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I have a fucking nice dick.
It probably doesn’t help that I’m staring all gaga at him like he hung the moon. He can hang my moon anytime.
“New? Wow…” Robert chuckles, and I shrug.
“When you know, you know,” I reply, and Grey huffs out a small laugh next to me.
“Enough of this,” Grey adds and then nods to the door of the coffee shop. “Let’s go in and order.”
I lean into him as we enter, staking my claim silently as we move to the counter where two baristas stand taking orders and making coffees. I glance up at the chalkboards hanging on the wall and ask, “So what should I try,boyfriend?”
I say that word far too loudly, but I want Robert to hear it—to hear that this thing between us is serious, even if it’s only pretend.
Grey curses under his breath, but still glances up at the boards. He runs his free hand over his jaw and I can hear the scratch of his stubble against his palm. I want that stubble to scratch along my thighs as he eats my dick.
“Well, uh, you like chocolate,” he begins, and I feel my heart thunder in my chest. Here he goes. He’s pulling up those little bits of information and using them to make me fall even more in love with him.
“And raspberry. So why not the raspberry white mocha?”
“With whipped cream?” I ask.
His eyes meet mine. “Yeah.”
“Kind of juvenile…all that sugar…” Robert says lowly and I turn to glare at him.
“I’m young and not at risk for diabetes, old man,” I hiss, and Robert narrows his eyes at me. If he keeps this up, his eyes will stick like that. God, I hope they stick.
Grey and I move up to the counter and I order my drink, noting how Robert has moved over to Grey while I do so, talking to him lowly. Honestly, he has no shame. No fucking shame at all.
Reluctantly, I let go of Grey’s hand to grab my credit card, and Robert pulls him away from me, nearly dragging him to the other end of the store. He’s pretending like he’s showing him the mugs lining the shelf, but really all he’s doing is trying to touch his dick.
I know it. The whole world knows it.
Dick touching Robert. He should be put away in jail with his bird. The creep.
God, is this how it’s going to be? Am I going to be competing with this guy the entire time?
Fuck, it’s on. I haven’t waited four years for my chance with Grey, just to roll over and let someone snatch him out from under me.
I frown deeply, trying to strategize, when the barista hands me back my card.
“Good luck,” she says, and I offer her a pained smile.
“Ugh. I need it. You see his shorts, right?” I glance over at Robert and roll my lips between my teeth. “His legs are amazing. Like those thighs. I can’t compete.”
Her eyes rake over me, and she shrugs. “Yeah, they’re hot, but you have nice cheekbones.”
Fuck. That’s not much to work with. Who wants cheekbones when you could have tree-trunk thighs crushing you?
“And he’s relentless,” I say, and the girl bobs her head.
“Better be fierce then,” she says and I nod in agreement. I can be fierce. I’m fucking Tiger King. I mean, sort of. You couldn’t pay me to get in a cage with those big-ass cats. I like my limbs too much.
I stick a few dollar bills into the tip jar and then stride up to Grey, sliding my hands around his waist like I have every right to be there. Because I need to mark my territory. Like a dog.
The touch startles him a little.
Oh god, way to sell it, Grey. We really need to practice more so he can become desensitized to my touch.
