Page 19 of My Never
“No, I don’t. I’m telling you anyway.”
I look over at him, unsure of what I’m feeling. Neither of us wants to acknowledge that something is shifting between us.
“There you guys are!” Sydney waves from the bakery’s entrance, snapping us out of whatever was just passing between us. Mark clears his throat and grimaces before he follows me into the bakery.
“Hi! Go on back to that corner booth, and I’ll be right out with your chosen samples! Colin coming?” Whitney greets usand sends us to get ready to stuff our faces with too many sweet confections.
Colin enters the door at that moment, leaving us no reason to answer, and Whitney waves happily in acknowledgement. I look up at the ceiling trying to place the song on Whitney’s Spotify list as I settle into the booth after Sydney. I realize it’s Finneas’sNew Girl.It’s on my list too, but the irony of it playing right now has me squirming with tension in my seat. I hear Mark humming along with “I wanna scratch your surface,” and I look up at him.
“What? It’s catchy. I listen to more than the radio, too, you know?”
“Just surprising.”
Allie X’sDevil I Knowcomes on after that, and I’m convinced Whitney knows all my secrets. She saves me from my inner thoughts when she brings out plates of her traditional white, decadent chocolate, and unique carrot cake for us to taste. Every single one is delicious, but that carrot with the cream cheese frosting is enough to bring me to my knees. It’s perfection.
When I open my eyes mid-chew, I see blazing hazel eyes watching as I swallow, darting between my lips and throat. It makes me feel…exposed. I take a sip of my water and eye Sydney and Colin… who are so caught up in each other, they don’t notice his heated gaze on mine.
“So, I can’t choose. Which is your favorite, Ava?” Sydney’s voice breaks through my trance, and I jump a little in my seat.
“We both like the carrot,” Mark answers for us, winking before looking over at Sydney. She smiles and agrees.
“Babe, what do you think of doing a flavor for our topper, but utilizing all three flavors and doing a cupcake cake so everyone can have some of each if they like?”
Sydney blinks at him a few times, mulling that over before beaming.
“That is a fantastic flipping idea. I’ll talk to Whitney about it.”
“I totally love that idea too,” I agree with them.
“Me three,” Mark echoes, but he’s busy eyeing my lips. What the hell is going on with him? Why this right here, right now, in front of our friends? I’m just glad they’re too busy picking out important details with Whitney.
“Hey, Ava, did you pick up the pink shirts for tomorrow night?”
“Huh?” I ask, pulled from my thoughts. “Oh, yeah, I sure did. I’ll drop them off this evening.”
“I even found a cute shade of hot pink lipstick for all of us to wear too! It’s gonna be so much fun! Mark, you’ll get your wish and get to wear pink for the night.”
“Sweet, but wait, did you say hot pink lipstick?” A wicked gleam flitters across Mark’s eyes, and Colin groans to himself. Mark flashes him what I call a shark smile. You know? The one that screams, ‘I’m going in for the kill’? Yeah, that one.
“Yes, what about the lipstick?” Sydney asks, oblivious because she’s still semi-focused on cake. Colin starts shaking his head ‘no’ as if it’s a life or death kind of answer.
“Ask Colin what he thinks later when you’re trying it on.”
Colin sinks back into the leather of the booth and looks up at the ceiling. Mark chuckles. I’m not sure if I want to know. Sydney looks equally perplexed.
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Mark
Watching the blush rush across Ava’s cheeks every time we lock eyes has me looking at her more and more as we sit there trying an assortment of cake flavors. She takes a bite of the carrot cake, her red lips closing provocatively around her fork, eyes widening in surprise before fluttering closed. She slightly tips her head back, savoring the taste in pure bliss, and my dick jerks to attention in my pants. Now that? That was entertaining to watch, andfuck,I want to see it again.
Sydney asks which cake is Ava’s favorite, and before I can stop myself, I answer that we both like the carrot. Ava’s eyes are focused on mine; I know she can feel the heat tangling between us. Thankfully, Sydney and Colin seem to be oblivious. We all discuss the idea of a cupcake cake, which really is a genius idea. I can’t wait to watch her eyes roll back in bliss every time she takes a bite of a carrot cupcake smothered in cream cheese frosting.
When Sydney brings up pink shirts and lipstick for tomorrow night, the mental image of Ava on her knees before me with hot pink lips wrapped around my cock puts my erection in painful territory. I’m pretty much cursing my celibate streak. I just haven’t had an urge to actually bed anyone lately. There’s a strong suspicion the cause of that streak is sitting directly across from me. I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I will be rubbing one out to those mental images of her tonight. She’s cropped in on my fantasies a few times over the past few weeks, but tonight, I’m actually choosing her as my muse.
I mean, look at those sexy-as-sin red lips. When she parts them on a little inhale, my dick twitches. When she wraps them around a straw, my dick twitches. When she looks up at me with those chocolate brown eyes, all big and wide and so freaking needy looking, my dick weeps for her.
I clear my throat, trying to get a grip on things below the table.
