Page 31 of Unfriend Me
Fast as a snake, she whipped her arms back and pinched me in the side. I yelped and jumped back. “Hey! How about you spread out the blanket while I get the firewood?”
“Oh, I see how it is. I gotta work on this date.” She snickered and jumped out of the way when I swiped at her, intent on payback for that pinch. “Go! I’m going to be freezing in two point five seconds.”
I rolled my eyes. “True. You never dress warm enough for a night at the beach.”
She smiled smugly. “Maybe I just want a handsome man to snuggle with me.”
Considering I was the only one she snuggled with—sans Daire the Douchebag a few times—that made me feel taller than my already tall frame. I hustled up the path to my truck and came back down with an extra blanket and a huge stack of firewood. No way would I end this date due to lack of heat. I’d prepared for this date like a Y2K prepper, minus the canned meat. I had enough firewood in my truck to last the whole night. While I got the fire raging, Amelia spread out the blanket and unpacked the food.
“Umm…I like where this is going, but it’s a bit unusual for a first date picnic.”
I spun around to see her holding something purple in her hand, an expression I hardly ever saw on her face. Mild embarrassment. I walked over, intrigued by anything that could make Amelia blush.
“What is it?” Mild nerves hit my gut because this was the one detail of the date I hadn’t done myself. I was a horrible cook, so I’d enlisted the help of Lenora and Finnie to put together a basket of food for us tonight. They’d been eager to help, but now that I thought about it, maybe a little too eager to help.
Amelia plopped it in my hands. “A vibrator. Again, I ask. Cocky much?”
I threw my head back and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard I had to sit right down in the sand to collect myself. Damn Lenora, the vibrator fairy. Forcing her sex toys on unsuspecting friends. Amelia was smiling, but she wasn’t laughing with me. I needed to clear things up. I wiped my eyes and tried to quit laughing.
“So, I may have asked for some help packing the picnic basket.” Another peal of laughter hit me and I couldn’t keep explaining. That look on Amelia’s face was just too much. Embarrassment, a touch of shock, and a whole lot of indecision warring for top position.
Understanding dawned on her face. “Ahh, I get it. Lenora packed the basket?” At my nod, she laughed. “Okay, now that makes a lot more sense. Hey, it may come in handy if you play your cards right.”
I quit laughing abruptly, nearly swallowing my tongue.
Now it was Amelia’s turn to laugh at the look on my face. “Come on. Let’s eat, then we’ll have the sex talk.”
“Pretty sure my dad already covered that talk when I hit middle school.” I put some baked chicken in some kind of barbecue sauce on Amelia’s plate and handed it to her.
“Oh, I’m sure Mr. Jackson didn’t cover what I’m going to cover,” Amelia said slyly.
I had to adjust myself. But not discretely enough to get past Amelia. Unless we went back to hammer pants, there’d never be enough room for my dick when Amelia talked like that.
“Mmm…this is so good. I’m glad you outsourced dinner to Lenora. No offense,” Amelia added quickly.
I swallowed a huge bite of chicken. “It was actually Finnie who cooked the food and Lenora who packed it all. I mean, I wouldn’t mind cooking for you, but I want you to live a long time, so I figured outsourcing was best.”
Amelia popped a grape in her mouth. “So, what’s this project you’re working on?”
I frowned, heartbeat kick-starting at the question. “What project?”
“You told Vee you had a project you were doing on the weekends. Was that just to get out of her clutches?”
Understanding dawned. I’d have to be careful what I told her. “Well, itwasto get out of an invitation I didn’t want from Vee, but it’s the truth. I’m working on something top secret.”
Amelia leaned over and pressed a grape into my mouth, her finger lingering on my lips. Her brown eyes flashed in the fire light. “Too secret to tell me? Your best friend?”
I chewed the grape slowly, enjoying the way Amelia seductively crawled over the blanket to sit on my lap. “Are you trying to seduce the secret out of me, Amelia Waldo?”
I fuckin' loved it. It wouldn’t work, but I sure didn’t mind her trying.
“Maybe…” she drawled, running her hands through my hair and making the goose bumps pop up all over my body. “Is it working?”
I ground my hips up into her backside. “Oh, it’s working all right.”
“Shit!”
We both turned our heads at the distant profanity coming from somewhere on the hillside to our left. The daylight was rapidly diminishing, so it was hard to see who was out there.
