one last kiss to her lips, then backed away from the bed, shifting his pants as he returned to the grill.
When the food was finally prepared, she moaned over every bite. Needless to say, between that and the way she’d teased him from the bed while he was cooking, he’d had an erection for the last hour.
He was on his third Jack and Coke. The more time that passed, the closer he got to having to start his confession. Telling her things he didn’t really want anyone to know. But his brain had just the right amount of buzz going, and his nervousness settled more with every sip.
“Everything was so delicious. Thank you.” She wiped her mouth gently with the white cloth napkin. “Not that I would expect anything less.”
He dropped his gaze to the floor. He loved cooking, loved making people happy with his food, but never knew what to do with the compliments.
This was the perfect opportunity. He had a solid buzz. Solid enough to drown out the persistent don’t do it that pleaded with him from the back of his mind to keep her from knowing exactly why he was the way he was, and give her the opportunity to bolt. Or worse, feel sorry for him.
He needed more time. His heart pounded against his chest, and his arms were actually twitching with nervousness.
She backed her chair away from the table and locked her eyes on his. “I think it’s time for me to thank the chef.”
He gave her a smile. “You just did.”
With a grin, she dropped to her knees and disappeared under the table.
“Um… I thought we could talk.”
But she was intent on doing anything but talking. He heard the sound of his zipper lowering. He felt the warmth and moisture as she tongued him through his boxer briefs.
“Why? You never want to talk,” she mumbled around licks to the tip of his cock, which was now exposed.
“I thought you wanted me to talk more—oh, shit.”
Her mouth engulfed his cock in one long swallow.
Fuck talking.
He groaned and surrendered. One hand found the long strands of her hair and guided her up and down his length.
Her mouth was good at so many things. Busting his balls. Arguing. Whispering words of encouragement she had no idea meant so much to him. But this— sucking his cock—was his favorite of all.
Suddenly, a loud voice burst through the hut. “Hey, Penn!”
Penn’s head hit the table.
“Get out here, you two.” Cole recognized the voice. It was Pete yelling from outside.
Penn laughed. “Sounds like my brother’s already been drinking.” She crawled out from under the table. “Which means… They’ve all been drinking.” She grabbed the champagne from the table and took a swig straight from the bottle. “Better catch up.”
“Hold on.” Cole pushed away from the table and did up his pants.
He opened the door, and when he stepped out, Pete, Christine, Beth, Dave, Ian, and Cathy all stood at the bottom of the steps to the hut.
“How did you find us?” He hadn’t mentioned anything to her family about where they’d be. Not only because he wanted them to be alone, but because he didn’t want to force her to explain their relationship.
Dave smirked. “It’s amazing what information you can get when you drop a fifty into someone’s hand.”
Jason was dead meat.
“What are you guys doing in there?” Cathy looked positively devious.
“We’re…” He had no idea. His mind was completely blank. And thankfully, his cock was completely deflated. The moment he’d heard Pete’s voice he’d gone soft.
“We’re working.” Penn to the rescue. “Cole’s Boys and Girls Club launches just after we get home, so we’re going over some last minute details.”
“In a romantic hut on the water?” Beth didn’t look convinced. She tapped her finger against the crease of her elbow where her arms were crossed over her chest.
“They…don’t have a business center here,” he blurted. He knew that from the first day he’d gotten here when he felt guilty about leaving club business and was shocked to find out this place was just for fun. “The hut was the only space I could get where we could have room to work and not be disturbed.”
He glanced over at Penn, who was still in the doorway, and she gave him the slightest nod in appreciation.
“Why’s your hair messy, Penn?” Dave asked.
Shit.
Luckily, they didn’t have to respond thanks to Cathy’s excited outburst.
“We’re going dancing,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t you guys come?”
“We’re kind of busy.” He jerked a thumb back at