Page 42 of This Time Around
The wait time wasn’t as long as I anticipated, but then again, Carl had added picnic tables behind the restaurant so people could dine outside during nice weather. When given the opportunity to pick, we chose the picnic table outside so we could hear each other speak. Even if I loved the music, it would’ve been too loud for me. I felt like I was yelling in Milo’s ear while we waited for a table.
There were a couple of horseshoe pits and cornhole sets outside for people to enjoy before and after they ate, along with several video arcade games and a few pool tables inside. There was plenty to keep people happy while they waited for their food. When it arrived…drool city.
“Oh my God!” I mumbled around a mouthful of burger.
“You sound like me when I have your cock in my mouth,” Milo whispered across the table, nearly making me choke.
He lost his smug look when he sank his teeth into his juicy double cheeseburger. “Oh my God!” he moaned. And yeah, he made me want to stuff something entirely different in his mouth. I wanted to feel the vibrations of his words, hums of pleasure, and groans bouncing along my cock and zapping my nuts like little bolts of lightning. Milo swallowed his bite of food and wiped his mouth with a napkin, but not before I got to see how wet it was from the grease. I wanted to see a different kind of wetness on his lips, spread it around with the tip of my dick. “I know what you’re thinking,” Milo told me.
“You wouldn’t be wrong.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to take this back to my place after we’re finished eating?”
“We’ll get there eventually,” I replied.
“Sounding awfully smug.”
“I’m just basing this on the fact that I’ve spent every night in your bed since we reconnected.”
“You make a good point.” Milo swirled his French fry in ketchup. “So, what are we going to do between food and sex to entertain ourselves?”
“I thought you liked surprises,” I countered.
“I lied. I want to know what devious plans you have in store for me.”
“Us,” I corrected. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
After dinner, Milo expressed concern again about his sister buying Bliss House during the drive to Cincinnati but admitted he’d never seen her so happy. “She deserves it too. Life has dealt Mae some disappointing blows. She’s earned the happiness she’s found with Elijah, and the chance to build a life with him. But that house?”
“It truly is an exceptionally built house, Milo. I’m looking forward to working there because you just don’t see craftsmanship like that anymore.”
“Ghosts and all?”
“It adds to the ambiance.”
“Well, I need to get over my aversion then since I have a feeling I’ll be there a lot.”
“You can start out easy by bringing me dinner a time or two. Get used to the place when it’s just the two of us,” I suggested.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Milo said, tipping his head as he considered it. “That way only you see me freak out if the ghost appears, or I stumble across more mannequins. Maybe I can make friends with the ghost so I don’t choke from fright during our next Thanksgiving meal.”
“Here we are,” I said, slowing to turn into the parking lot of our next destination.
“Bowling!” Milo had never really been that good at it, but he seemed to enjoy it back when we dated. Okay, mostly he liked teasing me with his perky little ass.
“Confession,” I said softly when I put the truck in park. “There’s some people I want you to meet.”
“Oh, so this is like a double date?” Milo asked.
“Not really. You’ll see when I make the introductions,” I answered vaguely.
I paid for the shoe rental while Milo searched for a bowling ball that fit him. “I hate having big knuckles and skinny fingers,” he mumbled when I approached him with the ugly-ass shoes. “It means I have to get a much heavier ball than I prefer.”
After a few more minutes, Milo found the sapphire-blue ball he was looking for, and I grabbed the first one that accommodated my knuckles. Milo followed me to the lane that my friends had already rented for a few hours.
“There he is,” one of the guys said jovially. “We were starting to think you were ditching us. Again.”
“Nah,” I said. “Milo and I stopped for dinner first.” Milo stepped up beside me with a pleasant smile on his face.