“And she prefers red wine to white wine,” TJ spoke up. “Nice guess, though. What do you want, James?” TJ had a smile on his face, but his voice was slightly gruff.
“I’ll take a whiskey neat,” James replied, a huge smile still on his face. “What is cooking, by the way? It smells amazing in here.”
“I’m making my famous roast chicken with roast potatoes and baked macaroni and cheese with a salad.”
“Oh, my God, that sounds amazing.” James licked his lips. “Marry me.”
“Hahaha,” I laughed and blushed.
“Mila, let’s get the drinks,” TJ said and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the kitchen.
“Okay,” I said, annoyed at his attitude. “What do you want, Brody?”
“I’ll have a whiskey as well.”
“I’ll take a beerski,” Cody said and I saw Sally giving him a quick glance.
“Sounds good,” I said and walked over to the fridge.
“Are you paying attention to the food?” TJ said as I took a beer out.
“Sorry, what?” I looked at him, confused.
“Maybe pay more attention to the food and less time to flirting,” TJ said as he grabbed his decanter of whiskey. “I don’t think any of us want burnt food for dinner.”
“I am paying attention to the food,” I said, annoyed. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m just making sure,” he said as he put two ice cubes in his glass and poured.
“Well, thanks for making sure,” I said and left the kitchen and handed Cody his beer. “Here you go.” I handed it to Cody, but he wasn’t paying attention to me, as he was too busy watching Brody flirting with Sally, who was laughing her head off at something he was saying.
“Here are the whiskeys.” TJ followed me out and handed a glass to James and Brody. They nodded their thanks and both started sipping their drinks.
"So are you guys hungry? I have bread and cheese for an appetizer.” I looked at James and Brody.
"You had me at ‘cheese’," James said and I smiled at him.
"Well you're easy to please, then." I laughed. "And to clarify, it's French bread and brie."
"Even better." He grinned. "Tell me that you have strawberry or raspberry jam as well and I'll be an extremely happy man."
"I think we do." I laughed. "Though I'll have to check."
"I have strawberry jam," TJ said thinly. "Mila just moved in with me, so she doesn't know the complete contents of my fridge yet."
"You guys roommates?" James asked curiously.
"Something like that." I laughed and TJ scowled.
"What do you do, James?" TJ asked him, stepping closer to him. “Dustbin man?” he said under his breath, and I gave him a quick glance.
“Sorry, what?” James asked with a cheery smile.
“What’s your job?” TJ asked again and his eyes looked at me as he spoke.
“Oh, I’m an attorney. Patent litigation.” James grinned. “You’re in business, right? Cody was telling us.”
“Yeah.” TJ nodded and then smiled. “Mila’s in retail therapy.”
“Sorry, what?” James looked at me and half-smiled. “You work in retail?”
“Somewhat,” I said and tried not to glare at TJ. “I work for my family company.”
“She kinda works,” TJ said. “She likes to shop a lot more. So any guy she dates should have a lot of credit cards.”
“TJ.” Sally spoke up for me and glared at him. “Stop being an asshole.”
“I’m just joking,” he said and laughed, though he still looked slightly pissed off.
“I don’t mind spoiling my girlfriends,” James said as he walked closer to me. “In fact, I consider it a pleasure.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled at him, trying to be beguiling, trying to annoy TJ for embarrassing me like that.
“So do I,” Brody said to Sally with a huge grin as he sidled up closer to her. “In fact, I think I plan a pretty good first date as well.”
“Oh yeah?” she said with a grin.
“Yeah.” He stared into her eyes. “I’d like to take you on one sometime.”
“Brody.” Cody slapped his friend around the shoulder. “Sally doesn’t want a player like you,” he said with a smile on his face, but as I stared at my brother’s tense face, I had the feeling that he was very jealous. Hmm, interesting.
“Mila, is the food nearly ready?” TJ asked me, his eyes narrowed. “I think we’re all ready to eat.”
“I’m not hungry for food,” Brody said and licked his lips as he stared at Sally’s legs, and I watched as Cody glared at him.
“Don’t be a pig,” James said and gave me a small smile. “Excuse my friend. He can’t contain himself around a beautiful girl.”
“And you can?” Brody said with a laugh.
“I’m doing so right now, aren’t I?” James answered and then looked at me. “I think I’m being a gentleman—right, Mila?”
“Oh yes, I think—”
“Mila, let’s go and check the food.” TJ grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen. I followed behind him quickly, feeling slightly amused that he was jealous. “Is it ready?” he asked me, glaring at me as we walked into the kitchen.
“Unlikely,” I said as I rolled my eyes at him and opened the oven. “There’s no need to be rude to our guests, TJ.”
“I’m not being rude,” he said as he stood there and poured some more whiskey. “I’m sure they’re hungry, just as I am.”
“Yeah, you weren’t complaining of hunger when you got home.”
“I didn’t want to be rude.” He shrugged.
“TJ.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” He shook his head at me, his eyes looking slightly pissed still.
“Nothing,” I said as I ladled some gravy over the chicken to baste it, before covering it again and pushing it back into the oven. ‘It’s not ready, like I said.”
“Well, just make sure you’re paying attention to the guests as well as the food.”
“Yes, sir, no sir, three bags full, sir.”
“Keep calling me, sir, Mila.” TJ’s eyes sparkled at me.
“And what will happen if I do?” I put my hands on my hips and stared at him. “Huh?”
“You really wanna know?” His lips tilted up to the right.
“Yes, sir,” I said and licked my lips naughtily at him.
“Come with me,” he growled and grabbed my hand.
“Where are we going?” I opened my eyes innocently at him.
“I should take you to the living room, and give everyone a show.” He pulled me towards him and leaned down and kissed me roughly. “But I’m not going to do that.”
“I wouldn’t let you do that.” I kissed him back passionately and bit down on his lower lip.
“You wouldn’t let me, huh?” he said before sucking on my tongue. I reached my hands up and ran my fingers through his hair and pulled on his silky tresses as I pushed my body against his chest and felt his warmness against me.
“Nope,” I whispered against his lips, and he groaned.
“Come,” he said and he pulled me out of the kitchen and down towards the bedroom.
“TJ,” I whispered. “Where are we going?”
“You know where,” he said as he opened the bedroom door and then pushed me inside before closing it.
“TJ, the food might burn, plus we have guests.”
“So?” He grinned at me wickedly. “Who cares about a little burnt food?”
“James might,” I said innocently and his eyes narrowed.
“Mila, Mila, Mila,” he said softly and he pushed me down on the bed. “Legs up.”
“Legs up?” I asked with a curious frown and kept my legs down.
“Legs up.” He nodded and I watched as he unzipped his belt and pulled his hard cock out. It stuck out of his pants proudly and I swallowed hard as I stared at it. Boy, was it beautiful, and I was not a woman who thought penises were particularly attractive.
“Legs up or what?” I giggled, and he growled as he stepped forward and pulled my dress up. I felt his hands sliding up under my dress and he started to pull my panties down. “TJ,” I said throatily. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“We shouldn’t?” he asked with an evil grin and then he leaned down and I felt his tongue in between my legs and all I could do was start moaning as my legs spread to give him easier access. All thoughts of our guests and my dinner left my mind as his tongue licked up and down my wetness.
“Oh, my God,” I cried out as I felt TJ’s tongue entering me slowly and my body trembled as I clutched the bed sheets. “TJ,” I cried out and he looked up at me and grinned.
“Shh, Mila. You don’t want our guests to wonder what’s happening.”
“TJ.” My eyes rolled in my head as I felt his mouth back against my wetness, and this time he was sucking on my throbbing bud. I closed my eyes again to concentrate on the feelings and I felt like my whole body was going to burst. I could feel my orgasm building up and I was just dying for a release. And then TJ stood up straight and just stared at me. “TJ,” I moaned louder, making a face at him. “Please.”