Forever & an Engine by C. J. Fallowfield Read Free Book Online Page B

and your ignorance of
pizza and ice cream? I thought you were a real foodie.’
    ‘Of gourmet
food, not junk crap,’ he laughed.
    ‘How dare
you. This junk crap as you call it is responsible for this body, which you
claim to love.’
    ‘Well me
eating healthily is responsible for this body that you claim to love, a
week of eating your sort of diet and I’d look like a chunky monkey.’
    ‘How will
they deliver? Your gates are all locked up.’
    He pressed
a couple of buttons on the remote and a cctv picture of the front gates came on
the cinema screen and he pressed another button and the gates opened. ‘If the
screen’s playing and the doorbell goes, it also pauses the film and shows who’s
at the door.’
    ‘Your dad’s
crazy rich,’ I stated as I got up and grabbed his empty coke bottle. He went to
get up. ‘Stay there, I can get it for you, tonight it’s my turn to take care of
you, as you did such a good job looking after me last night, so I call dib’s on
paying for dinner.’ He went to protest and I put my free hand over his mouth. ‘Before
you even have a chance to argue it with me, you agreed that I could pay for the
odd takeaway so I don’t want to hear any debate about it thank you. So sit back
and rev up Dredd. I want to save Vin until last as he gets me incredibly horny
and I’ll need something to masturbate to as you seem intent on not having sex
with me again today.’
    He kissed
my fingers and grinned as I removed them and walked off. I grabbed my purse
from the bedroom and left it on the hall table by the front door and grabbed Gabe
another diet coke before heading back down. He’d Dredd paused and at the ready.
I handed him his coke and climbed back onto the sofa, snuggling back into him
as he dimmed the lights. I snuck my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his abs
with my thumb as we watched. We were 40 minutes in when the screen froze and a
picture of the delivery guy at the door came on. I leapt of the chair and raced
out and up the stairs, I was starving after all my orgasms. I paid the guy who
looked a bit dazed to see me bare legged in Gabe’s oversized t-shirt. I turned
around and saw Gabe leaning against the wall watching me amused.
    ‘What are
you doing?’ I asked as I shut the door.
    ‘Well I was
going to suggest that I came up to answer the door, as you’re barely decent,
but you were out of the chair so bloody fast I never had the chance, so I came
to make sure you weren’t propositioned.’
    ‘I’m fine,
I’m just hungry and I love my pizza, come on the film’s really good and I want
to get back to it. You go down with this lot, I just need to put the ice cream
in the freezer.’ I tiptoed up and kissed him and headed to the kitchen and shuffled
about some stuff to fit it in and grabbed a couple of pieces of kitchen towel
and another diet coke for him and ran back downstairs. He was already on the
sofa and had the two boxes on his knee. I jumped up and sat cross legged as he
handed me the top box. I grinned excitedly and opened it and reclined the chair
and started to eat as he dimmed the lights and restarted the film. It was 9.30
by the time it finished and Gabe turned the lights back on.
    ‘That was so good, I’d happily watch that again,’ I smiled.
    ‘You really
need to see The Raid if action and violence don’t upset you. That’ll be a must
for our next viewing session. So baby, you’ve left three slices of pizza and I’ve
only left two, so it was all talk was it?’
    ‘Ermmm
think again sexy health freak. You had thin crust, I had deep pan with a
stuffed crust, so technically not only have I physically eaten more, I’ve
whooped your peachy arse. See, if I’d listened to you and shared a large pizza
we’d both still be hungry. So how was it?’
    ‘Good,’ he
conceded, ‘but I prefer one of my stir frys.’
    ‘I’m sorry
Gabe, but we’re going to have to break up. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t
appreciate the fine art of pizza.’ I