Page 21 of Four-ever Single

“We would, but we thought it would be rude to stand you up for dinner,” Capshaw replied, not bothering to look at his sister as he stared deeply into his fiancé’s eyes.

“I’m starving, so I’m going to go order,” I said, hoping to break the tension. I stood up and almost bumped into Jones as he joined me. “Sorry.” I shook my head, trying to clear the fog creeping over me again.

“Not a problem. I’m starving, too. Mind if I join you?” His voice was lower than normal, and I could see the fire burning in his eyes as he gently reached for my elbow and escorted me around the table.

We walked up to the line together, my fingers itching to reach over and grab his.

“Do you know what you want?” he asked, standing so close I could smell the scent of his cologne.

“Yes.” I looked up and licked my lips, wondering if he was as deeply impacted as I was. “You.”

He nodded and gave it some thought, apparently not catching that there wasn’t a question mark at the end of my sentence.

“I think I’m going to mix it up tonight and do the combo fajitas. I usually stick to the chicken chimichanga, but I think trying something new might be good for me,” he said, nodding to himself.

“That’s not what I meant,” I muttered, lifting my fingers to move the thin gold chain around my neck. It was my favorite necklace, but it was so light and delicate that I often worried I would lose it, so I didn’t wear it often. I lined the heart charm up in the center and then lowered my hand before I broke the chain by fidgeting with it.

“I know,” he answered, looking straight ahead instead of at me. “But if I would have responded to that the way I wanted to, I would already have you bent over one of these tables and would be balls deep inside you. I don’t think anyone wants to see that, and I know you’re not ready to tell anyone about us, so that’s how I’m distracting myself as my balls ache from the release I desperately need, Bella. If I think about fajitas, I might get lucky and stop thinking about how good you would taste on my tongue as I lift your skirt and bury my head between your thighs.”

My body trembled at his words as goosebumps erupted over my skin.

We moved forward and didn’t say anything to each other after that. What was there to say anyway—no matter what I tried to say, there would be the one thing I wanted to say but couldn’t. Even though I wanted to be with Jones and see what this thing between us could be, there was no way I could verbalize that yet. My throat swelled up and closed every single time I thought about it.

By the time we ordered our food and returned to the table, the others were getting up and heading to place theirs, which left us by ourselves again.

It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if I weren’t trying to fight the urge to attack him and ride him at the table. Talk about a way to burn some calories and work up an appetite before dinner. But that wasn’t appropriate, and thinking about it only made things worse for me.

“What are you doing after dinner?” he asked lowly, looking up to make sure everyone else was still in line.

“I don’t have plans. I'm probably calling it a night early since I have to get up early and squeeze in an extra cardio session to burn off the calories from dinner tonight. You?”

“No plans either.” He shrugged. “But if you want to come over, I know a few ways we can work off some calories if you’re interested.”

I pulled my lip between my teeth and bit down sharply to avoid making a fool of myself as I squeezed my thighs together under the table again.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked coyly, turning to face him so I could lower my voice.

“Well, I have this excellent running trail behind my house. We could go for a run. Or I just got a new bike; we could go for a ride.”

“That’s not the kind of ride I had in mind,” I said, looking away as I kept my voice low enough for only him to hear.

“What kind did you have in mind?”

He leaned toward me and rested his elbow on the table, shielding us from the nosey women at the table across from us.

“The kind where I ride your cock until we both come.”

“That’s funny; I was thinking the same thing but didn’t want to come off as a pervert,” he said, leaning back slightly as I inhaled sharply, trying to get more oxygen to my brain.

“Then I say we eat fast, fake food poisoning, and get the hell out of here as soon as possible,” I replied quickly as I saw everyone heading back to the table. “Otherwise, I’m going to ride you here and now.”

He covered his mouth behind his hand as he chuckled deeply.

Thirteen

Jones

“So, this is the living room,” I said as I guided Bella into my house.

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