Heidi's Guide to Four Letter Words(50)

With each thrust of my hips, rubbing myself against Brent, I hear him let out a low growl in the back of his throat, and it’s like a lit match to dynamite. Brent being the lit match, and the dynamite being my nether regions.

I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on all these years, dating nothing but complete duds. Oh, I’m so glad Brent isn’t a dud! Brent is a dude! A hot, sweet, sexy dude with a growly alpha male lurking underneath all that sweetness.

Brent suddenly unwraps his hand from its hold on the back of my neck to smack his palm against the wall next to my head. His tongue starts plunging into my mouth with the same rhythm as the lower half of his body rubbing against me and…

Ohhh! Ohhh my! O is for orgasm! Sweet Lord almighty, O is for orgasm!

Maybe I should be embarrassed by how quickly the pleasure explodes out of me, but I’m not. No guy has ever successfully done this to me before, no matter how hard they fumbled around or awkwardly jerked against me, and this is years in the making, let me tell you. There is no fumbling and there is no awkwardness. Brent knows exactly what he’s doing right now, and what he’s doing is giving me an orgasm against the wall next to his front door. I’m moaning my pleasure so loudly into his mouth that I should actually be more embarrassed the neighbors might hear.

After a few more minutes of heavy kissing and small, remnant jerks of his hips between my legs, we both start slowing down until I loosen the death grip I have around his shoulders to press my hands to either side of his face. Both of his arms wrap loosely around me, his body now gently holding me in place against the wall instead of thrusting me up and down against it. Brent peppers a few more gentle kisses against my lips before slowly pulling his head back to look down at me, a sudden look of concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“If that’s what you consider hurting, feel free to hurt me any time. Like, in about a half hour, after I recover. And then possibly an hour after that. Also, I’m free every day the rest of the week, including all day Saturday and Sunday.”

Brent chuckles softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off my forehead that came loose from my ponytail, tucking it behind my ear.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything, but what was that for?” I ask softly, my body still vibrating and my skin still tingling.

He shrugs with a smirk. “I guess… Nightmare Bars just really, really excite me.”

“Well, shit! I should have taught you how to make those things on our first date then!” I inform him, cutting off his laughter with a kiss.





Chapter 25





“Well, what do you guys think?”

Brent and I stand next to Jameson and Aubrey, no one saying a word as we stare straight ahead. When Brent expressed interest in wanting to meet my friends, I wasn’t too certain Aubrey and Jameson would be up for it. They’ve pretty much kept a low profile since he’s been in Minnesota, not really going out in public all that much. I figured bringing them to a small restaurant in Waconia would be as low profile as you could get, but he was still stopped and asked for pictures by several people when we were led through the restaurant to our table.

Jameson didn’t seem to mind though, but that’s probably because it’s five-dollar burger night at Hopper’s Bar and Grill, with all-you-can-eat tater tots. That will make anyone not care about pretty much anything.

It could also be because of Trevor, the hulking bodyguard who has stayed glued to their sides since Jameson and Aubrey met us here at the restaurant. He hasn’t said one word to anyone, unless you count a few annoyed grunts as words, and he’s had a permanent scowl on his face all night with his big, beefy arms crossed in front of him.

“I think it’s tastefully inventive with a hint of whimsy, reminiscent of the Madrid-based artist, Irma Gruenholz. Looking at this sculpture is releasing endorphins that make me feel blissful,” Trevor pipes up from behind us in a super deep, monotone voice that makes me jump when I hear it, and it does not sound at all blissful.

All four of us turn around and stare at Trevor with our mouths open.

“What? I like art. I’m gonna go talk to the owner about the fire exits.”

With that, Trevor turns and exits the kitchen, needing to turn sideways to get his giant body to fit through the doorway.

“Seriously, you guys have nothing to say?” I ask after he’s gone, shaking my head at all of them as we turn back around, because they aren’t in awe right now.

Or maybe they are, and that’s why no one is saying anything.

“It’s a giant face. Made out of butter,” Aubrey finally speaks up, cocking her head to the side to study the frozen butter sculpture sitting on a shelf in the walk-in freezer in the kitchen of Hopper’s.

“It’s not just any giant butter face; this is the Princess Kay of the Milky Way sculpture from 1981,” I explain to them. “Donna Manning, the owner of Hopper’s, was crowned Princess Kay at the state fair that year. Every Princess Kay gets her very own ninety-pound, exact replica of her face carved out of butter to do with as she wishes once the fair is over. One princess’s family hosted a pancake breakfast for her entire town and let people scoop her face out for their breakfast. Another princess donated hers to her town’s Corn Festival for their corn on the cob booth. Donna has kept hers in a freezer ever since, and she’ll let anyone who asks come back and see it.”