when he wasn’t looking, I would pour chocolate chips into the batter. I felt so sneaky like I was getting away with something. It wasn’t until I was a little older that it occurred to me that the chocolate chips always happened to be sitting out on the counter, and he always just happened to turn his back at the last minute to give me the perfect opportunity to dump some in.” I smile at the memory.
“I don’t think I have any chocolate chips.” Ranger's shoulders slump.
I press a kiss to his cheek and hand him the drink I poured for him. “That’s okay. Maybe next time.” I don’t want to assume that breakfast with him will be a regular occurrence, but I don’t want him to feel bummed about not having chocolate chips either.
“Yeah, next time.” Once he’s finished cooking the food, we carry our plates to the table and sit down.
“So, um, do you want to talk about your nightmare?” I take a bite of my eggs and glance over at Benny lying on the floor next to Ranger’s chair to avoid staring at Ranger and making him feel pressured or uncomfortable.
“Not really.” He sounds tired all over again.
“That’s fine,” I assure him. “What should we talk about? I hate to say it, but I’m a bit rusty with breakfast conversation if you know what I mean.”
He chuckles. “Yeah.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes. The food is good. I’m not sure what Ranger has done with the eggs, but they’re not bland and rubbery like most scrambled eggs are.
“So…I was thinking,” he says as our plates are near empty. “Can I give you a blow job?”
You really should warn a guy before asking a question like that. I’m right in the middle of a sip of my mimosa when the question catches me off guard. I snort and sputter, the orange juice burning my nose as it spews out.
“Can we finish breakfast first?” I ask, grabbing a napkin and wiping my nose and mouth.
“Of course.” He chews the last bite of his pancake. “That was too blunt, right? I texted my friend for advice, and he wasn’t too specific. Although he did mention I should ask while we’re kissing.”
“That would’ve made it less surprising. But I can’t say it’s usually unwelcome to be offered a blow job, so that helped your case.”
Ranger quirks his lips in a crooked smile. “Thank fuck for that.”
I look down at my plate, suddenly not all that interested in finishing my food. “Well, I’m full.”
He chuckles. “Good. Me too.”
He takes both our plates and puts them in the sink while I stand up and hover uncertainly next to the table. “Bedroom?” I suggest, and he nods.
Luckily, as soon as the bedroom door shuts behind us, Ranger grabs me by the front of my shirt and drags me in for a kiss. His mouth against mine breaks up some of the awkward, anticipatory tension between us. A heated smolder starts deep in my belly and spreads through my body as he walks me backward toward the bed until my legs bump into it.
The hard steel of his erection nudges me as his tongue brushes against mine. His body feels more solid now than it did a couple of weeks ago. I slip my hands under his shirt, sliding them up until I find his nipple stud with my fingers. I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, then pluck his other nipple gently in the same way. His groan vibrates against my tongue, and he thrusts his hips against mine.
He runs his hands down and fumbles with unbuttoning my jeans. When the button pops free, he reaches into my briefs, palming my achingly hard cock. I nip at his lips, moaning as he wraps his fingers around me and strokes me slowly.
“I’m dying to taste you,” he murmurs against my lips, and I gasp, nodding and bumping our noses together.
“Much better delivery,” I praise with a smile against his mouth.
Hooking his fingers in the waist of my pants and underwear, Ranger shoves them down, letting them pool around my ankles, and then pushes me down onto the bed. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and try to pull him along with me, but he breaks the kiss and drops to his knees.
Ranger looks so determined, kneeling between my legs, studying my cock like it’s a test he needs to pass. I run my fingers through his hair gently,