Page 4 of Honey, Honey
She grinned, the light I had seen earlier returning to them. “What kind of fiancée would I be if I didn’t pay for it, after you just rescued me?” Her eyes focused behind me and she turned her head, hiding a giggle in her hand. I could hear the blonde being hustled out of the coffee shop by Gus and the outright disapproval of the other customers.
“You don’t even know what you just did,” she said, reaching out and putting her hand on mine. It was just a brush of her fingers but it made my blood sing. Seeing her fingers resting on the back of my hand, the pink of her nails contrasting with the ink on my skin made my head swim. It looked fucking perfect. I jerked my hand away from hers and looked away when I saw the hurt in her beautiful eyes. I couldn’t have her touching me. Couldn’t have that side of me waking up and wanting her more than I already did.
The redhead joined us then and she beamed in my direction. “You didn’t say you had a fiancé. What the hell, Honey bun?”
A near shriek sounded behind me, but I didn’t bother looking. I knew it was the blonde trying to save face. “He owns it? A man like that with her doesn’t make any sense!” She was insisting to someone, probably that Gus guy, maybe just anyone in earshot. Either way I ignored her.
“Don’t listen to her,” I advised Honey when I saw her flinch at the bullshit the blonde was spewing on her way out. “She’s just trying to look less shitty.”
“You mean classist,” the redhead said with a nod towards the blonde. “She comes in here every day acting like she’s Marie Antoinette, and I for one always wanted to take her bleached head off, so thank you for that,” she said, nodding at me.
I grunted a reply that had the redhead giggling and skipping off to the espresso machine but not before she flicked a finger at Honey. “You have a lot to tell me about after this rush, Honey bun.”
“Sure,” Honey answered, voice weak. She looked back at me and took the card I was holding out to her. It was heavy and black, and she turned the metal over in her hands for a second before she looked at me. “She’s right, but thank you for what you did,” she said, swiping the card.
I frowned. “What the fuck do you mean she’s right?”
She looked startled at my question but answered me all the same. “A man like you wouldn’t be with someone like me.”
My throat tightened. I could see she believed that. Thought I wouldn’t want a woman like her. I shook my head at her. “Listen to me, a woman like you doesn’t want a man like me. Men like me are dirty.”
“Wha—“
“Men like me don’t deserve sweet.”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth for a beat before they met my stare. “I’m not sweet.” Her voice was husky, a touch too low to be proper. Christ. I loved the sound of her voice. I scoffed, reaching out to take the black card she still held. Our fingers brushed and I sucked in a breath at the slight slide of her skin against mine. She was soft. I knew if I kept touching her she'd be soft all over. I couldn’t touch her all over, not without losing control, but that didn’t stop me from brushing a calloused finger over her knuckles.
“You couldn’t be any more sweet if you tried, Honey,” I said, her name rolling off my tongue like I’d said it a million times.
Her eyes went soft and she bit her bottom lip. “Sir,” she began, and I groaned at the word. Her eyes went wide but it was too late. I closed my hand around her wrist and pulled her towards me. By now the entire morning crowd at A Different Brew were pretending they didn’t see us. Our coupledom having been established via a bitch fit, and none of them seemed ready to take me on in the pursuit of caffeine.
God how had she known to call me that?
“You shouldn’t go around calling just anybody Sir, little girl. You might have to answer for it,” I warned her, the words slipping out of me before I could stop.
She let out a soft exhale and then smiled at me, her eyes still soft on me. “I think I’d like answering to you.”
Fuck.
My fingers flexed on her wrist and I could feel the pull between us ratcheting up. I needed this woman. It didn’t matter what was going on around us, the blonde could be screaming her head off beside us and I wouldn’t have given a shit so long as Honey kept looking at me like she was.
I needed this woman to be sweet for me. Sweet and needy. Dark eyes soft on me while she screamed for me. I could see it plain as day, her dark curls spilling over her shoulder with her head thrown back, legs wrapped around me while I bounced her on my cock. She would feel good–no, better than that. She’d be perfect.
It would be perfect.
“Quad Americano, black, for Honey bun’s man!”
Honey jerked back and took her hand with her. My fingers tingled from where our skin had touched and I blinked and shook my head, coming back to myself.
“Do you think—“
“That's me. I gotta go,” I said, cutting off whatever it was she was about to say. A feat fueled by pure strength of will. I wanted to hear whatever it was she was about to say. I would listen to this woman all fucking day if I could.
She opened her mouth again and then nodded at me. “Have a good day, sir.”
I gave a jerky nod but was already moving before that blessed word fell from her perfect mouth. How could a soft ‘sir’ put me on my ass like this? I didn’t even know her, but I knew without a doubt that I needed her.
“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the cup from the redhead.
