Page 74 of Lost
God forbid people don’t get their lemon squares.
Nova gives a breathy moan as she chews her bite of pancake, and Caleb adjusts himself under the table. Me too, brother.
Me fucking too.
I can’t fucking handle the way she eats, because it reminds me too much of how she sucks my cock too.
Nova glances at me as she inhales deeply, and I know she can smell how turned on I am. It’s only because her noises have been edging me all morning. The tip of my cock is weeping precumand pressing against my jeans, and I wonder if it’s time to just suck it up and fuck my palm in the bathroom.
I’m desperate, okay? I’m not proud of it.
Caleb and I polish off our plates, feeling full and happy. I’ll go for a run later, I’m not worried about it now. I believe in enjoying my food. I work out to stay healthy and strong.
“Want a box?” I ask, watching as she gives up with a happy smile.
“Yes, please. It’s like I barely touched it,” she says.
Oh, my cock clocked exactly how many times you lifted the fork to your mouth, Princ?—.
Fuck. I can’t call her that anymore, not even in my head because I’ll slip up.
“I’m going to go to the restroom,” she says, standing up.
“Looks like it’s towards the back,” I tell her, pointing out the signs.
Nodding, she walks in that direction, and I watch as she disappears inside. I’m not surprised she had to pee with the two glasses of water and coffee she drank.
“Can we get a box?” Caleb asks the waitress as she comes up.
I continue to watch the doors as the waitress cleans up the table, boxes the food, and brings the check.
“Should we check on her?” Caleb asks, already beginning to rise.
We’re paranoid for a reason. We’ve both seen and lost too much not to be. Nova walks out of the restroom, and as I check my watch, I see that it hasn’t been more than a few minutes.
Swallowing hard, I smack my brother’s shoulder so he’ll sit back down, and we watch as she comes back.
“All good?” I ask, standing as Caleb throws some cash down on top of the tab. It’s too much, but the food and service spoke for itself.
Neither of us care much about money. Tyde was mistaken in that when he fought with us when we left after her heat. Well, it was more furtive whispers to keep her from waking up, but he was pissed. Caleb and I left both to get space and for the people who count on us to show up for them.
It was an insurmountable amount of guilt on many levels. However, it doesn’t mean we were right.
“Yeah,” she says, nodding. “I got my dress caught on the bathroom stall though, and it took me a second to untangle myself.”
Well that explains that.
Chuckling, I shrug.
“I’m glad you made it back to us unscathed,” I tease her.
Nova is a little breathless, and I suppose it would suck if I’d barged into the bathroom to “save her” from her own dress. She grins as she shrugs on her coat and we begin to walk toward the front door.
It opens as we get closer, and I see a distinguished man that I would know fucking anywhere. His salt and pepper hair, straight spine despite his age, and the woman he ushers in who is his entire heart…With the exception of his granddaughter, of course.
Fuck. Glancing at Nova, I amend that.
Granddaughters.
