Page 52 of Ridin' True

“If you don’t stop embarrassing me, you might not get breakfast,” I teased.

He lifted his head, took hold of my chin, and turned mine until he was looking me directly in the eyes. “What’s embarrassin’ about likin’ my dick inside you before coffee?”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he brought his mouth to mine. Only, rather than kiss me, he muttered, “And darlin’, you can call mepapiany time.”

His words ignited a full body shiver, and I felt his smile against my lips before his tongue was tangled with mine.

I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, but if I was, I would have gladly given it up for the rest of my life if it meant I got to start every morning like this.

We made-out until he slipped out of me, and then he got up to deal with his condom. I luxuriated in a full-body stretch in bed then moved to get up myself. Still in the nightshirt I slept in, I slipped into a fresh pair of panties, ran my fingers through my hair and headed for the kitchen. While I washed my hands, I tried to think fast about what it was I wanted to make Jed for breakfast. It only took me a couple seconds to decide on crepes. I had what I needed to serve them sweet or savory, so I decided to get started on the crepes themselves and let him decide the rest.

When Jed appeared at the mouth of my small, galley kitchen, he was in his jeans, but the rest of him was still pleasantly bare. I stopped what I was doing for a second in order to admire him. It felt surreal, him standing shirtless three feet away from me in my apartment, his bedhead still unbearably sexy. It was like we were getting our do-over from the previous morning.

Do-overs were such a rarity, and I was so happy to be gifted with this one.

He looked around my kitchen, scanning the meager countertops before his eyes settled on me. “No coffee machine.”

I flashed him a guilty smile. “I don’t really drink coffee. I’m more of a tea kind of girl. I could put the kettle on if you want some.”

“I’ll pass,” he said with a smirk.

“Sorry.”

He chuckled as he made his way toward me then pressed a kiss on top of my head where he mumbled, “Lex, I’ll take your sweet body over coffee any mornin’. I’ll have some water, though.”

Speaking through a smile, I told him, “Glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink. I keep a pitcher in the fridge if you like it really cold.”

He moved to fetch a glass and asked, “Am I dick if I don’t offer to help with breakfast?”

“No,” I laughed. “I do need your input, though. Savory or sweet?”

“Savory,” he replied, with not a hint of hesitation.

“Savory it is,” I said before preheating the oven.

Glass of water in hand, he stood leaning his backside against the counter next to the sink, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle as he watched me mix together ingredients by my electric stove.

“What have you got goin’ on today?” he asked me.

I took out my skillet and placed it on the front burner, switching it on to pre-heat the surface.

“I need to check in on my family, make sure they’re alright after the whole Alejo incident, and deliver the gift you helped me procure yesterday. You?”

“It’s my week with the kids. I’ll go pick them up around two.”

“Oh, right. Of course,” I murmured, looking back at him.

It wasn’t that I forgot he had kids. His kids were the entire reason we knew each other. I’d just been so wrapped up in what turned out to be our weekend together, I forgot what I had experienced up until that moment was onlyhalfof Jed.

“So, I guess, um—I guess I won’t see you for a few days.”

As I spoke the words, I turned my back toward him, wishing to focus on pouring my first crepe, instead.

“Yeah, we’ll figure somethin’ out.”

That happy feeling I’d been clinging to since I woke up was damped a little as reality started to sink in. I thought back on our time at Steel Mustang and the way I gushed to the women attached to Jed’s friends. They all seemed to think my being there with Jed was kind of a big deal. In truth, we hadn’t defined what we were doing.

And the trouble was, I wanted him so badly, I was afraid to ask.