Page 41 of Hex and the City
LEON
“Much appreciated,” Max said, tipping an imaginary hat at the girl in the drive-through window.
She giggled, tipped her cap back, and waved us goodbye. “Enjoy your Happy Cow burgers.”
“We sure will,” I called out, just as Max started rolling up his car window.
The burger lady was nice enough, smiling back at me, but I could tell she’d reserved the bulk of her Happy Cow charisma for Mr. Brooding Leather Jacket over here. Who could blame her? Max was a grade A stud, and it hadn’t even settled with me, what we’d done in the back seat.
Max was the hottest guy I’d ever known, and I just sucked his dick. Even better. He sucked mine, too.
He pulled into a parking spot somewhere on the premises. Not a lot of cars around this time of night, as private as it could get. He riffled through our paper bag of goodies as I took a few tentative sips of my root beer. Refreshing as fuck.
I watched hungrily as he popped a french fry in his mouth. The last thing that went past those lips was my cock, and the last thing he’d swallowed was — oh, fuck. I gulped down an ice-cold mouthful of root beer, hoping it would be enough to douse my renewed surge of horniness.
“Slow down there,” Max said, handing me my burger and fries. “Don’t want to spoil your appetite.”
“Hah, yeah. Was just thirsty, is all.”
Thirsty in so many different ways. I unwrapped my double cheeseburger, the rustle of paper and the smell of the charred beef so comforting. God, I never even realized I was starving. I took my first juicy bite, oozing with cheese and sauce, moaning through my perfect mouthful of bread and beef.
Max chuckled, unwrapping his own burger. Single patty. Amateur. “Good, right? I know it’s not good for you, but I grab myself a Happy Cow cheeseburger every now and then. As a treat.”
I nodded enthusiastically, horniness replaced by hunger. “I’ve had their burgers before. They’re all over the place. So, so good.”
He bit into his own burger, not quite making a vaguely erotic moan, thankfully. But his lashes fluttered as he shut his eyes, like he was savoring every mouthful. This man was too pretty. It was criminal.
A bit of sauce dribbled on the back of his hand, between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in to lick it off. Honestly. Was being sexy just something that came naturally to him, or was he doing this on purpose?
I motioned at his wrist with a french fry. “You know, maybe you should take off your watch for now. Didn’t know you were such a messy eater.”
He cocked a suspicious eyebrow. “I almost never take my watch off.”
“Except for when you go to bed,” I said, counting with the swipe of one french fry, ticking it off an imaginary list. “And when you take a shower. And presumably when you go to the gym.”
“You like the idea of me in the gym, do you?”
I shrugged. “I like the idea of you not messing up something you consider so precious, I guess.”
“You know, you had zero complaints when I was going down on you. That was messy, too. What’s the problem? Is it that you want me to take it off first next time?”
I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “So you’re saying there’s going to be a next time?”
The joke didn’t land, his lips still twisted into a pout. It was starting to grow on me, too, something sweet about his grumpy, screwed-up face. Moody, broody Max, and here all I wanted to do was kiss the frown right off his face.
Or suck it out of his dick, except that metaphor wouldn’t work.
“You keep obsessing about the watch,” Max said, rubbing his shoulder. “Honestly, it’s no big deal.”
“Seems like it kind of is a big deal,” I said, tilting my head. “Five figures worth of a big deal, minimum.”
It was true. I checked on my phone. Nearly passed out from shock.
Max flung his hands up, then shrugged. “So what? I like nice things.”
“Okay, so maybe I’m just more frugal than I thought. But really, Max? Twenty K for a wristwatch, on our salary? And it’s not like we get a salary, either. We’re freelancers. There’s good months, but there are more lean months than good. I eat ramen to make ends meet. Can’t imagine dropping that much cash on a luxury item.”
He kneaded his forehead and sighed. “Could you get to the point, please? We were having such a nice time, too.”
