Her ass gripped tightly in my palm while I helped her move that sweet pussy against my cock.
Her breathy pants of need while I sucked and nibbled on the side of her neck.
How I could feel even through my dress pants that she was hot and wet just for me.
I spit in my hand and shuttled my palm up and down my cock at the speed of light, bucking my hips and coming in my fist so hard I roared Wren’s name, and then I almost passed out in front of the fucking door.
Having a hard-on under a table filled with pumpkin pancakes just seems very sacrilegious to the whole pumpkin spice movement, and now I have all the shame.
“You seriously asked Tess to marry you last night?” Palmer asks, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts about someone’s mother!
“Yep,” Bodhi replies, setting his fork down and pushing his empty plate closer to the edge of the table for the waitress to take.
“What did she say?” I ask, knowing Tess well enough to know she probably punched him when he asked, but I don’t see a black eye or any sign of swelling in his nose.
“She said, ‘No. Fuck off,’” Bodhi replies with a smile, crossing his arms in front of him like it’s no big deal his marriage proposal was turned down, but I just laugh, because that definitely sounds like Tess.
“Okay, then what happened? You seem very relaxed,” Palmer contemplates, turning in the booth to look at Bodhi and study his face.
“I don’t know man. She put her mouth back on my dick, and I went back to watching a Riverdale marathon.” He shrugs. “It was right at the good part where Cheryl watches that video and finds out—”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Palmer complains loudly, covering his ears and shaking his head back and forth. “I’m not to that part yet. Don’t spoil it for me, you asshole!”
My laughter at how ridiculous these two are just continues until I start choking and I have to take a drink of my water the waitress just refilled when she stopped by to clear our plates.
“You seriously asked Tess to marry you while she was giving you a blowjob?” Palmer asks in disgust, dropping his hands from his ears to shake his head at Bodhi. He has every right to be disgusted. Palmer just proposed to Birdie on national television in the most romantic way possible for the whole world to see, and Bodhi couldn’t even turn Riverdale off. It’s just hysterical and so Bodhi.
“It was a very deep experience, and I’m not just talking about in Tess’s throat, ba-dum-tiss.” Bodhi snorts after using his fingers like drumsticks on the table. “Anyway, she said no, but it’s cool. I don’t know if I’d really be good at having a wife anyway. Don’t you have to like, remember where you left them and remember to come back? I still don’t know where I left those rad Oakley sunglasses that shaman in Tibet gave me, but you know, I just found another pair someone left on the beach, so that was totally lit.”
Palmer just continues to shake his head at Bodhi as he turns back in the booth to face me.
“Please take my advice and never, ever take his,” Palmer says, pointing his thumb at Bodhi.
We both watch him using the screen of his phone and a ray of sun coming through the diner window to shine a blinding light in another patron’s eye, giggling the entire time until Palmer reaches over and snatches the phone out of his hand with an annoyed growl.
Right, so Bodhi is probably not the voice of reason. Got it.
Now that the table has been cleared except for our coffee cups that were just refilled and a new plastic cup with chocolate milk has been dropped off for Bodhi, I lean forward and rest my arms on the table, clasping my hands together.
“Okay, then I need advice on Kevin.”
As soon as I say his name, I instantly see a change in their moods and demeanors. Both of their shoulders get tense, their eyes narrow, Bodhi cracks his knuckles, and Palmer growls a little. It raises the hackles on the back of my neck. I’ve never seen either one of these men in anything other than a good mood, even when they’re annoyed. If just the sound of this asshole’s name gets them this worked up, I can only imagine what kind of bullshit he’s done to Wren all these years. She hasn’t elaborated, and I don’t want to push it. Seeing the look on her face during the little bit she did tell me about the guy made me realize I don’t want to put her through that again. I don’t want to make her relive anything that has to do with him again, and I will do everything in my power to make sure she never feels weak.