“Chloe… baby…” I panted out in urgency.
She pulled back from me, and her beautiful blue eyes met mine.
“I’m sorry.” She said.
I couldn’t imagine what she had to apologize for. I’m the one that should apologize. I’ve had her kidnapped, even if I hadn’t known that’s what Brooklyn had planned, and I’m the one who started this whole mess. If I had just grown up and accepted the fact that Chloe was in my life, that I just needed to wait it out instead of hiding us, I wouldn’t have played like shit, and I wouldn’t have needed to back away from her. She wouldn’t have run to her parents' house. A house she hadn’t planned on going home to. It’s not even like they wanted her there. She was immediately shipped to a boarding school and basically forgotten about. The only time she was ever considered was when her parents need her for a press opportunity.
“Don’t be sorry. I just hadn’t planned to take you to bed. I didn’t want you to think I wanted you back just so I could fuck you.” I heard my words come out and grimaced. It was really never just fucking when we’d been together.
“I didn’t think that,” she paused looking a little uncomfortable and maybe embarrassed, then said, “When I figured out what B was doing, I naturally assumed…” She turned away embarrassed again. I moved her chin back toward me with my fingers.
“I would. Without any hesitation.” I said, then kissed her lips. “I just want us more.”
“Us?” She questioned in a whisper.
“Us. Us together. Us now. Us in the future. Wherever us takes us.”
His face lit up with maybe a little bit of excitement. I’m sure I had a similar expression to match hers. I was becoming a sap, and I didn’t give a puck either. She leaned into me again and took my lips with hers. I loved being the dominant one in the relationship; however, Chloe taking control was making me harder than I’d ever been before. I’d never liked the woman to be the aggressor. I needed them to be submissive, to want me to do things to her, but with Chloe, it’s a magical give-and-take kind of relationship. Something I wasn’t prepared for. I’d never been prepared for Chloe Summers.
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I heard her stomach growl like a hungry bear. “Are you hungry?” I asked, choking on a laugh.
“Maybe.” She replied. “Brooklyn pushed me into the trunk before we got breakfast.”
I looked at the wood wall clock on the fireplace mantle. She’d probably been up for at least four hours. No food. No restroom break. Sometimes I could kill my sister for her stupidity. She really doesn’t think things through. I think about the things I had brought for food. Nothing like Michelangelo’s Bakery. I had gotten two slices of peach streusel cake, two yogurt-zucchini breads with walnuts, and two chocolate chip banana nut slices of bread. I was sure Brooklyn had already gotten into the bag, which meant there was no longer two slices of chocolate chip banana nut bread. Her weakness is chocolate. For instance, if I want my sister to do anything, I’d just have to bribe her with something chocolate. It works every time.
“I went to Michelangelo’s,” I said. Her eyes widen, and it’s possible I got a little jealous over the look of lust which crossed her face. Lust for baked goods. I chuckled, “Should I be worried you’re going to leave me for Michelangelo?”
She burst out laughing. I jokingly wiggled my eyebrows at her. She laughed even harder. Michelangelo is about seventy-five or so, happily married, and with about a dozen grandchildren. There wouldn’t be any way he would ever find a better woman than Cecile. They fell in love when they were thirteen, and the rest was history. They were married when he was eighteen, and she was still seventeen. Cecile is the one who makes all the cakes. She’s a master… cake-smith? Is that what the word is? Who knows. She’s made ten layer masterpieces that can make you cry. I’m surprised the whole family doesn’t weigh five hundred pounds.
“No.” She giggled. “You’ll never have anything to worry about.” She said, slipping her hands around the back of my neck and sending tingles through my body. Everywhere she had touched sparked to life. I loved the feeling and never wanted it to end. I closed my eyes and took in the amazing feeling of home as her body wrapped to mine. “Are you ready to feed me?” She said, lightheartedly.
“Yes,” I said, my voice dripping with lust. I’d love to feed her. Feed her breakfast. Feed her my cock. That’s when she pulled away from me and skipped off toward the kitchen. I watch her ass as it jiggled before I managed to pull myself together, and made myself catch up with her. I cleared my throat as I made it into the kitchen. “I got you your favorite—”
“—peach streusel cake.” We said at the same time.
She gasped in excitement. “You didn’t happen to get yo—”
“Yogurt-zucchini bread with walnuts.” I finished. “Yep.”
“If I hadn’t already fallen in love with you, I’d be gone over you for sure.” She said.
I looked inside the already opened bag. Both pieces of chocolate ship-banana bread were gone. I frowned. Chloe raised her eyebrow at me in question. “I had also gotten two slices of chocolate chip banana bread.”
Chloe just stared at me. It was utterly silent before she started to laugh the most genuine laugh I had ever heard from her. I loved that sound. It made my heart ache to be closer to her.
She pulled everything out of the signature Michelangelo’s Bakery teal paper bag. “Please tell me you brought milk.”
With a grin, I said, “I got milk.”
Chapter 39
Peach Streusel Cake… Puck Me
Chloe
So good. So pucking good. I took a bite out of the slice of peach streusel cake. It was more amazing than I had remembered. I moaned into the moist bite of streusel. I don’t think you can imagine all the spectacular bursts of flavor that Michelangelo can bring out in each and every bite. I would, in fact, marry the man if he wasn’t already happily married to Cecile. She was one of the most caring women of my childhood.
I looked over to Nix, who was actually staring at me with his jaw practically unhinged. I smirked at him as I thumbed a crumb into my mouth then licked the corner of my lips. I hadn’t wanted to lose even a crumb. “Are you okay?” I asked him.
He shook his head probably to clear his daydream to answer me. “Um, yeah.” He chuckled, awkwardly, then ran his hand through his hair. He cleared his throat.
I giggled, “Are you sure?” I took a step toward him.
He smirked and brought his eyes directly to mine. When he was close enough to reach for me, he made a move, he reached for me and pulled me to him. “I can’t help but to be jealous of that piece of cake.” His flirtatious tone made me warm from my core. His musky scent and the heat of his body made my body instantly urn for his closeness.
It doesn’t take long before he’d lifted me up enough where I jumped to wrap my legs around his waist. My arms wrapped around his neck, my elbows resting on his shoulders, and our lips connecting in a rush of furious passion. His hands gripped swiftly to my ass as he walked me straight into a bedroom and kicked the door shut with a slam. He set me down on the queen size bed with a red and black quilt. I’d only known this room as his room. We weren’t allowed to be in his room. I’d only seen the red and black quilt from the doorway.
He lifted his shirt over his head, unfastened his jeans, and then kicked off his boots to leave beside the bed. I scooted back toward the center of the bed, and he climbed toward me. Stalked me like a lion before he settled his weight between my thighs. The heat of his chest penetrating through my cotton pajamas. His hands made their way under my shirt, and he pulled me closer to him as he kissed me.
He pulled back from my lips, leaving sensitive tingling coasting across them as if he was still kissing me. I pulled my shirt over my head, giving Nix a show of one of my ugliest bras I have ever owned, and all my imperfections. I quickly pulled my wadded shirt to cover my breasts. I felt my cheeks turn pink. At least I thought there was no way they weren’t pink.
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No,” he said, pulling my shirt out of my hands, “Baby, don’t ever hide from me. I always want to be able to see you, to touch you, and most important to make love to you…” He kissed my not so perfect stomach, then moved to just below my breasts to kiss, then up just a little higher to kiss the top of my breasts, and then to my lips, where he kissed me even more deeply. “Over, and over, and over.” He said up against my lips.
He made my nerves settle with his words. “Are you planning on making love to me?” I asked, sheepishly.
He chuckled, “yes. Very much so… yes.”
“Nix?” I barely got out. I was worried about what he was going to say when I told him I hadn’t gotten on birth control. I had no plans of ever having sex with anyone ever again. It would all be compared to Nix, every moment, every time, for the rest of my life if I ever even thought about it.
“Yeah, baby?” He replied, kissing my neck.
“I… I never got on…” I paused and waited for him to lift his eyes to meet mine. “Birth control.” I finished.
“It’s all good. I hadn’t planned on you letting me touch you again, but I truly wanted it. I brought some Chloe-safe condoms.”
I burst out laughing like a loon. “Chloe-safe?” I said, still laughing through it.
“Yes.” He said, getting off the bed and then quickly returning to kiss my lips with a fast peck. Then, he returned to his mission. He opened up his duffle bag sitting over by the window on a bench and then searched through it until he brought out a box of lambskin condoms with the biggest smile on his face. He stalked back over to me with the unopened box of condoms in his hand. He set them to the side of me and then positioned himself back in-between my thighs.
I had stopped laughing at his seriousness of the moment. “I’d never let anything happen to you.” He said, kissing me tenderly. He wiggled his fingers into my pajama pants and started to slide them down my hips. I lifted my butt off of the bed, and he pulled them completely down and over my toes. He left me in just my bra and underwear.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. “Taking the time to appreciate you right.” He chuckled and continued, “also, I have to say it feels different now that I’m not doing anything wrong by loving you.”
I put my hands on either side of his face and looked him fiercely in the eyes and determinedly said, “You’ve never done anything wrong. I’ve been yours for as long as I can remember.”
He pulled in a breath of air and said, “I think I have something to show you.”
What on earth was he doing? That was when I noticed that I had more clothes on than him. “I think it’s a little unfair that I have on more clothes than you,” I said, teasing.
He smirked, “Technically, you have two pieces of clothes and so do I. But I’ll grant you your wish.” He wiggled his hips as his jeans started to descend downward. His jeans had a bit of difficulty getting past the enormous bulge in his boxer brief. As he got closer not only was there a bulge but the tip of his cock was trying to free itself from the waistline of his boxer briefs.
“Oh my God!” I giggled.
He looked down to see what I was giggling at. “You’re kinda killing the mood here baby.”
“No, it’s not that…” I said, wiping a loose tear from my tear duct. “He’s so excited. Your underwear can’t even contain the beast.”
He chuckled at my response. “Did you just call him a beast?”
“Oh my God, I did,” I said, then started to laugh again.
He walked closer and closer until I made out precisely what was in his hands. I gasped, and my hand went to my mouth. He had my photos. The same photos I’d hidden in my dresser and bring out every time I felt like we would never be. I had always hoped for something special with Nix. The looks that were caught in time had meant everything to me. I had always wanted to believe there was something.
“Yep, exactly.” He said, smirking. “Why had you hid these?”
He handed both photos to me for me to look at with him sitting right there with me. “Whenever I looked at these I had always thought you had loved me for some small amount of time. Which meant that it would have been possible for you to love me at some point again.”
He leaned toward me and kissed my temple while I continued to look at the old photos. “You knew before me.” He chuckled, “everyone knew before me. My mom told me after I had found those about that day. I didn’t remember any of it until she told me.” I turned my head toward his face. “Apparently I’ve been in love with you for most of my life too.” He gently pressed his lips to mine. Finally deepening the kiss, he leaned me backward so I was lying on the bed.
He moved me backward, my head landing softly onto the pillow, and at some point, he had removed my bra. His lips moved down my chin, onto my neck, and started toward my breasts. His tongue peeked out and licked his lips before he took one of my nipples into his mouth. I felt my nipple pebble in pleasure. I gasped and moaned. His fingers inched down my stomach and snuck below my underwear. His fingers rub my clit in circles, working me up even more than I already was. My back arched and uncontrolled moans came from deep in my throat. I started to rock my hips against his hand creating more friction and pleasure. I was getting close to a sight-blinding orgasm.
“Nix.” I gasped.
“Come for me.” He said, his lips at my throat while I orgasm on his hand. I was only able to take a few deep breaths after I came down from the orgasmic high before his lips were covering mine. He pulled back for just a moment to pull my underwear down my legs. I slipped my feet out of them, and he dropped them on the floor beside the bed as he moved off the bed. He removed his boxer briefs and then crawled back onto the bed. He kneeled between my legs with the box of condoms. A foil condom packet in his hands in no time. It was ripped open with his teeth, and then he was rolling it onto his length. I watched him as he rolled it agonizingly slow. Running his hands along his cock. He was smirking when I looked up to his face.
“Baby, if you keep looking at me like you want to eat me I’m not going to last very long,” Nix said, teasingly.
I could feel the tip of his cock lightly pressing against my opening. He brushed himself back and forth taunting me, before sliding inside. The feeling of his length stretching me was intoxicating. Each inch that he pushed in further lit my senses on fire. Once he was fully inserted, his forearms resting beside my head on the bed, he made sure I met his gaze. “I love you so much.” His hand ran over my hair.
“I love you too,” I whispered back to him.
He started to rotate his hips. I moved my legs higher on his hips, giving him deeper access. I moaned into his mouth. “You feel so good.” He groaned. He started to pound into me over and over. We met each other movement for movement, his skin making slapping sounds as he thrust into me over and over. I locked my ankles together and arched my back in pleasure. His fists were balled onto the mattress on either side of my body. Sweat dripped down from his temples as he concentrated on pleasing me. I felt a cool, sweatiness covering my entire body. “I’m close.” He said, breathing hard.
“Me too.” I panted out. Thank God for multiple orgasms. One reason it’s good to be a woman. I felt it then—a wave of ecstasy. “I’m c—,” I said. Nix stated to pound harder into me. His face contorted, his mouth opened, and a manly groan of pure pleasure released from his lips as he froze. I imagine his orgasm just like those romance authors write it out—his manhood pulsed with the beat of his heart. His warm seed filled her womb as they came together in ecstasy.
He rested his head on my chest, listening to my heart as I tried to catch our breaths. His cock still nestled inside of me. When he finally moved off of me, he pinched the edge of the condom and pulled out of me. I felt the loss immediately. He pulled the condom off of his cock and folded it into a tissue.
“I’ll be right back.” He said, going into the bathroom connected to the room. I heard the water turn on, and then he returned with a washc
loth in his hands. He turned on the lamp beside the bed. “I just wanted to take care of you.” He said when I looked at him in question. “We’re a little far out in case you need to get to a hospital.” Realization hit me hard. He wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to have an allergic reaction to anything. He moved close to inspect me and clean me up. I knew just how much he cared about me at that very moment. Actions have always spoken louder than words. The gentleness he took as he wiped me clean with the warm water from the washcloth. I watched him intently as his determination to make sure I was all right made something inside of me feel more love than ever before.
Chapter 40
The Perfect Pucking Day
Chloe
The day passed nice and easy. We relaxed on the sofa some, but we made our way into the bedroom on and off throughout the rest of the day. Every time we got up to leave the room, Brooklyn would scrunch up her nose and narrow her eyes on us. I knew what she was thinking. It may still be weird in ten years—sneaking away with her brother to have sex. The realization I want him in ten years tugged at my heart. I want him for the rest of my life. I tried to relax a little more into him.
We were watching The Angry Birds Movie, and I was leaning up against Nix, and my legs were over Brooklyn. Nix had his arm wrapped around my waist and was gently rubbing his fingers along the little strip of skin the was exposed by the way I was sitting. He caught my attention, and I turned to look up at his face. He gave me a small grin without looking at me. I drummed my fingers on his thigh, and I felt him readjust himself. I moved my legs off Brooklyn and said, “I need to go use the restroom.” I walked toward Nix’s room and closed the door. I waited by to the door and listened with my ear to the door.
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