Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,50

grateful.

So why am I so disappointed?

He grips both sides of my jeans, dragging them back up my legs while I raise my hips. “These look sexy as hell on you, but they’re my mortal enemy right now.”

I giggle, pulling up my zipper. “Cockblocked by skinny jeans. I bet that’s a first.”

He sighs, cupping his hand over his fly. “I’m hoping it’s also a last.” Climbing to his feet, he helps me to mine. “How about we go grab some dinner?” he asks. I wish his question was more along the lines of how about we finish what we started?

Pulling down the bottom of my shirt, I run a hand over my hair, smoothing out the strands. Hopefully, I don’t look as disheveled as I feel. “Sounds good to me.”

But not nearly as good as another orgasm would.

Knowing what to expect made the second ride on his bike more relaxed for me. We traveled on a slew of winding back roads I’m not familiar with to reach this hot dog and shake shack. And when I say shack, I mean it literally.

Constructed of worn barn wood, it looks like it could blow over with a single powerful gust of wind. The faded sign may say it was established fifty seven years ago, but I’m not sure how it’s still standing after so long.

Adam hangs his small helmet on one of the handlebars, and I place mine on the motorcycle seat. He rakes a hand through his hair, and I shake my head, tossing my hair back from my face.

“Have you ever been here before?” he asks.

“No. I’ve never heard of it, but it looks... interesting.” I smile.

“I hope you like hot dogs and fries.”

“I love them.”

“Good. Your taste buds are about to be blown away.”

“That good, huh?”

His head tics up and down slowly. “I’m talking life-changing, maybe even a spiritual experience. You’ll never be the same.”

The orgasm he gave me earlier was as close to a spiritual experience as I’ve ever had. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Should I be doing something to prepare myself?” I joke.

He takes my hand, his green orbs sparkling mischievously. “Just hang on to me and enjoy the ride.” Of course my brain calls up a vision of us naked with me riding him, just like he planned. And the smug twist to his lips lets me know that he’s completely aware of what I’m thinking.

“Do you come here often?” I question once we’re in line.

“Not as much as I’d like. They’re only open from Memorial Day until the end of September. Do you know what you want?”

“I think so. I reserve the right to change my mind until the last minute, so you should order first.”

“I remember. Is this going to be like when we went to The Gym in New Hampshire? I can order a few things if you want. I don’t mind eating a lot.”

“That’s not necessary, but it’s nice of you to offer.”

“Are you indecisive with all choices, or only when it comes to food?” he inquires.

“It’s just part of who I am. I tend to weigh out my decisions, and once I commit to a choice, I rarely have regrets about it.”

“So you’re never a hasty decision-maker?” he asks.

“Never say never. But for the most part, I like to take my time and weigh out my options. Especially, when it’s a business decision.” I nudge his arm. “What about you? I won’t be the only one sharing secrets.”

“If we’re sharing secrets, tell me something no one else knows,” he replies.

“You haven’t answered my original question yet. You’re not getting more info out of me unless you do.”

“You’re tough.” He grins, and I’m almost positive it’s to distract me so he won’t have to reveal anything.

I wag my finger back and forth between us. “Oh no you don’t. Get talking.”

“For the most part, I take my time making decisions. Our contracting business is too important to half ass anything.”

“What about women?”

“What about them?”

“You have no problem making spur of the moment decisions when it comes to who you’re going home with.”

“That’s because those decisions aren’t long-term ones.”

“Potentially, they could be.”

“I’m not planning a future with any of the women I’ve slept with in the past.”

“What if they get pregnant?”

“Well, shit. You sound like Rex.”

“He’s a smart guy.”

“I always practice safe sex.”

I shrug. “Condoms break.”

“I feel like I’m in health class in middle school.”

“I’m merely pointing out facts.”

“There haven’t been as many women as you probably think.”

I snort and then