Bullet In A Bonfire

4

Brantley:

What the actual fuck? I thought to myself. I was harder than I've ever been. Baby was pinned underneath me, wriggling around and bucking up against me. When our hips made contact, she whimpered and her cheeks went red. We both froze. "Yeah.. So uhh.." I mumbled awkwardly. "Right.. I'll just.. Umm.." Taryn stammered, looking anywhere but at me. "I'll go start breakfast." I rumbled and hopped out of bed quickly after a kiss to her forehead. Baby scrambled up and fidgeted. "I'll just uhh.. Hop in the shower real quick." She said and scampered into her bathroom. Once the door closed, I let out a breath. This is new. I mean sure, I've noticed how gorgeous she is, she's smokin. With more curves than my '68, and a smile that didn't quit. But Taryn is my little buddy. My Bonnie. My ride or die. She's my best friend, and up until now I've never allowed myself to look at her that way. People always assumed we were a couple, but we'd never crossed that line. Sure, we were touchy feely, and thick as thieves. But we were just friends. Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Lord knows it has. I headed downstairs and started breakfast, coffee included. When Taryn walked in, I was leaning against the counter sipping my coffee. She walked up and grabbed the mug from my hand, taking a big swig. She sat at the table quietly, trying her damnedest to not stare at me. Her eyes kept drifting to me though, more specifically, about 8 inches south of my belly button. "So we're gonna pretend that didn't just happen right?" She finally asked. I snorted and fixed me another cup of coffee. "That was definitely new. But if you don't stop staring at my cock, I'm not sharing the bacon with you." I chuckled. Her cheeks went red. "I was NOT staring at your.. Your... Hell. I might have been staring a little." She cracked up and shrugged. I shook my head and dished up our food, fixing one huge plate versus two. "Come on Baby, let's catch the news." I told Taryn, and nodded towards the living room. She drained the rest of her coffee, and grabbed my fresh cup before following me. I sat in the recliner and clicked the tv on, then waited as Taryn made herself comfortable in my lap. We shared a big plate of breakfast and finished off our coffee, most of the awkwardness of earlier gone. Though I was acutely aware of each time she moved. Each shift of her body. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Fuck.