that I find so magnetic? So enticing?
Yeah, she’s beautiful, but I’ve been with lots of hot women before. And sure, while I enjoy her smart mouth keeping me on my toes, I’m typically not attracted to aggressive chicks. I like being in control. Always.
It has to be because I haven’t fucked her yet. The thrill of the unknown . . . I’m sure once I do, this anticipation that’s been building since the first time I met the little firecracker will go away. After this damn breakfast, I’m going to drag her perfect ass back up to my room and take care of business. Do what I should’ve been well enough to do last night. All damn day if I feel like it. Then, everything will be gravy.
The thought of gravy—biscuits and sausage gravy, to be exact—propels me into motion, my stomach reminding me that I barely ate anything yesterday. At six-three and a solid two-fifteen, I’m not a small guy. I can put down some food, and a half an omelet along with a few bites of steak isn’t going to cut it. I need to fuel up so I’ll have the strength and endurance for my planned post-wedding brunch activities. The important ones. The naked ones.
At ten o’clock sharp, I stroll into the private dining room, feeling great, ready to take on the day. And Dakota. The welcome smell of bacon grease fills my lungs, my mouth waters, and my stomach growls in response. Hell, yeah. Food and fucking. I’m a man with a mothafuckin’ plan.
Gunner and Emmy Sue are chatting with Rachel and Nathan, her parents, over by the long table set up for us. Everybody’s sporting a chipper smile, so I can only assume everything went well last night. I know her mom was freaking the fuck out yesterday before the ceremony with the maid-of-honor issue and something to do with the cakes not being delivered on time. I didn’t pay much attention. I was more focused on whining about how bad I felt and how ridiculous I looked in the tux. And torturing Gunner about the ring. What can I say? I’m a selfish bastard.
Approaching them, I squeeze in between the newlyweds, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them both into my chest for a three-way hug. “Morning, lovebirds. How is everyone this morning?” Grinning, I tip my chin at her parents, acknowledging them as well. Gunner grunts and gives me the man-back-pat-hug, Emmy Sue kisses my cheek, and Rachel and Nathan return my nod.
“It appears someone’s feeling better this morning,” her mom fusses. “Glad to have you looking human again.”
“It’s good to feel human again. And wear pants that fit right. I’m starving.” I release the hold on my friends and scan the room.
My aunt and uncle, who I like a slight bit more than I do my own parents, are already sitting down having a cup of coffee. By themselves. Instead of mingling with Emmy Sue’s family or other people who were in the wedding. If my aunt can’t be the center of attention at something, she’d rather sit in the corner and pout. At least she came though. Unlike her sister, my sweet mommy dearest, who obviously was too busy to make her nephew’s wedding in which her only child was the best man in. My poor dad probably doesn’t even know who Gunner is, much less that he got married this weekend.
I shake my head back and forth rapidly, erasing the unpleasant thought like you do with one of those Etch-a-Sketch toys. Today’s gonna be a good day. After I get some bacon and use my sausage on Dakota later. I’m not wasting my time getting pissed off about shit I can’t undo.
Emmy Sue hooks her elbow around mine and tilts her head in the direction of the buffet, distracting my thoughts. “Come on, big guy. Let’s go get you some food.”
Twisting around to look at her, thoughtfulness and empathy shine up at me in her warm brown eyes. She saw me looking at them. She knows exactly what I was thinking about. Only she and Gunner know the truth about my parents. I don’t like to talk about that shit.
“Yeah, good
Yeah, she’s beautiful, but I’ve been with lots of hot women before. And sure, while I enjoy her smart mouth keeping me on my toes, I’m typically not attracted to aggressive chicks. I like being in control. Always.
It has to be because I haven’t fucked her yet. The thrill of the unknown . . . I’m sure once I do, this anticipation that’s been building since the first time I met the little firecracker will go away. After this damn breakfast, I’m going to drag her perfect ass back up to my room and take care of business. Do what I should’ve been well enough to do last night. All damn day if I feel like it. Then, everything will be gravy.
The thought of gravy—biscuits and sausage gravy, to be exact—propels me into motion, my stomach reminding me that I barely ate anything yesterday. At six-three and a solid two-fifteen, I’m not a small guy. I can put down some food, and a half an omelet along with a few bites of steak isn’t going to cut it. I need to fuel up so I’ll have the strength and endurance for my planned post-wedding brunch activities. The important ones. The naked ones.
At ten o’clock sharp, I stroll into the private dining room, feeling great, ready to take on the day. And Dakota. The welcome smell of bacon grease fills my lungs, my mouth waters, and my stomach growls in response. Hell, yeah. Food and fucking. I’m a man with a mothafuckin’ plan.
Gunner and Emmy Sue are chatting with Rachel and Nathan, her parents, over by the long table set up for us. Everybody’s sporting a chipper smile, so I can only assume everything went well last night. I know her mom was freaking the fuck out yesterday before the ceremony with the maid-of-honor issue and something to do with the cakes not being delivered on time. I didn’t pay much attention. I was more focused on whining about how bad I felt and how ridiculous I looked in the tux. And torturing Gunner about the ring. What can I say? I’m a selfish bastard.
Approaching them, I squeeze in between the newlyweds, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them both into my chest for a three-way hug. “Morning, lovebirds. How is everyone this morning?” Grinning, I tip my chin at her parents, acknowledging them as well. Gunner grunts and gives me the man-back-pat-hug, Emmy Sue kisses my cheek, and Rachel and Nathan return my nod.
“It appears someone’s feeling better this morning,” her mom fusses. “Glad to have you looking human again.”
“It’s good to feel human again. And wear pants that fit right. I’m starving.” I release the hold on my friends and scan the room.
My aunt and uncle, who I like a slight bit more than I do my own parents, are already sitting down having a cup of coffee. By themselves. Instead of mingling with Emmy Sue’s family or other people who were in the wedding. If my aunt can’t be the center of attention at something, she’d rather sit in the corner and pout. At least she came though. Unlike her sister, my sweet mommy dearest, who obviously was too busy to make her nephew’s wedding in which her only child was the best man in. My poor dad probably doesn’t even know who Gunner is, much less that he got married this weekend.
I shake my head back and forth rapidly, erasing the unpleasant thought like you do with one of those Etch-a-Sketch toys. Today’s gonna be a good day. After I get some bacon and use my sausage on Dakota later. I’m not wasting my time getting pissed off about shit I can’t undo.
Emmy Sue hooks her elbow around mine and tilts her head in the direction of the buffet, distracting my thoughts. “Come on, big guy. Let’s go get you some food.”
Twisting around to look at her, thoughtfulness and empathy shine up at me in her warm brown eyes. She saw me looking at them. She knows exactly what I was thinking about. Only she and Gunner know the truth about my parents. I don’t like to talk about that shit.
“Yeah, good
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