Rolling her eyes, Brittan pops a piece of kiwi in her mouth and eyes me as she chews it and begins making her plate. “I better fuel up then because no matter what you have planned, I’m picturing the day ending with me naked and exhausted.”
Now it’s my turn to shudder.
Damn this woman can make me practically fall to my knees and beg her to let me fuck her with just the slightest glance.
Piling waffles, eggs and bacon onto my plate, I grab my coffee and I make my way over to the island surrounded with bar stools and sit down beside Brittan. She’s already busy smothering her waffles with syrup. She has a mountain of fruit and yogurt stacked on top of them, but she’s defeating the purpose of making her breakfast healthy by adding the entire fricking bottle of syrup onto her plate.
“You’re right.” I admit as I shove a piece of bacon into my mouth, and wash it down with a sip of coffee.
Brittan raises an eyebrow at me as she watches me intently, waiting for me to continue.
“I’m a Rock Star, baby. So of course I plan on ending the night buried inside that delicious pussy of yours.”
Eyeing me suspiciously, Brittan takes a sip of her orange juice and then slowly slides her tongue across her lips. I can’t take it, leaning in I cup the back of her head and press a kiss to her lips. Slowly mimicking her, I slide my tongue across her lips, licking the citrusy juice from them.
“Mmm, now that’s how to start the morning off right.” I tease as I press another quick kiss to her lips.
Brittan lets out the cutest laugh as she bites into a strawberry. I practically cum in my pants as I watch those lips wrap around the fruit.
How the fuck does she make eating breakfast so damn arousing?
“Now, seriously…are you going to tell me what you have planned for us today?” Brittan asks snapping her fingers in front of my face, breaking me out of my daze. My mind froze the moment I envisioned those lips wrapped around my cock.
“Nope.” Is all I say as I quickly get to work finishing my breakfast, trying to refrain from fucking her right here on the kitchen counter.
Brittan
As soon as we finished breakfast Jordon sent me upstairs. The only hint I had for today’s plans were to put on hiking clothes. So now here I sit in the passenger seat of my Challenger, wearing yoga capris, racer back tank, and my favorite sneakers.
I’ve asked multiple times where we’re going, but he refuses to tell me. To top it off, he’s making me cover my eyes. I already know we’re going hiking; he made that clear when he had me get dressed. You would think where wouldn’t be a big secret, but whatever.
Most guys would take you out to some fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day. Not to a mountain for a hike. The only reason I can figure he is doing this is because of Roxie. She must have told him how much I love going for long runs through the various trails here in Malibu. Running was one of the things I did every day, while in rehab, that helped me clear my head.
Today is definitely a good day for a run because I’ve been struggling to keep it together. Having Jordon here with me this morning was surprisingly helpful. He helped keep me distracted from my thoughts. Normally on Valentine’s Day, I’d stay cooped up in my house all day remembering all the things Cane and I did each year.
This morning I woke up in a panic because I was dreaming about Cane again. The dream was so vivid. I woke up in a confused state thinking it was real. It was as if he was really standing there with me. As I began to wake from the fogginess, I realized I was in my bed in Malibu and not back at my old condo with Cane.
I was on the verge of a breakdown when I remembered what today is. I then rolled over to find Jordon sleeping peacefully beside me in my bed. The warm morning breeze was blowing through the windows, and the sun cast a ray of light that shined across my bed stopping on Jordon’s face.
I laid there for a few moments gently sliding my fingers through his hair, just enough to soothe myself and not wake him up.
At that moment, I told myself I would not allow myself to wallow in self-pity today. I’m going to celebrate life and enjoy today with Jordon. I can look back on memories of Cane and be happy, instead of letting them paralyze me.
Cane told me to follow my dreams, to be happy, and that’s what I’m going to try and do.
I’m lucky to be doing just that. So many people wish to be a star, and here I am, the lead singer in a number one alternative rock group. I’ve had a lot of struggles but after it was all said and done I still had my career.
I am so appreciative to the guys for taking a chance on me and for Cane, who even in death was by my side supporting my dreams. Without the money he left me, I would probably be teaching music in a high school somewhere instead of traveling around the world.