Innuendos (It Had 2 B U Book 1)

by V. Kelly

  If you know what I mean?

  Chapter Four

  Max

  As promised, I gave Maggie the night of her life. Every inch of that woman’s body was worshipped: from her love handles, to her muffin top. I kissed them all, and she enjoyed every single second of it. There’s something about Maggie I really like. For some reason, I didn’t kick her ass out the minute we were done tearing up my sheets. She even slept over—something that never happens. I don’t do overnights because of Breezy. The last thing I want is for her to have one of those awkward meetings the next morning when a girl stays over. Breezy’s gotten pretty good at hiding in her room when I do have guests over, but lately, I only have people over when she has date nights.

  Trying not to disturb Maggie, I carefully slide out of bed. She’s snoring next to me. Thankfully, she didn’t try to spoon me last night. She kept her distance and followed all of my rules. I made sure she was quite clear of them before we fell asleep. No spooning of any kind, no cuddling or touching of my feet, and my biggest rule of all was that this is a one-time thing. No do overs, no call backs, and definitely no relationship of any kind will come from her staying over.

  I didn’t hear Breezy come home last night. I think that’s part of the reason I let Maggie stay over. Breezy’s overnights are few and far between, but I notice with this Travis guy, they have been getting more frequent.

  I make my way to the kitchen to start my morning ritual. First, I make a pot of coffee; then I get straight to work making breakfast. It’s almost nine, so hopefully Breezy will be coming through that door any minute to eat with me. I fry up some turkey sausage and bacon. Next, I pull out the egg whites from the fridge to make a couple of omelets: spinach and avocado for her, and a chorizo type one for me. I’m not sure what Maggie wants, so I decide to wait for her to wake up before making her one. I hope Breezy gets here soon.

  As if on cue, the front door opens and Breezy lazily strolls through with flushed cheeks and her dress slightly askew. Her hair is a disaster; my heart sinks when I realize it’s a fresh I-just-got-fucked type of hair style.

  “Walking with shame this morning, Beautiful?” I ask, pushing the omelet and a cup of coffee towards her. She sits down and begins eating immediately.

  “Not in the least. I’m walking with complete sexual gratification, thank you very much.” She looks into her coffee cup and grins evilly. “Looks like you forgot to give me your cream. You know I like my coffee even better when it is mixed with your special cream, Max.”

  I chuckle. She’s referring to the special Baileys Irish Creamer I use in my coffee. I sometimes put it in her coffee, too. This morning I forgot. “Is that so? If you are craving my special cream, Breezy, all you have to do is ask for it,” I wink.

  “Please, Max. Will you give me your cream?” Fuck, just the way she’s saying it has me hard. It’s seductive and sexy, and all she’s talking about is stupid coffee creamer. I walk over to the fridge, pull out the creamer, and poor a little into her coffee cup.

  “Give me more, Max. I need more—cream my coffee.”

  Her smile widens. I bite my lip just to make sure I don’t say anything that’s going to get me into trouble. When her hand comes over the table and covers mine, I end up spilling some of the creamer all over her fingers.

  “Oops, looks like you missed. You need to work on your aim.” She brings her fingers up to her mouth and sucks off the creamer.

  Oh god, she would have to do that.

  I angle myself behind the kitchen island and start talking down the raging boner she just gave me. She’s killing me here.

  “You’re gonna have to stop licking those fingers, Breezy; otherwise you’re going to get shot with my good creamer.” She knows exactly what I’m referring to but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she giggles and goes back to eating her omelet. We sit there in silence for a while. The whole time I watch her eat. Every single bite going into her mouth, I’m jealous of. Just once I want to feel what it’s like to feel her lips wrapped around me.

  There’s something different about her. She’s glowing. She’s got this dreamy look in her eyes. As she devours my omelet, I catch her staring off into space.

  “You look lost in thought.”

  “Sorry, it was just a great night last night. Thanks for the omelet. I probably shouldn’t be eating it. I think Travis has something planned for when I get back.”

  “Get back?”

  “Yeah, I came home to get a change of clothes and raid your condom stash.”

  My stomach turns. This must be getting serious. Breezy has never spent a whole weekend with another guy before. I watch as she lazily eats her way through her omelet, grinning like crazy after each bite. Something is definitely going on with my best friend. I’ve never seen her like this before.

  “What’s up? You look overly happy.”

  “I am happy. Travis is everything I’ve been looking for in a man. He’s knows exactly what to do to pleasure me. God his tongue . . .”

  “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t give you details of my sexual exploits. How about you do the same for me?” Suddenly, eating doesn’t sound very appealing. I push the plate away from me. Breezy’s never discussed her sex life with me before. That’s what I prefer. I’m getting jealous even thinking about his mouth being on her body. It should be my tongue pleasing her, not his.

  The door to my room opens, and Maggie sleepily emerges, wearing one of my big t-shirts. She blinks at me and Breezy then looks at her feet, a little ashamed.

  “You have a girlfriend?” She asks in surprise.

  “Nope, I’m just his roommate,” Breezy shoots me a smile and raises an eyebrow.

  She’s not the only one that can have sleepovers.

  “Maggie, this is my roommate, Breeanne. I call her Breezy. She just got back from a hot date with Numbers Man.”

  “Travis,” Breezy corrects me.

  “That’s right, Travis.” His name is like acid on my tongue. I immediately feel like scraping it off with a fire poker.

  Breezy finishes her food, rinses off her plate in the sink and walks straight into my room emerging a few seconds later with a handful of condoms.

  Holy crap! How much sex does she plan on having this weekend?

  “Are you participating in a sex marathon today or making balloon animals for a children’s birthday party?” I ask, completely mortified.

  “Use your imagination,” she grins.

  I don’t want to use my imagination. Using it will only make me think of her in compromising positions with someone who is not me.

  It’s obvious this girl has no idea how much torture she’s putting me through. I watch her helplessly as she disappears back into her room. Maggie looks nervous. I suddenly realize I’m not being the best host, so I turn to her and charm her with a smile.

  “I make a mean omelet. What would you like?”

  “Can you make a cheese, spinach, and olive one?” she asks with more confidence.

  “Sure can, have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”

  “No thanks. I don’t touch the stuff.” She’s quiet for a few seconds as she looks around the house. Finally, she speaks. “So your roommate is really pretty.”

  “She is. She’s probably one of the most beautiful women I know,” I reply nonchalantly.

  “You guys aren’t together?”

  I mix up her omelet, making sure the perfect ratio of cheese, spinach and olives are inside before frying them up. As a personal trainer, I make it my job to make healthy but delicious breakfasts for Breezy and me. Besides our occasional movie pig out, this house is usually filled with healthy food alternatives.

  “Nope. Just friends.”

  Breezy walks out of her bedroom and enters the bathroom. My eyes trail after her until the door closes, and I go back to making the omelet.

  “Does she know that you’re in love with her?” Maggie asks.

  “What?” I drop the spatula. I pick it back up and try to keep my composure.r />
  “Does she know that you’re in love with her? She’s been here for twenty minutes, and your eyes haven’t left her once. I’m curious if she knows how you feel?”

  “What, are you a mind reader?”

  “No, actually, I work as a school counselor. While in school I really honed my skills on reading people and their body language. The way you stare at her is quite endearing actually. You’re absolutely smitten with her.”

  “She’s my best friend. Of course I love her,” I reply casually, despite the fact my heart is racing, and I’m sweating like a pig.

  “Of course,” she laughs. “I was curious, that’s all.”

  I finish up her omelet and lean against the counter. Breezy emerges from the shower just wearing a robe. Immediately my dick is hard. When she disappears back into her room, I adjust myself.

  Maggie catches me and smirks over her omelet. “This is delicious, Max, thank you.” Obviously she’s not going to call me out over my sudden chub.

  “No problem, Maggie.” My eyes are right back on Breezy’s door. What the fuck is wrong with me today?

  “So, what do you do for work?” she asks.

  “I’m a personal trainer down at Alfredo’s gym.”

  “I’ve heard of that place. My friends say all the hot guys go there.”

  “Speaking of your friends, what was up with those bitches last night?”

  Maggie looks away and shrugs her shoulders. “Jane and Tabitha are co-workers of my cousin Emma, the girl who went home with your friend. Emma and I spend a lot of time together, but sometimes she forces me to hang out with Jane and Tabitha. Last night was one of those nights.”

  “They didn’t seem very nice to you.”

  “They aren’t. Jane hates me. Why? I have no idea. Personally, I think it’s because of my boob size. I have a natural ‘D’, she’s lucky to have ‘A’ cups.”

  “I like your ‘D’s. Your nipples are like tiny Frisbees,” I grin.

  “Not sure my nipples have ever been described as outside flying toys before, but thanks,” she laughs.

  “Well, I definitely enjoyed playing with them last night.”

  “About last night . . .” her voice trails off.

  “What about it?”

  “Thank you for it. I’ve never had a man make me feel so wanted before. I felt special, and that never happens to me.”

  “Well, you are special, Maggie. Don’t let any guy tell you otherwise.” I briefly make eye contact with her before my eyes are back on Breezy’s door. Would it be completely horrible if I begged Breezy to stay with me this weekend? I could fake an illness or tell her my dog died back home. I’m sure I could find some way to convince her to stay with me.

  “I guess I have low self-esteem. My last boyfriend was a chubby chaser. He got his jollies off feeding me food and smearing it all over my body. When he started calling me his Little Piggy, I bailed.”

  “What a fucker.” Some men don’t know how to treat a woman right. I’d really like to know when men regressed back to the caveman ways of treating women like a possession. I refuse to club any woman over the head. Instead, I treat them like the gems that they are. “I hope you kicked him in the balls.”

  “I’m pretty sure, Hank didn’t have balls. The sex was weak. I might have been fucking a female with a strap on for all I know.”

  I almost spit out my coffee from laughing so hard. This girl is beyond hilarious.

  “So, Mr. Personal Trainer . . . what would you say about training me? I’ve been thinking about losing some of this weight I’ve been lugging around.”

  I’m about to answer her when Breezy comes out of her room. She has a bag slung over her shoulder. She’s wearing a cute low cut camisole and blue jeans. Breezy could wear a damn paper bag, and I would still find her attractive. She drops the bag on the couch and walks over to me, wrapping me in a hug.

  “Thanks for breakfast, Max. You’re the best.” I squeeze her tightly and make sure I’m angled away from her so she doesn’t feel my hard-on. It’s insane how much my body craves this woman.

  She kisses me on the cheek.

  “You know every time you kiss me it goes straight to my dick, right?” She thinks I’m kidding, but I’m one hundred percent serious.

  “It’s a strategic ploy to drive you insane. It’s my mission to make blue balls an everyday thing for you.”

  Mission is most certainly accomplished.

  “I’ll make sure my dick writes you a thank you note for that later.”

  Both Maggie and Breezy giggle.

  “Well, I don’t want to interrupt your breakfast any more than I already have. Besides, I’m sure Travis is probably checking his watch every five minutes like normal.”

  That Figures! Numbers Man is a clock watcher. I already hate this guy, and I haven’t even met him—not that she would let me. I’m not allowed to meet Breezy’s boyfriends until she’s ready.

  “Hey Hicks, when will you be home?”

  “Sunday night. Don’t wait up for me; it could be really late. Nice meeting you, Maggie. Don’t let Max fool you. He’s a sweetheart underneath all that sarcastic asshole.”

  “I would take offense to that if it wasn’t true,” I pipe in. “Until we flirt again, my love.”

  “As always, I will mark it on my calendar. I’ll pencil you in for Monday morning around six?”

  “Sounds good, make sure you make it a little more believable next time. I think your delivery was a little off this morning. I wasn’t feeling your normal caliber of flirt,” I tease.

  “Dually noted. I will make sure to lay it on extra thick for you next time. See ya later, Max.”

  She grabs her bag and disappears through the front door.

  The minute the door closes, Maggie is laughing. I look over at her and shake my head.

  “Holy shit,” she fans herself. “The sexual chemistry between you two is off the charts. I think I just got pregnant by it.”

  Now I’m laughing. “Okay, Funny Girl. That’s enough making fun of my pathetic love life. Let’s get back to our previous conversation. Are you serious about working out? I can usually tell when someone is serious about it or just trying to start a relationship with me. Right now you have me thinking it’s fifty-fifty.”

  “As amazing as you were in the sack last night, I don’t think I can compete with a secret love interest in the hot roommate. I’m a confident woman, but not that confident. I can’t compete with true love.”

  “I’m not sure it’s true love—a silly infatuation maybe, but not true love.”

  “Max, I may have only observed you two together for thirty minutes, but in that amount of time you: flirted, got a hard on, sighed, and pretty much trailed after her like a love sick puppy. You definitely love her.”

  “What kind of workout are you looking for?” I ask, changing the subject. She must notice my attempt to redirect our conversation and smirks.

  “Anything, I’d like to lose like forty pounds, maybe more.”

  “Well, I’m working at the gym on Monday if you want to meet me. We can start a regiment for you—get you eating healthier, and start you on the right path towards your weight loss goal.”

  “What time?”

  “How about four o’clock?”

  “That sounds good. I will be looking forward to seeing you again,” she smiles.

  “Maggie, remember that this is it. No relationships. I don’t want you getting attached to me or anything. I tried to make it clear in the beginning what last night meant.”

  “Trust me, Max; the last thing I want from you is a relationship. Maybe, a new ass and a decent waist line, but a relationship with you is the farthest thing from my mind.”

  “Okay, I didn’t mean to come off rudely, but I had some classy stalkers in the past. They used to come to the gym, hoping to win me over and get me to commit to them.”

  Maggie is quiet for a second before getting up from her chair. “You weren’t rude, Max. Last night was amazing. It ranks hig
h, somewhere in my top five sexual experiences.”

  “Only top five?”

  “Sorry, but you can’t compete with my college professor. That’s seriously every woman’s fantasy even if I was the fourth girl he slept with. Getting fucked up against a chalk board is hot.”

  This time I do actually spit out my coffee, making her laugh.

  “Maggie, if you keep making me laugh like this, I may have to keep you around. I laugh a lot with Breezy, but you’re hilarious.”

  “I’m fat. I have to have some kind of gimmick to get people to like me.”

  “First thing you should know about me as your trainer, is that the “F” word is not allowed in my presence. I’m not talking about the mother of all swear words either. You can say fuck all you want. Hell, it’s one of my favorite words, but under no circumstances can you call yourself fat ever again. Got it?”

  “Yes sir,” she grins, saluting me with her hand like a soldier.

  “Okay, so will I see you Monday then?”

  “You sure will. I’m looking forward to your personal attention. I expect my thighs to get a strong workout.”

  “Trust me; I will have more than your thighs working. I’m the king of making every muscle on a woman’s body throb—especially, the ones that count.” I wink at her.

  “I think you’re more the king of flirting.”

  “I have been called that a time or two. Shall I drive you home now?”

  “Sure, thanks again for the great night.”

  “Anytime, Maggie, it was my pleasure.

  Chapter Five

  Breezy

  When I get back to Travis’s house, I feel those excited bubbles bursting in my belly. He loves me. I love him. This is perfect.

  I knock on his door, and it immediately opens. He’s standing in front of me with his shirt off and only board shorts on. Instantly my greedy little hands fly to his stomach, tickling the flatness of it. He doesn’t have abs like Max does, but there’s definitely not an inch of fat on his body. Travis’s body is what I would describe as a runner’s body—a fit and sexy runner’s body.