ImVengecock: It’s possible. Care to find out?
I watched as she typed and stopped three times before her message finally popped up in the chat. Only it wasn’t a message all by itself. Oh no. It was a photo of her lying in bed in a white lace see-through bra and matching panties. Small rose gold balls on either side of her pert nipples had me biting my lower lip.
Fuck me, she was…I swallowed roughly, my cock already hard. I snapped a photo of it through my gray sweats and sent it back.
Scream-Pies: Gray sweatpants are a cliche I’m happy you indulge in. You plan the next meet-up, and I’m there. Same rules as before apply.
ImVengecock: Deal.
I scrolled back up, opening the photo she sent me, and spent the next few minutes with my hand wrapped around my stiff cock, imagining those pretty pink nipples in my mouth and my cock buried back inside of her.
I wasn’t even ashamed to say calling it a few minutes was generous before I had a mess all over my stomach, and whileI wiped it up, all I thought about was her tongue licking it off my abs for me—which resulted in me being hard as fuck all over again.
10
THE FINEST COFFEE GROUNDS
Wyatt
I genuinely couldn’t believeI’d waited this long to get over to Buns of Delight. Aspen had texted me the afternoon she’d been taken prior to her shift at The Roadhouse, asking me to stop by and talk to her friend, but it had slipped my mind in the mess of everything else.
I scrolled through our messages one more time before I headed to the bakery.
Aspen: Hey bro!! Can I call you that yet? Too bad. I am anyway.
Aspen: It’s Aspen, in case that wasn’t clear already. Also, I need a favor! Pretty please. It’s a big one.
I chuckled. If she only knew the number of times I’d gotten that text over the last two monthsfrom her man, she’d be shocked as hell. But knowing Aspen, this favor didn’t have shit to do with Rowan. No, my new sister could handle my twin brother all on her own. She didn’t need my help in the least bit.
Me: What’s up sis?
Aspen: Do you know Ember? She’s the woman who owns Buns of Delight down the street from my apartment.
Me: Can’t say that I do. Why? Are you trying to hook me up now that you’ve gotten Ro settled down?
Aspen: HA. No. You’re not nearly good enough for her.
Aspen: She’s having some banking issues or something, and her bank isn’t helping. I was wondering if you could stop by and see if you could do anything? We need her less stressed. She is my direct line of coffee and yummy treats.
Me: Sounds serious.
Aspen: WYATT!
Aspen: Please. I’ll owe you one.
Me: Okay, I’ll stop by today and talk to her. Tell your boy I’ll be calling him in for the favor though.
Aspen: Deal!
I shook my head. Oh yeah, she had my brother right where she wanted him. Good for her. When I’d pulled up my GPS and punched in Buns of Delight, I realized that Aspenwas being serious when she said it was down the street from her apartment. It was barely two full blocks from her. It had a ton of reviews and an almost perfect five-star rating.
I scrolled through the reviews, and it looked like one lady gave her three stars because the coffee was too hot for her to drink right away. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t much on coffee, but I could fuck up a good pastry. Hot and all.
I checked the clock. I had a meeting with Julian this evening, so I had plenty of time to stop by and at least meet the woman and hopefully help. I’d need to find out what the issue actually was, beyond what little info that Aspen had given me—which was equivalent to nothing as far as I was concerned for starting any kind of job, even a favor to my sister.
I hopped up from my couch, where I’d been lounging reading a comic book, and got the rest of the stuff I’d need for my meeting later. I shoved it all in my backpack and then grabbed my helmet on the way out of my house.
I was trying to enjoy the last bit of riding time I’d get for a while. Rowan tended to pack up his bike the moment the temp dropped below seventy, but I didn’t mind the cold a little longer. Anything to be able to get on my bike for as long as I could and enjoy the fresh air against my skin—not that it touched much skin between my leather jacket, jeans, boots, and helmet, but still. I loved it.
