Patton kissed me until I was breathless and panting. He ended his assault on my lips and rested his forehead against mine. We stood there regaining our breath.
“I will only be here for two months. I can’t make you any promises on where this will take us but I want to try. What I can promise you is that I will give it my all. I will remain faithful and I promise to fulfill all of you needs, wants and desires.” I could hear the desperation in his voice.
I wanted him. I needed him like my last breath. I believed him when he said he couldn’t promise where this would take us. I was smart enough to know that nothing was promised. But I wanted this, I wanted him. So, I was willing to jump in with both feet. I nodded my consent.
“Tell me what you want, Baby.” He implored.
“I want you.” The words poured out of my mouth before I could think.
“God, I want you, too.” He said before his lips met mine again.
I felt my core come to life and immediately begin to boil.
Patton lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed and covered me with his body, bracing himself up on his forearms. His lips latched onto mine. He kissed me until I was dizzy with delirium and happiness.
His hands stroked and caressed my body creating an inferno between my legs.
“I need you,” I moaned between kisses.
“Patience,” he whispered back.
His hands skillfully removed my tank top and jeans, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He sat back on his haunches and admired my body. I felt so vulnerable and exposed before him. I moved to cover myself but his hands swiftly caught mine, holding them to my sides.
“You are absolutely beautiful. Never cover yourself up.” He said licking his lips. He reminded me of the big bad wolf and I felt like his pray. Feeling brave I sat up and tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and exposing his hard muscular chest.
I admired the way the light hit his body. His chest was a wall of solid muscle. He had a well-defined six pack that my fingers itched to trace. Feeling emboldened I reached out and traced the contours of his stomach. Light blond fuzz ran from his belly button down into his jeans. I was eager to find out where it went.
My eyes locked on his as I began to unbutton his jeans. Nervously I fumbled with the buttons. Patton’s eyes were shining bright with excitement and anticipation. I hand finally gotten the last button undone but had no idea where to go from there.
“Lay back,” Patton coaxed.
I complied and laid back against the bed. I watched as he stood and removed his jeans. I was surprised to see that he was going commando. His rock hard cock sprang loose of his jeans and stood at attention. I immediately became nervous. His cock was nearly the length of my forearm and looked like a thick iron rod. There was no way I would be able to take him.
“Don’t worry, it will fit,” Patton said a smile tugged at his lips. Something must have flashed across my face for him to sense my worry.
Standing completely nude Patton crawled back on the bed and up my body, kissing a trail along the way. I desperately wanted his lips on me the way they were this morning. He kissed up my legs slowly and across my flat taut stomach completely bypassing my slick wet core. His lips trailed between my bounds and up my chest to my lips.
Once Patton’s lips met mine the world melted away. The feel of his warm flesh against mine, his thick lips against mine and his tongue caressing mine in a slow sensual dance, rocked me to the core. I rocked my hips against him to relieve the throbbing ache between my legs.
Patton’s hands caress and explored my body leaving me breathless and panting beneath him. His arms wrapped around me and he rolled us. I was now straddling his waist. His hands worked expertly against me and with the snap of his fingers my bra fell away. My breast fell into his eager mouth. I gasped in pleasure at the sensation of his mouth against me as he licked and sucked at my breast.
His cock between my legs teased me as I rocked against him. I needed him inside me, all of him. I felt my pleasure building as I rocked and bucked against his hard cock.
Patton’s hands went to my ass and again we rolled with me landing beneath him. In one quick tug, he had my panties off. I was left completely exposed to him. His hard cock felt like velvet between my slick folds. I thrust my hips up to meet his.
Patton began to kiss down my body and I was torn. I wanted his lips on mine but I also wanted his cock buried deep inside me. My hands fisted his hair as his hot wet lips met my core. I writhed beneath him as he licked and sucked my wet pussy.
“I need you,” I moaned out to him, desperate for relief.
“Not yet, baby,” His eyes met mine as he licked and sucked my pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit and I threw my head back against the mattress and enjoyed the ride, my hips thrusting up begging for more. Patton wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth, his index finger inserted into my wet hole and I came. I shattered around him into a million pieces. Patton eagerly licked up my juices and moaned in delight.
“I love how responsive you are to my touch.” He cooed against my delicate flesh.
Hi kissed and licked hi way up my body. When his lips met mine I was instantly lost to the taste of my juices on his lips. I greedily ate at his mouth.
I felt the velvety head of his cock begging entrance to my wet pussy. I slowly rotated my hips working my tight wet hold around his large head. Patton moaned against my lips urging me on. I felt him apply slight pressure and his cock inched into my tight channel. I felt the pressure of his girth and the slight sting as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.
I dug my nails into his back begging for more. He gave it to me slowly inch by painful inch. I could tell by his heavy breathing and moans that it was just as painful and pleasurable for him as it was for me. The throbbing between my legs won out over the pain of my pussy stretching to fit him. I slammed down hard on his cock, taking him into the hilt. Patton gasped and held on to me tightly. I moaned and bucked my hips against him. I was like a cat in heat. I needed him. I needed to feel him. The pain dissipated as quickly as it came and was overridden by the feral need to have his cock pistoning in and out of me.
Patton slowly began to pull out of me. My legs wrapped around his back holding him in. he lowered himself back down into me and my eyes flew to the back of my head. It felt so fucking good. I urged him on rocking with him as he worked his cock in and out of me.
His hands locked on my wrist and he pulled them above my head as he quickened his stride in and out of my wet pussy. I bucked against him and nearly came when his lips met mine. He kissed me harder as he rocked in and out of me. His thrust became harder, deeper, and faster. I could feel my orgasm building as his cock grew thicker and heavier. His balls slammed against me with every thrust. His lips left mine and latched onto my neck and I exploded around his cock. The tight walls of my pussy milked his cock as he thrust in and out of me. My moans turned into screams as my orgasm ripped through me and I continued to cum over and over again. My pussy continued to quiver and cum as he deepened his thrust. It felt like he was going to come through the other side of me and damn if it didn’t feel good. My nails dug into his flesh as I held on for dear life.
I saw stars behind my eyes as I came one last time. Patton’s cock stiffened and jerked inside me, his seed coating my walls as he shouted my name. His body collapsed on to mine.
I woke up wrapped in a warm cocoon of Patton’s arms. My stomach growled in protest. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after nine o’clock. I hadn’t eaten since around lunch time and I was famished. Any energy I had left Patton had royally and truly fucked out of me.
I snaked my way out of his arms, careful not to wake him. My body protested the movement. I had almost decided to forgo my hunt for substance in exchange for a hot bath to sooth my tight achy muscles. My stomach protested so it was the kitchen for me.
I picked up Patton’s shift from the
floor and slipped it on. The hem fell just shy of my knees. I smiled as I pulled the shirt up over my nose and inhaled. It smelled just like him, fresh laundry and bright citrus. I padded out of the room careful not to disturb him. I planned to let him sleep until dinner was ready.
In the kitchen, I surveyed the contents of my refrigerator. I had forgotten to take anything out of the freezer so I was stuck with limited prospects.
I firm set of hands encircled my waist as I was bent over peering in the refrigerator. I felt his hard cock as he pressed against my upheaved behind.
“Whatcha doin’, baby?” He drawled out.
“I was looking to see what we had for dinner.” I straightened up and leaned against his firm chest.
“My shirt looks better on you.” He said. His breath caressed against my collar.
I felt his lips on my delicate skin and moaned in satisfaction.
“It looks best on the floor, though.” He growled against my ear.
His hands dropped to the hem of the shirt. He ripped it off me in one smooth jerk leaving me exposed.
“How about we order in and I’ll keep you occupied while we wait?” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
My core flooded with heat and my pussy began to throb. I nodded my consent.
Chapter Twelve
Patton
I am in deep trouble. It had been confirmed, I am addicted to Candy. It’s been a month and a half and I have spent every free moment we have had buried deep inside her. When I’m not buried deep between her legs I am working beside her in Those Buns Dough.
I completely checked out of the hotel I was staying in a week after getting here. I have all but moved in with her. Every waking moment we are together and I still can’t seem to get enough. I crave her like I crave the very air I breathe.
Milo asked me to go out with him and to pick a ring out for Tasha. I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t gotten her a ring. While we were there all I saw were rings that would look perfect on Candy’s finger. On impulse, I bought one. I was picking it up today.
I’m nervous as hell. I know Candy can sense something off. She has been acting strange lately and all I can think is that she knows something is up with me. I am afraid to tell her what I’ve done. What if she turns me down?
We haven’t said those three little words, yes but I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones and in the way my body responds to her. She is most definitely it for me.
I wrote up my letter of resignation and sent it in. To say the magazine is pissed would be an understatement. They were absolutely livid. I checked my contract and I am within my rights to cancel, but that doesn’t mean they took me leaving lightly.
I know I’m in over my head and I’m drowning. I purchased a cute little two-story contemporary home two blocks from the shop. Little may be an understatement. It’s a five bedroom five bath. It has a fenced in yard, a built-in barbecue grill in the back, a balcony overlooking the back yard from the master, an in ground pool with Jacuzzi.
I had the large open concept kitchen completely outfitted with state of the art appliances. Other than the five bedrooms the house had a den, a large office for us to share, a family room, media room, and a large spacious living room.
When I first saw the house I knew it was the one. It has plenty of room to start a family and for us to grow into. Milo thinks I’m pulling the cart before the horse and that I have completely gone off my rocker.
Maybe he is right. I just don’t care. Like I said, I’m in trouble. My world revolves around this woman and I want her for the long haul.
After I pick up the ring I am supposed to meet her at the shop. She told me she needs to talk to me. I am hoping that this goes the way I hope. Deep down I am terrified that she is going to break things off and in turn break my heart.
I don’t think I can stand to be hit with that. My heart couldn’t take it. How did I change from a world traveling playboy to a pussy whipped fool in love? This woman has the power to destroy me and I just don’t care. I fucking love her.
Chapter Thirteen
Candy
Patton has been acting strange the past few weeks. I know we have only been together for just under two months. I’m afraid he is going to leave me. I know he said he couldn’t make any promises. I guess deep down I thought that the connection we had was real and that it would grow.
He hasn’t told me that he loves me but I can feel it in his touch and the way he holds me and makes love to me. The first few weeks we spent every moment of every day together. Here lately he has been leaving with Milo a lot and not coming home until late.
I worry that he is growing tired of me and is itching to leave. It pains me to think that I may be losing him. I don’t expect him to spend every moment of every single day with me. That would be absurd. I just wish I knew what was going on with him.
I had been feeling off and more tired than usual. At first, I thought it was all of the hours I put in at the new shop. Business has been amazing and we stay busy throughout the day. I found out today that it was something more. I am absolutely terrified to tell Patton. I don’t want him to think that I tricked him or that I am trying to trap him.
I was grateful that he had some errands to do today. It gave me the opportunity to go to the doctor without alerting Patton. Sometimes I think he worries too much about me. Isn’t it funny, I think he worries about me too much and then I think he is leaving me? Maybe it’s my hormones out of whack.
I had asked Patton to meet me at the shop after we close. I am nervous as hell and terrified of his response to the news I have. I could keep it from him and let him live his life but I feel that would be dishonest. What if he isn’t leaving? How would I explain me not telling him?
Tasha and I have patched things up the best we can. I know she means well but she just doesn’t seem to trust Patton. She is worried that he is going to leave me and that I will just fall apart. I understand her concern. It doesn’t help that I feel that her words are a small dig at me. I have never had a boyfriend before Patton, what if he stays or what if he leaves and I don’t fall apart. I had honestly hoped that she would have more faith in me than what she does.
Needless to say, after our spat, Tasha hasn’t come back to the shop. I hired two more girls to help me out. I never thought I would be so busy as to need several employees. If business continues I will need to hire more. It’s such a satisfying feeling knowing I have accomplished so much.
I’ve finished all of my prep work and the shop is in perfect order. It’s amazing how quickly work gets done when you have nothing but worrying on your mind. My eyes keep glancing at the clock on the wall. Time seems to be traveling at a snail’s pace.
I looked up from my perch at the prep table to check the clock and I see Patton. My heart begins to hammer in my chest. He is wearing a pair of distressed faded blue jeans and a charcoal gray t-shirt that molds to his skin. My core immediately flushes with heat like it does every time I see him.
I can’t seem to get enough of him. I need him like the very air I breathe.
“Hey, baby,” he calls out to me.
His face is a mask of worry and it feels like I’ve swallowed a handful of gravel. My stomach bottoms out. A sense of dread overcomes me.
“Hey,” I call back to him.
I pat the seat beside me, beckoning him to come and sit next to me. I watch as he walks over. His body moves with the same fluid grace he has in bed. He is a wet dream come to life.
“We need to talk,” We both say in unison.
“You first,” He offers.
I can see the weariness in his eyes. I decide to let him go first. If he is leaving me I don’t want to saddle him down with my worries.
“No, please, you go,” I encourage him.
His skin pales, I can tell he is nervous and afraid.
Patton drops down to his knee in front of me and immediately my heart stills. This can’t be right. He isn’t doing this.
“Candice, I know we h
ave only been together for a few weeks but I just can’t help myself. I’ve fallen in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulls a small black box from his pocket and opens it. A large square diamond shines against the satin white interior of the box.
My hands fly up to my mouth as I struggle to breathe.
“I know it’s fast, but I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. Candice Elizabeth Frye, will you marry me?”
I immediately yank him into my arms and cover his face with kisses. Tears of joy stream down my face. I have never been so happy before in my life.
“Oh my God, yes,” I repeat the words over and over.
“I love you so much.” I profess to him.
“I love you, too, baby.” He says between kisses.
I had been terrified that he was leaving me. Never once had I imagined that he would want to spend the rest of his life with me.
We break apart and he slips the ring on my finger. It fits perfectly. I can’t help but stare at it in amazement.
“What did you want to tell me?” He asks. I can sense the hesitancy in his voice.
Immediately I seize up. How will he take the news? I fumble for the right words, unable to find them. Remembering the small black and white photographs I have in my purse I rush to grab them. Patton is fresh on my heels.
I reach into my bag and fish out the string of photos the doctor printed off for me and thrust them out to Patton. He takes them in his hand and studies them. I watch his face as he tries to register what I have given him. I know the moment it has clicked.
His face goes from confusion to a blank mask. I am immediately terrified that he is upset and that the baby is not something he wants.
“Is this what I think it is?” He asks his voice just above a whisper.
“What is it that you think it is?” I probe him.
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