His thighs tensed, and his grip on my hair tightened.
“I’m going to come.” He yanked himself free, and ribbons of hot cum sprayed over my chest and dripped off my nipples as guttural sounds spilled from his mouth.
I flicked my tongue around his flared head to taste him one more time.
He blew out a long, shuddering breath and watched as I licked him clean. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Willow shoved up the serving window and grinned when she saw me. “Bonus points for being on time.”
“It’s hard to be late when I slept in my boss’s bed.”
I wasn’t a morning person, but when Willow had rolled out of bed to go to her kitchen, I forced myself to shower and meet her before she opened up for the day. After all, almost two weeks ago, I’d gotten my kiss and much, much more, so it was only fair I kept my end of the deal.
“If you have some games to play in the office, go right ahead,” she said, her tone teasing. “That’s how you usually spend your day, right?”
“Nah. I’d rather spend the day slinging coffee and throwing muffins onto paper plates. How hard could it be?”
“A lot harder than sitting in front of a TV screaming at pixelated football players, or zombies, or whatever it is you play.”
“They’re knight fighting zombies, and I don’t yell.”
Ever since that day at my beach house, we’d spent every night we could together. I hadn’t told my brothers we were a couple. They would have had a field day busting my chops over her finally saying yes.
I’d told my mom I had lied to her when I said I’d met someone. If I hadn’t, she would have found a way to insert herself into my life. Then she would have Willow and me married off by the end of the month.
“Come in the back—”
“That’s what she said.”
Willow rolled her eyes and groaned. “Enough with the dad jokes. Come into the back of the truck, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Every surface in her truck gleamed like a polished diamond. “Is there a speck of dust anywhere?”
“Remember what I said when you visited my kitchen? There’s a place for everything and everything in its place. I don’t do clutter or disarray.” She handed me a black apron, and I put it on. “Have you ever used an espresso machine before?”
The stainless-steel machine looked like something from Star Trek. “I’ve programmed billion-dollar games, I got this.”
Her raised eyebrow showed she wasn’t convinced. “How about you stick with taking orders and pouring regular coffee. I’ll take care of everything else, and Jenny will help when she comes in.”
The morning passed in a blur, and I’d only fucked up a few times. At lunchtime, Noah strolled over. Coincidently, at the same time as his latest hire, Aubrey. We all suspected they were screwing one another senseless. Everyone in the office noticed their lovesick gazes when they thought no one else was watching.
“Is this your new career,” Noah asked. “You conquered the gaming and media world, and now you want to conquer the coffee world? Will Snack Attack trucks start popping up everywhere?”
“What do you want, jackass?”
He leaned an elbow on top of the serving shelf. “Is Willow going to the ball with you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, she is.”
“How did you get her to say yes? Drug her?”
I nodded towards Aubrey, who stood a few steps behind Noah, pretending to scroll through her phone. “I’m sure mom would love to hear about your work friend. Maybe I’ll call her now.”
“I wish you’d never been born,” my brother shot back.
“At least I was wanted. You were a drunken mistake.” When we were pissed at each other, we acted like we were still in elementary school, and fake insults flew between us. I poured him a cup of black coffee and passed it his way. “You stay out of my business, and I’ll stay out of yours.”
He accepted the coffee with a smile. “You keep your mouth shut about Aubrey, and I’ll keep my mouth shut about Willow.”
“Deal. Now, what can I get your girlfriend?”
As the day passed, I watched Willow work, and I could see why Snack Attack was a success. She was warm and genuine with all of her customers, and she remembered everyone’s order and name. If someone new came to the truck, she would follow their lead. If they were chatty, she would chat back. If they didn’t want to chat, she would fill their order in silence then thank them for their business.
“You’ve a good memory,” I told her at the end of the day. “How can you remember a shot of this, a shot of that, never mind the obnoxious orders? Who in their right mind orders a large, iced, sugar-free, vanilla latte, no foam, half coconut milk, half soy heated to 120 degrees? That sounds like a bathroom disaster.”