Page 46 of Don't Leave Me
Me:Nope. It has to be me. In person. Your only choice is what part of me you want. My fingers, my tongue or my dick. It’s been a long time, but if memory serves, you really like my dick.
Ash:Your ego is totally out of control.
Me:Then there was always the matter of your ass. I wanted it, but you needed to read up on it first. You never told me what you learned.
Ash:I learned talking to you about this only encourages you to be more outrageous. Goodnight, Marc.
Me:Night, Ash.
I plugged the phone into the charger, settled into bed, and wondered how long it would be until she gave me the orgasm I was due.
* * *
The next evening
Ashleigh
I watched as Marc put the now only slightly warm vegetable tots on Danny’s highchair tray.
“There’s no way he falls for this,” I said, trying not to gloat. “He can spot broccoli a mile away. I don’t care if it’s in the form of a tater tot.”
“Bet?” Marc challenged me, even as Danny assessed the new food product on his tray.
“What are we betting?” Because I had a suspicion I knew where he was going with this.
“A kiss?”
That’s exactly where I thought he was going. “Marc,” I sighed.
“One kiss. It’s not going to kill you. What do you want? And you better think fast, because it looks like he’s about to reach for one. I’ll give you a night off from texting.”
“No,” I said, quickly. Probably too quickly. “My car needs the battery replaced.”
“Done,” Marc said, holding out his hand. I shook it warily, feeling as if I’d caved in some fundamental way. Like I was letting him all the way in, which in the history of Ash and Marc, was both wonderful and painful.
We watched Danny pick up the broccoli disguised as a tot. Sniff it and finally put it in his mouth. Which didn’t mean anything if he ultimately spit it out.
He was my son. I knew my boy. He did not like his vegetables. He would taste the broccoli, spit it out, then I would get my battery replaced for only the cost of it.
Also, I wouldn’t have to kiss Marc. I wouldn’t have to remember what it felt like to be consumed by him. That was probably a very good thing.
Then again, maybe that wasn’t even possible anymore. I was a mother. There was so much more to me now than the girl who had been so hopelessly in love with the boy next door.
Still, I didn’t want to take a chance.
Spit it out, baby. Come on, you can do it!
Only he wasn’t doing it. Instead, he was reaching for another one and shoving it into his mouth. Marc made a fist pump and I reached for one of the tots on the baking sheet, ready to call foul.
I plopped it into my mouth. It was crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside, and, while there might have been broccoli in them, there was also a large portion of cheese.
“These are cheating! They don’t taste anything like broccoli.”
Marc smiled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “That’s the point. But the label says one full serving size of vegetables. Suck it, Ash. You lose.”
“Fine, but we’re not kissing in front of Danny. I don’t want to give him any funny ideas.”
“Stupid ideas like mommies and daddies kiss?”
