Page 61 of Poison and Wine

As soon as the food was dispersed, Caterina tore into her Big Mac like someone who had gone days without food. Her appreciative moans shot straight to my dick, causing me to shift in my seat.

“What?” she questioned through a mouthful of Big Mac at what must’ve been my pained look.

“Pace yourself.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to go without something you really, really love.”

“Actually, I do.”

She held a hand up before pinching her eyes shut. “Please don’t turn this into something sexual.”

I chuckled. “I wasn’t about to.”

Her eyelids peeled open to peer curiously at me. “So what was it you had to go without?”

“Supermacs was my equivalent to your McDonalds.”

Caterina swallowed her bite. “And why did you have to go without eating there?”

“Because I was in prison.”

She lowered the Big Mac to her lap. “You’ve been in prison?”

Dare snorted around his milkshake straw. “I’d hardly call it prison.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Oh, were you the one serving the time?”

“You were there to serve a six month sentence, which Da and Seamus got you out of after three.”

“Fuck off.”

“What was it for?” Caterina asked curiously.

“What do you think, Kitten?”

“There’s so many possibilities for an Irish gang member,” she teasingly replied.

“I hate to disappoint you, but it was actually for public indecency.”

A laugh burst from her lips. “You’re joking.”

I shook my head with a grin. “I was seventeen and got utterly and completely pissed. In my inebriated state, I decided it was a good idea to take a leak right in the middle of the street. The cop who arrested me didn’t have any idea who I was. My father was so angry that I’d been nabbed for something so foolish that he allowed me to sit in there and stew for a while before he lent a hand.”

After chewing a thoughtful bite of her burger, she said, “You certainly didn’t tell me you’re an ex-con.”

I laughed. “Aye, it certainly tarnishes my squeaky clean image.”

“Very true,” she mused.

Leaning over, I brought my thumb to the corner of Caterina’s lip. “You have a little ketchup.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh,” she murmured as I swiped the glob off. She watched with wide eyes as I brought my thumb to my mouth rather than wiping it on a napkin. “I thought you said you didn’t like it?”

“I can handle a little ketchup.”

She grinned before holding out the box of french fries. “Want some fries with your ketchup?”

“I think I’ll pass.”