Recipe for Love: A Sweet Collection

by K. C. Lynn

  “Nothing.” I glare at Jesse, warning her to keep her mouth shut.

  Of course, Sam speaks up, ratting me out. “It seems Sawyer is all sorts of possessive over Grace. He didn’t like Jase Crawford talking to her last night.”

  My glare swings her way, promising retribution on her tattletale ass.

  “Sawyer Evans, you better not have been fighting,” my mom scolds.

  “Leave the boy alone, Catherine. That kid needs to be taken down a notch, he’s a hothead just like his old man.”

  All of our gazes pull to my dad, shock coursing through me and everyone else that he just stood up for me. He refuses to acknowledge it though and keeps his eyes on his plate as he continues to eat.

  Eventually, my mom breaks the silence. “Well, I know another father and son with the same problem, and there’s no excuse for fighting.”

  “There was no fight, Mom,” I assure her. “The girls are just stirring shit up.”

  It’s obvious she doesn’t believe me but she lets it go. The rest of our dinner is spent talking about Grace and her pies as she shares her secrets with my mom and sisters. After dessert, I excuse us, wanting to be alone with her, but my dad stops me and asks for my help with something in the attic.

  I hesitate, knowing damn well if he needed help with something he wouldn’t ask me. In the end, my curiosity gets the best of me and I reluctantly agree.

  The air is thick with awkward tension as we climb the stairs.

  “I heard you played quite the game last night,” he says.

  I shrug. “Not bad, considering I haven’t played in a few years.”

  He nods and things fall silent again. Once we reach the attic, he takes me to the far back corner where I find an entire shrine dedicated to all my hockey years. All the medals I ever won, every pair of skates I’ve ever had, old jerseys, newspaper articles, and even pictures hang on the wall.

  “I can’t believe you have all this,” I say, surprise strong in my voice.

  “These are memories to keep and be proud of. And who knows, if you ever have a boy maybe this stuff could be passed down to him.”

  My eyes shift to his, shock rendering me speechless at the mention of kids.

  He clears his throat and shifts nervously. “Listen, son, I know things haven’t been good between us for a while, and I know most of that is my fault. I just…I worked my ass off, Sawyer, to give you all this,” he says, gesturing to my hockey shit.

  “Dad…” I trail off the warning, not wanting to fight about this anymore.

  “Just hear me out.”

  I cross my arms over my chest and let him finish.

  “I worked really hard for my kids to have a good life, so they could be the best they could be, and most importantly, so I could keep them safe. Then one day, my biggest fear came crashing down on me, all because my only son, the one who was going to be something great, tells me he wants to join the Navy and fight for his country.”

  Guilt flares in my gut but my answer still hasn’t changed and never will. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dad. I lived a good life and still do. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I love hockey and I always will but at the end of the day it wasn’t something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I’m sorry if that disappoints you—”

  “No, son, you’re not understanding what I’m saying. I’m not disappointed; I was upset because I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you; it’s something that this family would have never been able to overcome. That day we got the call about you and Cade…” He pauses, his voice cracking. “It almost broke us all.”

  My chest constricts, hating to think about all they went through after getting that call.

  “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I finally understand why you did it, and that’s mostly thanks to that girl you brought here. Your mom told me some of what’s going on, and I’m damn proud of you for stepping in to help her. I’m glad you’re trained to protect her, and well…I’m just goddamn proud of you, kid.”

  His approval is something I’ve longed to hear for years. He’s always been my role model and when our relationship took a hit it was harder on me than I care to admit. “Thanks, Dad,” I finally manage, my voice gruff.

  He pulls me in for a hug, something he hasn’t done since the day I told him I was joining the Navy. After a few hard claps, he steps back but keeps hold of my shoulders. “Now, I want you to listen to me. I know we can both be arrogant sons of bitches, because of our crazy good looks.”

  I chuckle, knowing it’s true.

  “But that girl you brought here is special, just like your mom is to me. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  “Yeah, I do. I care about her a lot.”

  “You more than care and we both know it.”

  He’s right.

  “Whatever you do, don’t let her go. You hold onto her tight and you fight for her every step of the way.”

  “Trust me, she’s mine. Forever.”

  A proud smile takes over his face. “Good. Now go tell your mom I made up with you so she will talk to me again.”

  Chuckling, I turn to walk away but he pulls back for one more hug. “I love you, Sawyer.”

  “I love you too, Dad.”

  The cold air bites my face as Grace and I trek through the snow, heading back to the guesthouse. She walks next to me with a knowing smile on her face. “I’m happy you and your dad worked out your differences.”

  “Yeah and it’s all thanks to this nosy little blonde chick who smells like cupcakes.”

  “Those damn chicks who smell like cupcakes. Where do they get off?” she teases, the melody of her soft giggle floating through the night.

  I grunt but can’t deny that I’m grateful for her and her meddling ass.

  She comes to a stop and bends down, scooping up a handful of snow. There’s a gleam in her eyes as her hands clap the white powder, trying to form a ball.

  “I wouldn’t start that shit if I were you, Cupcake,” I warn her. “I’m the king of snowball fights, and you do not want to fu—” My words are cut off when a big pile of snow hits me in the face.

  It’s the most pathetic attempt at a snowball I’ve ever seen but she still finds it amusing and laughs her ass off. “You were saying?” she says, the sass in her tone turning my cock hard.

  “Just remember, baby, you were warned.”

  Knowing what’s about to come, she turns and bolts. I find it funny as hell that she actually thinks she has a chance to escape. It takes me no time at all to catch up to her, my body colliding with hers as I take her to the ground. I accept the brunt of our fall before flipping her beneath me.

  She screams in laughter, squirming to get away. “Get off me, it’s freezin’.”

  “This isn’t freezing, Cupcake. This is freezing.” Taking a huge pile of snow, I shove it beneath her jacket, spreading it all over her bare stomach.

  “Please stop!” she pleads. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise.”

  My smirk spreads as she begs for mercy. “You want up?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then say, Sawyer has a big dick.”

  She tenses beneath me and bursts into laughter. “No way. I ain’t sayin’ that.”

  “All right…” I reach for more snow.

  “No, stop. Okay, I’ll say it.” She licks those pretty lips of hers, pink marring her cheeks. “‘Sawyer has a big dick.’” Her words are followed by an eye roll.

  “Good girl.” Leaning down, I nuzzle her neck, tasting her skin, my teeth grazing the column of her throat. “Now say, I want Sawyer to fuck me.”

  A moan parts her lips but she pushes against my chest. “Stop bein’ a sexy jerk and let me up.”

  “You know what you have to say.” To drive the point home, I thrust against the apex of her thighs, my cock aching to be inside of her.

  The sexiest whimper leaves her, her back arching. “I want you to fuck me.”

  A growl erupts from my chest, the words
putting me in motion. I sweep her up from the ground, my strides fast as I race back to the house.

  Her laughter fills the air as she clings to my neck.

  “This shit isn’t funny, Cupcake. I’ve been dying to get my cock inside you all day.”

  “You’re lucky to get anything from me after you shoved snow up my shirt.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re going to hit the hot tub to warm up.”

  “Hot tub?” She frowns. “But I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

  “You don’t need one.”

  “Oh, yes, I do. I’m not gettin’ in that hot tub naked. Your family could see.”

  “No, they can’t. They’re five acres away.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Your sisters could come over or even your parents. No way, I’m serious, Sawyer. It’s not happening.”

  “Fine, you can borrow one from my sister.” She doesn’t need to know that shit will be coming off either way.

  Once we get into the house, she calls my sister to ask if she can borrow a swimsuit even though I told her she doesn’t need to. She then proceeds to tell me I have to wear one too or we won’t be able to resist each other. She’s fucking crazy if she thinks I’ll be able to resist her at all, swimsuit or not. However, I comply then head out to remove the top and check the chemicals before climbing in. I rest my head back on a groan, eyes closing at the soothing hot water.

  “Holy moly, it’s freezin’ out here.”

  My eyes spring open, every muscle in my body tensing at the sight of Grace in a tiny black bikini.

  She dances her way over to the hot tub, her arms wrapped around herself to ward off the chill but it does nothing to cover her tight body. Her hair is up in a knot, displaying her slender neck and my mouth waters for a taste.

  “My feet are about to get frostbite,” she chuckles, stepping into the steaming water. “Oh, that stings.” Her attention drifts to me at my silence, her eyes widening when she sees me moving for her. “Hey now, stop lookin’ at me like that.”

  “Like what?” I ask, reaching for her.

  “Oh no you don’t, Sawyer. I mean it, I have already been busted by your family makin’ out with you once. I do not want it to happen again.”

  I grab her around the waist and haul her over onto my lap, my lips brushing against her ear. “Come on, baby, I’m not going to let anyone see this.” My hand molds over one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. “Just let me touch you, then we’ll go inside where I’ll fuck you properly.”

  Her response is a whimper as she grinds against my raging hard-on.

  “Is that a yes?” I ask, pinching her tight little nipple through the thin wet fabric.

  “Yes,” she moans, her response breathless.

  I tug the string at the back of her neck and her top falls away, revealing perfection. My hands mold over the wet mounds, her hard tits scraping against the palm of my hands.

  “Oh god!” Her head drops back on my shoulder, her hot breath racing across my jaw.

  “Such pretty tits,” I growl, licking the shell of her ear. “I swear they were made for my hands. Just like the rest of you.” My fingers coast down her stomach, slipping beneath her swim bottoms.

  “Sawyer,” she pants, need edging her voice.

  I pass over the swollen nub before inserting two fingers deep inside of her.

  A whimper purges from her delicate throat, her body trembling against me.

  “After I make you come on my hand, I’m going to have this tight pussy dripping all over my cock.”

  Moaning, she brings one of her arms up to wrap around my neck. I kiss the side of her face, my lips brushing her damp cheek as my fingers stroke deep inside of her. Her hips pick up the rhythm, matching the harsh breaths breaching her lips.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.”

  “I’m going to come,” she cries out the warning.

  I work her faster, plunging in and out of her hot depth while my other hand lays a slap to her tit. The resounding smack fills the air and pushes her over the edge.

  Her cries echo through the night, feeding the need I have clawing inside of me. She relaxes against me, her breathing labored as she fights to catch her breath.

  Turning my head, I press my lips against her temple then pick her up and climb out of the hot water. My arm is snug around her waist as I grab our towels and walk us into the house.

  Her lips skim across my jaw to my ear, tongue darting out to taunt the beast I carefully try to keep locked up. I enter the living room and flick on the fireplace then grab the blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch, spreading it out on the floor.

  I’m about to take her to her back but her hold on me tightens. “I want to be on top this time,” she says.

  Her boldness surprises me yet pleases me at the same time.

  She clears her throat, a blush staining her cheeks. “I mean, if that’s all right with you.”

  I chuckle, unable to help myself. “I fucking love that idea, baby.”

  She smiles, causing that monumental shift in my chest and pushes me to my back, her knees straddling either side of my hips.

  “Damn, Cupcake, look at you being all forceful. I like it.”

  “I have a feeling you like me any way I am, as long as I’m naked.”

  Little does she know, I love her all the time, naked or otherwise. But I decide to keep that to myself for now.

  She comes over me, giving me a taste of her lips that has my cock screaming to be inside of her. My hands mold to her ass as her mouth descends, kissing its way down my chest. The few scars she comes upon are given extra attention, her expression pinching with sadness.

  I lift her chin, forcing her gaze to mine. “No being sad when we’re about to fuck, Cupcake. It’s my number one rule.”

  Her lips twitch with a smile. “You have rules?”

  “Yep. And that’s rule number one.”

  “What’s rule number two?” she asks with a note of seduction in her voice, her tongue darting out to taste my skin.

  “Rule number two is time to speed this up.”

  She chuckles, enjoying the fact that she’s driving me wild. “All right, no more teasin’.” She sits up and undoes my board shorts. Once my cock is free she grips it in a tight fist, making my head swim with pleasure.

  My fingers pull the tie of her swim bottoms, baring her slick wet pussy. I grip her hips and line her up, the head of my cock breaching her tight heat.

  Our groans fill the air as she takes me inch by inch.

  My jaw flexes as I fight to restrain myself from plunging inside of her. Once she’s fully seated, I give her time to adjust, letting her set the pace. Her hips move, motions slow and unsure. I cup her perfect tits, my fingers teasing her sweet little nipples.

  “Oh god, that feels so good,” she whimpers, picking up rhythm.

  “That’s it, baby, ride me. Show me how much you want it.” I unlatch the clip from her hair, freeing the golden locks from its confines. It tumbles past her shoulders, framing her pretty face. The firelight flickers along her flawless skin, making her glow like the angel she is. “Jesus, you’re a fucking sight right now.”

  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, a shy smile stealing her mouth.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I thrust up, driving my cock deeper inside of her. She gasps, her nails biting into my skin.

  I still, teeth grinding. “This okay, Grace?”

  “Yes. Do it again and don’t stop.”

  Growling, I plunge myself inside of her, taking her the way I’ve been dying to. Her pussy grips me as I fuck her hard and fast, her cries fueling me further.

  “Sawyer…” She lets my name trail off but the warning is loud and clear.

  “Let me have it, baby. I want to feel you soak my cock.”

  Her head falls back on her shoulders, screams of pleasure ripping from her throat as her orgasm claims her. It’s the hottest damn sight I’ve ever seen. Fire spreads through my veins, seconds before I spil
l myself inside of her, filling her with everything I have.

  She drops down on me; the rapid beat of her heart thumping against mine. My arms hug her close until our breathing returns to normal. Eventually, she lifts her head, giving me one of her sweet smiles. “That was fun.”

  I grunt. “That was more than fun, Cupcake. That was fucking incredible, explosive, awesome…take your pick.”

  “All of the above.”

  “Agreed.”

  She presses against my chest as she lifts herself off my cock. The missing heat of her body makes me want to weep like a pussy. She reaches for one of the towels next to us and wraps it around her before standing.

  “Where the hell are you going?” I ask.

  “To clean up, Mr. Nosy.”

  “You don’t need to clean up. I’m just going to get you dirty again anyway.”

  She shakes her head, a smile playing at her lips as she walks to the bathroom.

  The least she could have done is walk there naked and give me a damn show.

  Grace

  Locking door the behind me, I face the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. My lips are swollen from his kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes glowing with every powerful emotion invading my heart. I look pretty, happy, which is exactly how I feel.

  I use the private moment to absorb this feeling, to really soak in everything this man makes me feel. Afterward, I make sure to freshen up quickly then walk back out.

  I come to a stop before rounding the corner, taking the opportunity to watch him unaware. He sits up against the couch, a blanket wrapped loosely around his hips as he stares into the roaring flames of the fire.

  His eyes shift to where I stand, a cocky smirk lifting his perfect lips. “You going to come join me or just stand there and check me out all night?”

  “How did you know I was here?” I ask, stepping out from the corner I was tucked in.

  “Because I know everything, especially when you’re near.”

  Charming bugger.

  He opens the blanket for me to join him. Smiling, I take my place on his lap, straddling him so we’re face-to-face.

  “Get rid of this thing.” He rips the towel from my body and shares his blanket with me, folding it under my arms before hugging me close, chest to chest, heart to heart.