15. Meghan #3
“ Ohmygod .” How is this smart man so dense? “No, you fool. I use it. Cookies, cakes, breads, whatever. I do normal things with the sugar.”
“Hmmm.” He stares into my cart for a long moment. “You must be a good cook. Baker. Whatever.”
I dump an armful of chocolate chips into the cart. “I do alright.”
“I bet you do more than alright," he traces a finger along the edge of the bacon packaging. That shouldn’t be any kind of sexual, but a tingle runs along my arm as if it were my body he was touching. His eyes come up to meet mine. “Cook me dinner tonight.” He doesn’t say it like a question.
I’m about to say yes, when I remember I have plans.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“None of your damn business.” I meant to say it sternly but thinking about the sex toy party has the corner of my mouth pulling up.
“Why does that sound nefarious?”
“Me? Nefarious? Never!” I say, aghast.
“Do you have a date?”
I snort. “Oh, yeah. I’ll definitely be getting a dick tonight.” I pause and tilt my head. “Well, technically, I’ll be buying it.”
“What?! ”
Deciding I’ve gotten what I need, I grab the cart handle and start to push.
From behind, Sebastian reaches around, one arm on either side of me, grabbing the handle. His grip halts my forward motion.
He takes a step closer, pressing the front of his body against the back of mine.
“Banshee. You had better not be paying for sex.”
God, he’s way too easy to rile up.
I tip my head back until I’m looking straight up into his eyes. “You got a problem with that, Ash ? Because I’m pretty sure I’m free to do whatever, and whoever, I want.”
He growls.
He honest-to-god growls .
And my panties go damp.
He stares at me for a long moment before breaking the silence. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Not tonight...” I bat my eyes.
“Meghan.”
“Sebastian,” I tease.
He ducks his head, putting his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel his chest rumbling, so I know he’s talking, but I can’t understand the words that he murmurs against my skin.
I reach up and pat the top of his head. “Relax, caveman. The dick I’m buying tonight is silicon.”
Another rumbled word comes out and I’m pretty sure it was what.
“My friend is throwing a sex toy party. So tonight is gonna be a bunch of drunk, horny chicks, buying playthings.”
His head slowly rises until he’s making eye contact. “And do you already own some of these playthings ?”
“Several. But there’s still room in my drawer for more.” I wink.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask.
“For all the new material that just went into my spank bank.” He bends down again, only this time he bites my neck.
I yelp and elbow him in the side .
Sebastian chuckles, but releases his grip on my cart, so I hurry to put some distance between us.
“I don’t know what it is, Banshee, but something about you getting all violent just fucking does it for me," he says from a few paces behind me. “Come on, Babe. Hit me, again. Just one more time.”
“Pretty sure it’s a form of erectile dysfunction if getting smacked in the face stirs your cock. Diagnosis heavy on the dysfunction .”
Sebastian just laughs.
We carry on through the rest of the store, talking about food and needling each other. And I have to admit, shopping with Sebastian has been fun. You never can tell where a day will take you.
Stopping in front of the ice cream coolers, I search for the one I need. Spotting the high-end vanilla, I open the door and reach for it.
“Hold on,” Sebastian stops me.
“What?”
“Two things. First, with all your crazy food selections, why the hell are you picking out boring-ass vanilla ice cream?”
Letting the cooler door shut, I step back. “If you must know. I currently have several crazy flavors already at home. I need the vanilla for my balsamic and peaches.”
Sebastian looks horrified. “Balsamic. As in vinegar? On ice cream? What’s wrong with you?!”
I dig the bottle out from under my pile of sugars. “This.” I show him the cinnamon pear label. “Mixed with sautéed peaches, on top of boring-ass vanilla ice cream is one of the best things you will ever put in your mouth.”
He looks torn between disgust and lust as he slowly shakes his head. “I doubt that. Very much.”
“Well, you’d be wrong. What was the second question? Thing. Whatever.”
“Oh, right. Secondly,” he starts to push me away from the ice cream. “Buy the frozen stuff later. Otherwise it will melt.”
“Melt?”
“Yeah. Since you’re ditching me for a bunch of dildos tonight, you’re having lunch with me. Here. Now.”
“Uh, okay, my turn for two things - ” I poke a finger into his chest. “ First, I’m not ditching you. I hadn’t even planned on seeing you today. Or honestly, of talking to you ever again.”
“Hmmm. Fair enough.” He nods. “And secondly?”
I drop my hand. “Secondly, what if I already had lunch?”
He raises a brow. “Then you can just sit and watch me eat. But since it’s…” He looks at his watch, “just after 11:00, I doubt you ate lunch before coming here.”
“Fine,” I huff, acting put-out.
But secretly, I’m a bit excited. Fuck it, I’m ecstatic.
I went into today hating Sebastian’s existence, but after the past hour together I’m ready to give him another shot.
He’s just so damn easy to be with. Today was just like the haunted hell place.
Only grocery shopping is about as mundane as you can possibly get, so making it fun… yeah, takes a special type of person.
We split up in the massive deli section, each making our own lunches. I can never decide what to get when I come here, so my container has a little bit of everything off the hot bar. Then I fill a soup cup with bread pudding. Because… bread pudding.