
Heather gives us another beaming smile. “Well, enjoy your meal.” As she wanders away, I catch a “So hot” under her breath, and I can’t hold back my snort.
When she’s back at her table, safely across the diner, I turn my heated gaze to Linc. “Did you just publicly claim me?”
He gulps and nods, chewing on his bottom lip. My gaze zeroes in on the pink flesh, and my dick pulses in my jeans. I adjust myself against my zipper and throw two twenties on the table, knowing I’ll be swimming in cash after tonight. Even after I pay Mom back.
“Bathroom. Now,” I growl.
