Page 86 of Hale's Pawn
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Oran grumbles again as we watch Titanic. “Jack is a fucking idiot,” he says.
I snicker. “Yeah? Tell me how?” I say as I dip my Oreo in peanut butter.
Oran’s thumb softly glides back and forth over my lower legs. “Well, okay, so he wins a fucking ticket to get on this damn ship, right?”
“Right…”
“So the kid wants adventure, that’s fine, but after that, why the fuck would he fall for Rose, then at the end give it all up like that?” he asks, scratching the light scruff.
I snicker. “Love?” I say.
Oran scoffs. “More like...he’s never gotten pussy before. Kid probably thought it was rib-eye steak pussy. You know, the marinated kind that just tastes so good once it’s cooked.”
“Are you hungry? ‘Cause that’s all I hear coming out of your mouth.”
Oran shrugs. “Maybe. Should we order something? What do you want?”
“Artichoke and pineapple pizza.”
“That is a monstrosity. Why would you murder pizza like that?” Oran asks as he types away on his phone.
“You can get your half differently,” I suggest.
Oran smirks, not looking up. “My half? Baby, I’m ordering a whole pizza for myself.”
“Get me a small pizza then. And a medium for you?” I ask.
“No. I’m getting an X-tra large. Meat special,” Oran says and I can tell he already ordered from his smile.
I switch the show to The Witcher. I mean I’ve seen it, but my love for Henry Cavill runs deep. Not even five minutes in, Oran grumbles, “You’re drooling.”
“No, I'm not,” I laugh. “It’s just… I used to play the games with Mikos and now, this is just amazing.”
“I’m confused,” he says.
“Three timelines dude, keep up. Geralt’s, Yennifer’s, and Ciri’s.”
“Whatever. This dude is going to get the pizza.” When Oran comes back with the pizza, I stand up and snatch my box. I sniff the box, almost cumming from the smell alone. “So, all I have to do is give you pizza to watch you cum in your shorts?” Oran teases.
I laugh and I do a dance. “This is how I dance for pizza, baby… do it with me, Rory.” I place a hand over my growing belly and rub it. “Mommy’s got some pizza, mommy’s got some pizza. Daddy’s looking horny, but he’s gonna end up with blue balls,” I sing.
Oran chuckles and slaps my ass hard. “Mommy better act right before she gets spanked tonight,” he teases.
I groan. “Harder than the last time?”
Oran gives me a look and licks his lips. He sits back on the couch, placing the pizza boxes on the coffee table. “Come, tell me more about this obsession of yours with this English motherfucker. He’s ugly, by the way.”
I laugh hard as I sit. “You favor him, by the way.”
“Are you calling me ugly?” Oran teases.
“Nope. You said that all by yourself, Mr. Hale.”
“Whatever, asshole.”
I laugh hard. After, we fall into a comfortable silence, watching the Witcher with the typical questions from Oran. I’m determined to binge-watch like a crazy person but after the third episode, my phone rings. It’s Mikonos. I pick up. “Hey.”
