“In this room, yes, I have the biggest dick, and I know how to use it. In the room downstairs, you have the biggest dick, and honestly, that turns me the fuck on more than anything else. You don’t mess with Haylee Davis. I learned early on that paying attention to what she had to say and what she could teach you were what showed your intelligence, not trying to one-up her skill with skills you don’t have yet.”
I stared up at his face, my hand coming up to caress the stubble at his cheekbone. “You make yourself out to be untalented and uneducated. That’s so far from the truth. You’re incredibly skilled at what you do, Brady. I’ve learned just as much from watching you work with bread dough as you have from me with everything else.”
“That’s what makes us the perfect team. That’s also why I’m not worried that after I make you come multiple times tonight, we won’t be able to walk downstairs in the morning and keep doing what we’ve always done.”
I grasped his hand and walked backward toward the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” he asked, his feet following me reluctantly.
“To my bedroom. You said you wanted to see my cupcake. Did you change your mind?”
“Hell no,” he answered, his hand back on my ass, kneading, caressing, and moaning at the feel of it under his hand. “I can’t wait to get this ass bare.” He groaned then, and it wasn’t a sound of pleasure. I swung my head back to stare at him with a question in my eye. “I don’t have any protection,” he said. “Dammit. Is the pharmacy still open?”
I turned and braced my hands on his chest. “I’m afraid not.”
“Then we can’t go that far, but we will take care of business to get us through until tomorrow night.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for years, but I’m still on the pill, Brady. What about you? I know you have dated a lot.”
He grasped my chin and kissed my lips hard, nipping, and biting at them until our chests were heaving. “Dating a lot and sticking Little Brady in everything that walks are two different things, Haylee. I don’t. The women I have been with have been few and far between, and I always wore a condom. I think the last one was about three and a half years ago.”
“Wait. What?” I asked, my head tipped to the right. “I know you’ve dated women since then.”
His finger trailed down my cheek as he backed me up toward the bedroom door. “I have, but I didn’t sleep with them. There is only one woman who makes my dick this hard. I’m looking at her. I kept trying to find a woman who made me as hard as you do with just a look, but there were none.”
“No wonder you’re in pain then,” I said, a frown on my face. “Three years is a long time to be celibate. Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Why do you think I kissed you in the damn cooler today? I couldn’t take the pressure of waiting for you to notice me any longer. You’ve rebuffed my advances for years. I knew you were scared then, and I know you’re scared now. I also know we can’t keep pretending we don’t want this, can we?”
My head swung mutely, and he grasped my cheek, holding it still. “It would be kind of hard now,” I agreed.
“It’s definitely hard. Harder than it has ever been,” he teased.
“I think I know how to relieve that.” I sat down on the bed and tugged him between my legs. “It starts by removing these.” I unhooked his belt and lowered his zipper, but his hand grasped mine before I got any further.
“Not so fast, cupcake. I’ve dreamed about this for six years. I’m calling the shots.”
“Where does this little fantasy begin?” I asked, leaning back on my palms.
“With you wearing fewer clothes. Let’s start there.”
He stripped my tank top over my head to reveal my plump breasts. “Fuck, cupcake,” he said, his eyes pinned to my chest. My eyes were pinned to his dick bobbing in his pants in reaction to them.
“Lie back, gorgeous.”
I did what he asked, my legs still hanging off the bed when he knelt on it, his eyes traveling the full length of my chest before his finger trailed down my right breast. “My mouth is watering,” he whispered before his lips captured the left nipple in his teeth. While his tongue teased that one into a peak, his hand massaged the other one, his moan humming through my chest.
“Better than the dream?” I asked, the last word ending in a moan when he switched breasts to lick and suck the other one.
“Hell yes,” he moaned, kissing his way down my bare belly to my navel. His tongue dipped in, making me buck with pleasure. It was when my ass hit the bed again that I registered my sleep shorts were gone, and I was bare to him.
His hand went to the front of his shorts to stroke himself while he stared at me wide open to his gaze. I tried to cover myself with my hand, but he grasped it.
“Don’t you dare think about covering up this kind of mouthwatering cupcake.”
“You can look, but you can’t touch. Not when you’re wearing that many clothes.”
“What about eating that cupcake? Is that allowed?” he asked, stripping his shirt off to reveal a chiseled chest covered in fine, barely-there blond hair.
I chuckled, a smile lifting my lips seductively. “You want to eat my cupcake?”
His moan filled the room for seconds before he could speak again. “First, I want to lick it. Then, once I’ve had a taste, I’m going to nibble at it so I can savor the experience. Then I’m going to dip my tongue in to taste the sweetness waiting for me before I gobble it up until your cupcake is nothing but crumbs on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Brady,” I hissed, my earlier modesty gone and my hips thrusting into the air.
“That’s what I’m going to do when I finish eating.”
“If you’d take those pants off, I could knead your bread while you snack on my cupcake.”
His growl was accompanied by the flinging of his shorts across the room. When his bread bounced free, it was my moan that filled the space. “Brady,” I sighed, my hand caressing his velvety skin. “This is the most magnificent loaf of bread I’ve ever seen. God, I want to taste you so much right now.” My thumb swiped its way through the moisture at his tip, and I sucked my thumb off while gazing up at him. His eyes had gone black with desire, and he pushed me backward gently, kneeling and lifting my legs over his shoulders.
“You’re the magnificent one. Now, let me have my snack.”
He kissed his way up each thigh, stopping just short of my cupcake each time to tease me. When he did what he promised and took a lick, I cried out. My thighs quivered with desire until he parted them further. His nose nuzzled into the crevice of my center to kiss along each lip before he licked the full length of me. Another moan ripped from my lips, and I crushed my thighs against his ears.
“You promised we could both have a snack,” I said, my greediness to taste him the way he tasted me too much to fight.
“I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty happy where I am,” he said against the center of me, making my hips thrust upward to get closer to his tongue.
“I could make you happier,” I said on a sigh.
“I’m a smart enough man to know that’s true,” he agreed, lowering my legs to the floor.
I scooted backward, and he situated himself, motioning for me to throw a leg over his chest and back up to his lips.
“I’ll crush you,” I said awkwardly, but he grasped my leg rather than answer, leaving me no choice but to swing it over him.
“Holy hell, cupcake. This ass is going to be the death of me,” he hissed right before his hands grasped it, and his tongue went back to the snack he’d been enjoying.
He was hard and bobbing with desire, and the moisture waiting at his tip was more than I could resist. My tongue darted out and captured it, sucking gently to taste his saltiness. His hips bucked, and I swallowed him deeper than I’d planned, holding him there while his moan rocketed through the both of us at lightning speed. I sucked him in deeply twice, enjoying the shiver that ripped through him each time. When I let him slip fr
om between my lips, I licked him up and down while he hummed with desire against my thighs. On a breath, I sucked him in deep again and moaned with him for a long thrust. It was my turn to laugh against his tip when his thighs shook uncontrollably. I was ready to gloat until he slid a finger inside my wetness to tease me while his tongue licked and sucked.
“Oh, you’re as sweet and wet as I knew you’d be,” he hissed, his hot breath blowing on my core until I shivered. “As much as I love having my dick in your mouth, I want to be in this sweet cupcake even more.”
He deftly flipped me over until I was under him, and he was kneeling over me like a hawk, his lips on mine again in a hungry tangle of tongues. I was so turned on I was worried the bed was going to combust soon if we didn’t blow off some of this steam. “I still don’t have any protection. You’re okay with that?”
“I didn’t think you’d knitted any while you were busy eating your snack,” I said, against his lips. “I want to feel your warmth inside me, Brady,” I whispered, grasping his face in my hands. “I want you to fill me with your need and desire. All of it, every last drop.”
“I don’t deserve you, cupcake,” he hissed, his hands already gripping my hips to pull me toward the end of the bed. “I sure as hell am going to oblige you, though. Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered. Once I did, he grasped my ass and held me up in the air. “If I have you once, I’ll never get enough. Do you understand me?”
My head nodded before I thought about it, and he plunged inside me with a ferocity I wasn’t expecting but welcomed all the same. Our moans mingled when he buried himself all the way to my core and paused, waiting for me to relax. “God, Brady,” I cried, the room hazy around me as I focused on him and nothing else. “It’s never been like this before.” His hands lifted my hips, and he sank into me another inch, all of him surrounded by my wetness.
“For me either,” he growled, his hands stroking my hips while he stayed buried deep inside me without moving. “I don’t want to move and end this feeling.”
“If you don’t move, I can’t make you feel even better.”
His hips bucked then, and I locked my ankles behind him, thrusting him back inside me. His hands used my hips as handles while he pumped in and out of me slowly, drawing me up to the clouds but not letting me stay there. Every moan, every thrust, every time he breathed my name in that voice of disbelief and reverence, I wanted to come around him. I was filled with an emotion I couldn’t name, or maybe I just didn’t want to.
He leaned down, capturing my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth in the same rhythm he thrust his hips. “Fuck, Haylee,” he moaned, his hips thrust deep and still. “I’m so close. I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”
I grasped his face, holding him close to my lips. “Don’t hold back. I’m so ready to fly with you, please.”
His hips thrust forward again, and his lips were on mine before my words died off. He broke off the kiss, lifted my ass with his hands and pumped into me, pressing his thumb to my swollen, engorged button until I moaned, the waves of release starting at the same time I called his name. “Come with me, Brady!” I called, my voice distant to my ears.
“You’re ruining me, cupcake,” he answered, buried deeply inside me as I spasmed around him. “Oh God,” he called, and then his warmth filled me as I milked every last drop of emotion from him until he collapsed against me, his nose buried in my neck as we searched for air in a room that was filled with nothing but emotion.
He pressed his groin into me, and let the shudders rack him with every breath.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I admitted, rubbing his back once we caught our breath.
“I was,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. “I was.”
I waited, but he said nothing more.
Fourteen
The door to the cooler opened and then closed again in quick succession. I glanced up, startled from my daydreams of Brady cupping my cupcake, to see my bestie standing by the cooler door, holding the handle closed.
“What’s up?” I asked, going back to my cupcake counting.
“What’s up? I don’t know, but something is!” she hissed, her cheeks red and her eyes wild. “We aren’t leaving here until you tell me what it is!”
I pushed the tray of black forest cupcakes back onto the rack and stifled a yawn. I didn’t get more than thirty minutes of sleep between rounds of making love with Brady last night. Wait. Can I call it making love? It was just sex, right? Lots and lots of sex. I sighed internally. I’d been having this argument with myself all morning, and I was getting nowhere fast.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Amber. Nothing is up. Are you okay?”
Amber huffed and tossed her hand onto her hip. “It’s almost nine a.m., and you two are standing out there with the most ridiculous grins on your face that I’ve ever seen! Something is up! I know he came to your apartment last night to apologize for the kiss.”
“Oh, he came,” I agreed, biting my cheek to keep from grinning to hard. “Many times.”
“Shut up!” she exclaimed, falling to one knee. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
I stared at her silently until she motioned for me to speak. “You just told me to shut up four times.”
“Talk,” she hissed, “it’s cold in here.”
“Long story short, he brought dinner, we ate, I talked to him about taking over as full-time bread baker, and then things devolved to no underwear and lots of sex.”
“Haylee! What the hell? With Brady? Finally?”
There was so much shock, surprise, awe, confusion, and questions inside her that I didn’t know what to address first.
“Yes, with Brady. I’m not sure about the finally part.”
Her eyes rolled nearly all the way around before she pinned them on me again. “Pretend all you want, but we both know finally is the perfect word. You’ve been dancing around each other for years! Oh my God!” she exclaimed, waving her hand in front of her face. “I think I’m having a heart attack. I need to sit down.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest since I was getting cold, too. “It’s only been recently that I started to trust him enough to consider taking this step.”
“He’s been dating as much as you have,” my bestie pointed out.
“He has, but like me, it’s been half-hearted.” Her brow went up in the air, and I held up my hand. “I believe him. What he said in so many words reflected my experiences with dating. He could never find someone who was just the right match. Everyone was always just a hair off-center.”
She motioned at the door of the cooler. “Because the one who was the right match was standing right there the whole time!”
“You are quite excitable this morning,” I said on a yawn. “How much coffee have you had.”
“It has nothing to do with coffee and everything to do with the fact that I got eight hours of sleep because I wasn’t boinking the baker!”
“Boinking the baker. I like that. I bet a chick could write a whole romance novel based on that title alone.”
Amber lowered her brow at me and growled. “You’re deflecting.”
I held up my hands in defense. “I will not argue that I was boinking the baker, and all I’m going to say is, that boy knows how to knead.”
Her eyes widened, and then laughter tumbled out until she had to sit down on the floor and lean against the door. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am right now. I knew something was up because I’ve rarely ever seen you like this.”
“Like what?” I asked curiously.
“Happy. Really, truly, you can’t bring me down, happy. I’ve seen it once before, and that was eight years ago when we opened the doors of The Fluffy Cupcake. I haven’t seen it since. I’m so relieved to know he’s going to take care of you now.”
I took a step forward and knelt in front of her, sticking my finger in her chest. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me, most es
pecially a man!”
“Whoa, simmer down, Petunia,” she whispered, using her childhood nickname for me. It’s funny what happens when you pick someone else’s petunias. You get a nickname for life. “I just meant sexually and maybe, eventually, your heart.” Amber stood and hugged me tightly. “Brady told me he was worried he’d screwed it all up when he kissed you in the cooler.”
“We talked about it, and he apologized. He promised it wouldn’t happen again and that us sleeping together upstairs wouldn’t change anything when we are downstairs.”
She tucked my hair back behind my ears and straightened my apron. “Do you believe him?”
“Time will tell, but for the most part, I do. He’s never been about his ego, and I don’t see that changing now. He has had multiple opportunities to have issues being managed by two women, and he never has.”
“No, he hasn’t. I don’t think he’s wired that way. He’s easy to work with because he’s a team player. He isn’t afraid to take criticism and work harder the next time to prove himself. Guys like him are hard to come by, as you know.”
I nodded and took a deep breath, reminding myself that sleeping with Brady was completely different than being in a relationship with him. “I do know, and that probably helped me see that Brady’s a different kind of man. He embraces what other men find off-putting—from my hips to my ass to the fact that I own a bakery. None of that fazes him.”
Amber snorted and rolled her eyes to her hairline. “Not true. The hips and ass, those faze him. He hasn’t taken his eyes off them all morning.”
“That might be due to the promise I made him of a repeat performance tonight,” I said on a wink as I pushed past her and threw the door open.
Brady stood by the door with his arms crossed. “I was worried. Your cupcakes almost burned.”
“I knew you’d look out for my cupcakes,” I said, hip-checking him on my way by to the oven. “But also,” I tapped the timer clipped to the pocket of my coat.
He grinned and kept his arms crossed over his chest as I started pulling cupcakes out of the oven. “What are you doing?” I finally asked without making eye contact.
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