Page 23 of One Taste
“Were you drunk, because that’s not cool.”
“No, I wasn’t drunk at all.” I take a sip of my coffee. “I was feeling a little good, but nowhere near drunk.”
My confirmation has her blowing out a deep breath. “Okay then. You may proceed with details.”
“He was hot, Brielle.”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“Fifty.”
“Damn! Five times over the scale limit?”
“You have no idea.”
She raises a brow in curiosity. “And his dick?”
I smile devilishly, picturing his perfect dick fucking my mouth. “Nine. Definitely nine.”
“Nine on the performance scale or nine the inc—”
“Nine, the inches. At least.” I cut her off.
She moves her mug aside and leans in closer across the table so no one in the restaurant looks at us funny. “Holy shit. Please tell me he knew how to use it properly?”
I’m bursting at the seams, holding back the giggle that wants to come out. “How does one use a nine-inch cock?”
“Stop acting innocent right now, Devin. I know you know. Don’t tell me you don’t know how a nine-inch cock is made to be used. I know you watch porn, bitch.”
The bit of laughter I’ve been holding in breaks the seal of my lips, echoing through the restaurant. I look quickly around the room and notice several heads swing in our direction.
“Shh!” Brielle scolds. “You’re going to get us kicked out before I get my breakfast. Now, be a fucking adult and tell me, did he or did he not use his nine-inc—”
“Fork! Brielle, you need a new fork, right?” Her face scrunches in confusion before she hears what I saw coming.
The waitress, who was moments away from hearing Brielle say nine-inch cock, places our plates on the table.
“Here you go, ladies.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“You’re very welcome. Let me know if you need another nine-inch fork.” She winks at us before walking away.
“Oh my God,” Brielle whispers fiercely. “Do you think she heard us?”
I roll my eyes, grabbing my nine-inch fork. “Oh, she definitely heard us.”
We both roar with laughter.Figures.Picking at our breakfast, we agree to keep anyone else from hearing our conversation.
“So, this morning, did you forks?” She says the word forks at a normal volume.
Her question catches me off guard, and I think about how I left Brooks sound asleep and ran out the door. “No.”
“What? How come?”
“Because—” I take a sip of my coffee, suddenly feeling a little dirty. “—I left before he woke up.”
My words silence Brielle. When I look up from my mug, her face is filled with compassion and worry all at once. “You okay?”
