Page 100 of Change My Mind
“I’m not going to say that I’m completely okay about the whole upcoming dead mother’s birthday, but I don’t feel the need to talk about it in this moment. Can’t say that won’t change over the next few days.” Addie nodded slowly but didn’t say anything further. “Speaking of mothers, this cakeisn’t making it to your parents unless we give it to them ASAP. I got distracted by you, and it did not cool anywhere near enough before I started applying the fillings.”
Addie put her spoon down in the bowl. “That was an interesting segue. We can go over there now. I think the walk would be a good time to talk about how you used to have a crush on me while I used to dream about all the ways that I could crush you.”
“With your thighs, while my head is buried between them, would be my preference,” I shot back.
“I have never met a man who was so obsessed with eating pussy in my life.”
“And now you won’t meet another one.”
Addie’s eyes darkened behind her glasses.
“Now come on, Addie, you’re not already thinking about being a rule breaker, are you? It was a rule that you put in place.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t break rules.”
“You broke one,” I pointed out as I found a box that would fit the cake in.
“And breaking that rule might just be the best thing I’ll ever do,” she said as she ran her finger through the excess cream and jam along the cake and slipped the finger in her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as she cleaned the sugar off, a smirk glittering in her green eyes. A dab of cream was on the corner of her mouth, and when her finger was clean, she removed it from her mouth with a pop before the tip of her pink tongue peeked out to remove it. I swallowed the groan that threatened to escape me and transferred the cake to the box.
“I’ll remind you, Eli, that you broke that rule, too. So what’s to say that you won’t break this one?”
“Because I am going to have way too much fun trying to get you to break it first,” I replied, taking her chinin my hand. With one quick glance down to her lips and one gentle tilt of her head as an affirmative, I pressed a kiss to her mouth, pulling away before she could deepen it.
“Two can play that game, Elijah.”
The next few days were going to be hell.
Sixty
ADDIE
“What would you wear to fuck with Jesse?” I asked, over the phone, as I stared at a wardrobe full of clothes.
“A leopard print bikini,” Clara answered immediately.
“It’s November. Try again.”
“Well, do you want to titillate or do you want him feral?” Clara asked.
True to our word, we had spent the last five days trying to get the other to break our one and only rule. Every conversation we had was laced with innuendo. He seemed incapable of watching TV without a hand splayed across my upper thigh. At any given moment, I would scratch my nails across his scalp, and his eyes would flutter in such a way that I was sure he was going to break.
Yesterday morning, he ‘forgot’ his towel and walked from the bathroom to his room fully naked and very erect at the exact same time I opened my bedroom door to get ready for the day. Last night, I repaid the favour by making sure that he ‘accidentally’ caught me naked and grinding against a pillow on the brink of coming. On his bed.
Joke was on me for that one, though, because I was the one who almost broke when he pulled himself out and came all over his hand in less than thirty seconds.
I didn’t think either of us could make the other one any more feral at this point. But I was willing to try.
“The second one,” I answered.
“Ooh, fun. Wait, let me go ask Rachel.”
I heard my sister move through her flat and the sound of her door opening before she rapped a familiar beat on Rachel’s door.
“Oh, hey, Blondie, Rach in?”
“She is mostly present and correct.” I heard Rachel’s voice distantly. This was what I missed most when I was living in Montreal. Being a part of all the little moments in a big way.
“Ads wants to activate Eli’s baser tendencies. What should she wear?”
