What Friends Are For(14)

“Yeah.” She smiled, lifting up to kiss him. It was slow and sweet and made her heart stutter more than all the passion they’d shared the night before. “I’m starving.”

“I made food.” He smiled, pointing to the table.

He held her chair out while she sat and then went around and took the seat across from her. He always did that. Waited for her to sit before he did. Stood when she stood. Held doors open for her. Always walked on the street side of her, keeping himself between her and the road. He was a gentleman.

“You work today?” he asked while they filled their plates.

She shook her head, her mouth already filled with the first bite of syrupy toast. He made the best.

“Feel like spending the day with me?” he asked.

“Sure,” she answered between bites. She was almost finished and he had yet to take a bite. “What did you have in mind?”

“A motorcycle ride,” he said. “No particular destination. Just a ride. Maybe dinner later.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, forking another piece onto her plate and grabbing another slice of bacon. “If you plan on eating more than what’s already on your plate, you’d better get started. I won’t be nice and save you any. It’s too damn good.”

He laughed and dug in.

“I need to go by my house,” she said. “Change clothes.”

He nodded.

“Maybe pack a bag for tonight?” she asked. Did he want her to stay another night with him?

“I’d like that.” He smiled.

“Okay.” She grinned. “I’ll head over to my apartment after breakfast then. Change clothes and throw some stuff in a bag.”

“You want to drive back over here or me to pick you up?” he asked.

“I’ll head back here,” she decided. “That way I have my car in case I need it for something.”

“Sounds good,” he said and reached out to take her hand in his. “I’m glad you didn’t listen to me last night.”

“Which time?”

“When I told you to just leave. I’m glad you stayed.”

“Me too.”

* * * * *

Jacey had her clothes from the night before in a bag she’d grabbed from Jonas. She dumped them in her overflowing laundry basket and thought with disgust that she really needed to do laundry. Or go shopping. She opened drawers, tossing stuff aside as she found the bras and panties she wanted to wear and packed them. She tossed shorts and jeans in along with a few different shirts she liked.

She opened her lingerie drawer and dug through it. She didn’t want to wear anything she’d ever worn for another guy. It had to be something new, something she’d never worn, and she found it on the very bottom. A sexy red-and-black set that she’d bought on a whim but never worn. It was tossed in the bag. Once she got back to the car, she’d be sure to throw in her new toy as well. She’d told him she’d picked something up but not what. With his fascination over her ass, she had little doubt that he’d enjoy trying out the anal beads she’d grabbed last night. She would definitely enjoy trying them with him. The thought of having them stuffed in her ass while he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy had her squeezing her thighs together. Oh yeah, those were definitely getting broken in soon.

A quick stop in the bathroom for toiletries and she was grabbing another bag. Blow-dryer was a must, plus all the other mish-mash of stuff she used on a daily basis. She looked at the two bags and laughed. All this for a night. Then really laughed as she took in the state of her bedroom. Clothes thrown everywhere. Shoes all over. Drawers half open with their contents spilling out.

Maybe she should let Jonas see her bedroom. He might change his mind about her staying with him then. Her heart did the stutter thing again and she reached up to rub her chest. She glanced at his boxers and T-shirt on her bed. She should pack them and take them back to him. But she wouldn’t. That way, just in case she said or did something stupid to chase him away, she’d have them here.

She took a deep breath and headed out of her bedroom. She stopped to check her answering machine, hitting play while she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Jacey, oh my god, you’re not going to believe it.” Dee’s voice bubbled out of the machine. “I don’t believe it myself. I wished. I hoped. But I’d accepted that it might never happen.” A giggle and a squeal. “But it did. Last night. After we…well, after.” In typical Dee fashion she was taking forever to get to the point. “Oh, Jacey.” She could her the sniffle of tears in Dee’s voice now. “Jack said he loves me. He loves me. He really loves me.” Definitely tears there and Jacey had to wipe them off her cheeks while she listened. “I’m so happy. I didn’t think I could get any happier but I was wrong. I thought I didn’t need to hear the words. But I did. I love him, Jacey. I love him so much. I’m always telling him. But this time, this time he said them back to me.” A long sigh. “They mean everything. I’m going to call Mischa. Talk to you later.”