Once we’re alone, I hand Travis his jeans and take the throw pillow away from him. His erection has gone down now, and I can’t help but experience a pang of disappointment at that.

“I messed up, I’m sorry,” I tell him as he finishes getting dressed. “I shouldn’t have gotten carried away down here.”

He smiles shyly, his face still a bit red. It’s not a look I’ve seen on him often. Or ever. “I think it’s safe to say we both got carried away.”

“Um.” I don’t want to push my luck, but I need to know... “To be continued later somewhere more private?”

Reaching for my hand, he tugs me closer and plants a chaste kiss on my lips. “Sounds good.”

I grin. It does, doesn’t it?

Friends with benefits was the best idea.

I’m still grinning even as I make the dreaded trek upstairs to let Elise and Grant know it’s safe for them to come down. It’s not until the four of us are all hovering awkwardly around the kitchen, making beverages and small talk, that I realize the indecent display they walked in on must have sold the fake relationship better than anything else so far.

Truthfully, though, that’s just a bonus.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TRAVIS

People eat too much, I swear. My whole afternoon has been a nonstop parade of burgers and melts and clubs. Endless amounts of coleslaw, potato salad, fries, pickles. There are children starving all over the world, and everybody is just sitting here, stuffing their greedy faces.

As I serve a double bacon cheeseburger with fried onion straws to Sal the mailman, I can feel my own arteries clogging, and I have to stop myself from turning around and dumping the entire plate in the trash.

Okay. I guess you could say I’m in a mood.

A group of new moms was in here earlier with all their strollers and diaper bags and snotty, wiggly babies. That chaotic mess has been hard to recover from.

Probably the only thing that’s prevented me from blowing up on a customer today is the flashes I keep having of last night in Brenden’s room before we went to bed. Of Brenden with his fist wrapped around both of our cocks. Of our lengths gliding together, leaking and slick, until one after the other, we both spilled over his hand and onto our stomachs.

If I picture that scene for too long though, I’ll wind up abandoning the diner and running for my apartment upstairs to take care of myself.