Page 36 of Me Three
“No need to apologize,” I tell them and look at my kitchen cupboards behind them as if they’re going to speak and tell me what I can cook. “How about curry? Something creamy and coconutty?”
“Sounds good.”
“We don’t even have to go out. I’ve got everything we need,” I say.
“Perfect. More alone time then,” they say and walk over to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I didn’t think I was until I got here and realized I skipped lunch.”
I chuckle. “How can you forget lunch?”
They shrug. “It’s easy when I’m in the zone. Don’t you get that, too?”
I approach them as they’re leaning against the kitchen cupboards and raise my eyebrow.
“Can’t you tell I like food too much to ever forget to eat?”
Tru pouts and looks at my hands rubbing my belly. I have put on more than enough pounds lately. Maybe it’s time I stopped joking about it and actually lose some. Easy task if I’ve got Tru to wear me out, I guess.
“Maybe you can remind me to eat more often, in that case,” they say and kiss me again, only this time, when they pull away, they bite my lower lip until I hiss in both pain and pleasure.
“You big tease,” I tell them, and they smirk.
“You’re saying that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“Trust me, it’s not.”
“You would know,” they say. “That first night you were the biggest tease I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh. Really? I never thought I was. But maybe I am. I try to not put too much of myself in these hookups because I know there won’t be a next time. Or they’ll prefer Carter. Or… I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
Tru smiles and tightens their arms around my neck to give me another kiss.
“Because you’re adorable.”
They run a hand down from my chest to my belly and stop right under the curve, giving it a squeeze, biting their lips.
“I looooove those love handles,” they grumble, and I can feel my dick jerking to life.
I’ve never been as big as I am currently, so I’m not used to anyone complimenting the extra pounds or actually finding them hot. If anything, there have been guys to turn me down for it, but I guess maybe I wasn’t looking in the right places. In more ways than one.
“We… should get food. Before we skip straight to dessert. I won’t have you starving on my watch,” I tell them when I manage to find my voice, and they smirk in acceptance.
“Just tell me what to do,” they say.
“You can stand there looking hot as fuck while I cook,” I tell them, and they jump on the kitchen surface.
“Done.”
They watch me get pots and pans and ingredients in view and this… already feels familiar. I’m not even as self-conscious as I should be. Cooking with an audience is not something I’m used to or like. Hell, I even hate it when Carter watches me cook.
“So… tell me. What’s going on with you two? That was a lot of tension a moment ago,” they say when I start chopping some onions.
“Yeah, tension seems to be our motto as of late. And when I say ‘as of late,’ I mean the last six years,” I mumble.
“Why?” they ask.
“Ian,” I say.
Tru shakes their head and leans forward with inquisitive eyes.
