11. Banks
11
BANKS
“This is nice.”
Reg was naked, just as he was in my dreams, making coffee, his cute butt in full view. My semi swelled and I was fully aroused, but I was wearing briefs, so my dick wasn’t going to lead me to Reg like a dowsing rod.
“Thanks.” He glanced over his shoulder, and his gaze went to my crotch. He mumbled, “Mmmm.” Maybe I shouldn’t have worn briefs and we could have had sex again, with me pinned to the kitchen counter.
Nah, maybe not. My hole was sore after last night. It needed a rest.
“Better than having sex in the back room of the restaurant.” I didn’t know why I’d brought that up when it’d been obvious since last night that he had a place of his own.
His hands on the coffee percolator froze. “Is that a thing? My staff would have been shocked if they’d opened up the restaurant and found us naked in the freezer.”
He giggled, and I squirmed, thinking of my shriveled length in the cold.
“Nah, I’ve watched too many movies.”
I shuffled behind him, pressing my erection on his naked butt, and he ground against me.
“Mmmm. Now that’s what I like.” He held up the percolator. “Coffee?”
Though the sun was out, it was too cold to sit on the apartment balcony, so we snuggled together on the sofa, covered by a blanket.
“I don’t have to be at the restaurant until this afternoon.”
I jumped in before he could say anything else. “I can make breakfast as a thank-you for last night.”
Furrows appeared in Reg’s brow. “I don’t need a thank-you for sex, Banks.”
Shit. I’d given him the wrong impression. Trust me to mess things up.
“No, for dinner, silly.” I bopped his nose, and the tension in his shoulders and neck released. “But I’m not much of a cook. Toast and cereal?” I rummaged in the pantry and fridge.
“As long as you’re here with me, wearing those super tight briefs, I’m fine with whatever.”
“What? These old things?” I yanked at the waistband and snapped it before dancing around the sofa, making sure to wiggle my ass in Reg’s face.
He growled. Wow! That sure sounded like it came from deep inside him and reminded me of a wolf. Not that I’d ever met one, but I watched wildlife documentaries.
“Ohhhh!” I narrowed my eyes, wanting to stalk Reg like a wild animal, but the toast popped up and ruined the moment.
“Marmalade?”
“Please.”
We munched on our toast and sipped coffee in silence until Reg said he had something to show me. He’d slipped on a pair of shorts while I made the food, and something about him wearing that tiny scrap of clothing turned me on more than when he was naked. When I was done licking the marmalade from my fingers, I planned to jump the man.
“You’re full of surprises. I thought I’d seen it all last night.”
I outstretched my foot and shoved it between his legs, pressing the sole gently on his crotch. His breath hitched, and his dick swelled.
“You’ve seen nothing yet.” His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as he moaned and grasped my foot, pushing it against his hardness. “I want to be inside you again, but you should get to know me better before we…” He groaned.
“I know you’re a hard worker, a fair boss, a good man, and an amazing lover. I’ll learn more over time.”
Reg sat up, my foot no longer making contact with his cock.
“But I’m different than most guys.”
He didn’t need to explain. I’d dated on and off for years, and most of the men I’d been out with were asshats. I hadn’t had a serious relationship in forever.
“You are.”
Reg’s eyes locked on mine, and goosebumps paraded over my skin as his pupils darkened. If I hadn’t spent two nights with him, one in the restaurant and one on a date and then in his bed, I would have been wary of what was behind that gaze.
But this was Reg, my Reg as I’d begun to think of him, even though we’d known one another a few days.
“When you’re done eating, I’d like to take a drive.”
Okay, this was a little weird. He had to go to work later, and instead of cuddling and being together at home, he wanted to go out.
“Ummm, okay. Why?” He might need food, though he could always eat at the restaurant this evening. I was disappointed that I had to share him with the rest of the world, which was silly because he wasn’t my prisoner. That gave me an idea for when we were together next time. We could role play kidnapper and captive.
Reg took both my hands. “There’s something you need to see. Something important.”
“And I can’t do it here?”
He made a face. “Not really. It would be awkward, and the furniture could get smashed.”
Perhaps my face registered fear. “Don’t worry. This is all me. Nothing will happen to you. I promise.”
Reg’s reassurance did nothing to quell my anxiety. But he was asking me to trust him, and I could take off and never see him again or let him show me this mysterious whatever it was. If it was too freaky for me, I’d cut my losses and run.
I made it sound so easy, as though I’d shrug and say, “Better luck next time.” But my heart would be ripped from my chest if Reg turned out not to be who I’d built him up to be.
He got dressed and handed me the rest of my clothes. He massaged my brow, saying I was worrying too much. “You love me buck naked, right?”
I nodded, not understanding the leap between what we were about to do and him having no clothes on.
“Perfect. You’ll get to see me strip in the woods.”
We were going into the deep dark forest? In February? Oh no. That changed everything.