Edible Delectables

by Amy Wiseman

  Drying off, Kara reached for her robe and put it on, then twisted her hair into a towel on top of her head to dry. She opened the door and poked her head out to look for Jason, gasping in surprise at finding him sitting on her bed hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees.

  "Hey," she stuttered out.

  "Hey," he softly replied.

  She walked over to stand in front of him and he reached for her hand.

  "I'd never leave without saying something," he said earnestly, staring into her eyes, his eyes seeming to will her to believe him.

  "Oh God, Jason, I'm so sorry I overreacted." Kara sat down on the bed next to him, her hand still holding his, and hung her head slightly in shame. “I guess I was being insecure,” she admitted sheepishly.

  Jason pulled his hand slowly from hers and reached over, rubbing her back softly, “You have no reason to be insecure, Kara. I want whatever this is going on between us to continue.” He sat up straight and turned to look at her bed, noticing for the first time that it was bare. "What happened to the sheets?"

  Kara blushed and hung her head lower, covering her face with her hands. "I … may have … stripped the bed and thrown them away," she finished, mumbling so quietly it was almost impossible for him to hear what she had said.

  "Kara," Jason said, looking at her, but she refused to look up. The quiet of the room was interrupted as Jason started laughing, finally causing Kara's head to pop up and look at him.

  "Is that what you were doing in the dumpster?" His eyes were glowing with amusement.

  "Eva was offended at my disregard for fine linens," Kara offered. Jason let out another chuckle.

  As she was watching him, Kara remembered she was sitting next to him, mostly naked. Hesitating for a moment, she reached over and placed her hand on Jason's shoulder. He looked up at her expectantly.

  "I'm really sorry for freaking out. You're a great guy, and I know that." Jason began to interrupt but Kara continued, "How's your patient? The one you were called in for." His eyebrows rose sharply, surprised she asked, then he smiled softly.

  "He's fine. He's got pneumonia, but we've got it under control, and he’s going to be alright," Jason answered, obviously pleased at her interest in his work. He reached up to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers, causing her skin to flame up wherever he touched her. She grasped his face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him gently, which he responded to immediately, encircling her with his arms, and opening his mouth to hers. He met her hot tongue with fervor, pulling the damp towel from her hair, then gripping her waist, he prepared to lay her back.

  He looked startled when Kara let go of his face and pulled away, as though concerned he had done something wrong. That was until she moved to kneel between his legs. She trailed her hands down his chest, looking up at him through hooded and smoldering eyes and she could see his pulse pick up, pounding through the vein in his neck, from his anticipation. He licked his lips, and watched her hands as they moved to the button of his pants, swiftly popping it open, then slowly pulling the zipper down. She reached her hand into his pants and found his erection ready for her. As her hand gripped him he swallowed hard, watching her intently.

  Kara pulled him free and lowered her mouth, taking him inside as she licked the tip back and forth, then released him, gently nibbling her way down his length before licking her way back up. She once again engulfed him, taking him in as far down to his base as she could, while her hand came up to grip where her mouth couldn't reach. Her other hand drifted down, lightly touching his balls, cupping them and then very gently massaging them.

  Jason groaned, his hands closing into fists on his thighs as his head dropped back, then snapped forward again, his eyes opening with need, watching Kara as she continued her ministrations. He unclenched his fists and gently grasped her head, running his fingers through her hair as his breathing increased. Kara worked him up and down, moving her hands in tandem with her mouth, occasionally stopping to flick the tip, then returning to his length immediately. It wouldn’t be long before she knew he would be warning her of his impending orgasm. Jason held Kara’s head lightly letting out a loud moan, his breath catching as she sped up and he got closer to his release.

  "Aaagh! Kara, I'm going to come," he cried out desperately. She didn't stop, but instead increased her suction on his length, and with the hand cupping his balls, she used her middle finger to press hard on his perineum. His reaction was instantaneous as he almost shot off the bed, releasing into her mouth. Swallowing wasn't something Kara enjoyed, but in this case she was willing to suck it up. Literally.

  “That was … amazing.” Jason dropped back on the bed breathing heavily, one hand still in her hair. Out of nowhere Kara began to giggle, which then morphed into full-on laughing. He popped his head back up, somewhat shocked, and stared at her. Kara felt bad, he was obviously uncomfortable being so exposed while the woman who had just given him a spectacular blow job laughed at him. That’s right, she knew it was spectacular.

  “I’m sorry …” Kara gasped, then snorted and bowled over laughing until she dropped to the floor. Not really knowing what else to do, Jason sat up and tucked himself back in his pants, watching Kara, confusion and concern with her reaction written all over his face.

  “Uh, Kara?” Jason watched as she sat up, wiping her eyes and waving him off.

  “I’m sorry,” Kara giggled and covered her mouth, trying desperately to regain some control. “Ah! Jason, I’m sorry, it’s just one of those days and what you said, it was … I had a conversation earlier with Eva, and …” She giggled again, “I was sort of lacking for words and …It was amazing. All of it. Last night, now … ugh! It was one of those you had to be there moments, and the stress of the day triggered it …” Would the word vomit ever stop? “Gah! I can’t shut up!” Kara cried, clasping her hands over her mouth. Jason couldn’t help but begin laughing himself as he reached over to pull her hands away.

  He took her into his arms and pulled her with him as he fell backward onto the bed. Kara tumbled on top of him where he held her firmly in place. She couldn’t resist leaning forward to peck his lips as they stared at one another. He brushed her hair behind her ear with his right hand, and cupped her cheek as he leaned in for a deeper kiss, which Kara eagerly responded to. His hand slid from her face down the front of her chest, nudging her robe open and caressing her breast. She sat up readily, straddling his legs they worked together to quickly discard his shirt, then she shimmied down his legs pulling his pants with her. She was about to toss his pants to the side of the bed when she stopped and reached into his pocket. She pulled his cell phone out and placed it on her side of the bed, then dropped his pants on the floor as Jason gave her a questioning look.

  “If you get called into work tonight, I want to make sure I know.” Kara smiled as Jason chuckled and agreed. He reached out and tugged on the belt of her robe, letting it fall completely open, and slipped it off her shoulders before pulling her back down on top of him.

  Thankfully, he didn’t get called back into work that night.

  Chapter Ten

  Waking up next to Jason the following morning was everything Kara had wanted it to be the day before. He was absolutely adorable as she watched him in his sleep, the morning light giving his hair a soft glow. Every now and then he would mumble something, and his lips would quirk into a small hint of his adorable dimpled smile. Kara watched him for awhile, mesmerized, wishing she could take a picture. When she could no longer hold back from touching him, she reached out and swept the hair from his forehead, causing him to stir. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep. Finally, having awoken fully, he focused on Kara, giving her a sexy morning after smirk that made her wish she could call in sick to work. Unfortunately, when you own your own business, there's nobody to call in. Also unfortunately, Kara had orders to fill, and couldn't lie in bed all day sexing her hot new doctor boyfriend. Even if she really wanted to; and she did, really, really want to.

  "G
ood morning," he greeted her, his voice husky with sleep.

  "Mmmhmm," Kara agreed wagging her eyebrows, a big grin spreading across her face, and he chuckled in return at the innuendo. "But I have to go to the bakery." She pouted, giving him a small frown. Jason responded with a breathy laugh as he reached out to touch her face.

  "Okay," he replied, gently trailing his hand from her cheek down to her shoulder as he gazed at her with adoration.

  "Do you work today?"

  Jason shook his head no, "I go in tomorrow from two to ten," he answered, his hand now trailing across her ribs as he scooted closer to her.

  She brightened at his words, as well as in response to his closeness. "Would you like to have dinner tonight? I'll cook." Kara hoped maybe he would stay again; she had never slept as well as she had the previous night, lying next to him.

  "I'd like that," he answered as she leaned forward to give him a kiss before slipping out of his grasp and reaching down to the floor for her robe to slip on.

  "I'm going to take a shower, and then I’ll make you pancakes," she announced, leaning over him unable to resist kissing him once more, only this time his arms snaked around her waist and held her there. Fuck it, I own the bakery, I can be a little late...

  The day went by rather quickly, as Kara remained busy finishing projects for different clients. The princess cake was done, a complete success, and just today she had secured another wedding cake account. The wedding cakes were her favorites to bake. While they took the most time and effort to create, there was just something about being a part of a couple’s special day that made it all worth it. And then there were the theme cakes, Kara always had fun with those. Her current work in progress was a fortieth birthday ‘over the hill’ themed cake that was almost done. In between all these projects she had smaller orders for cupcakes and other delicious pastries that would keep her oven going throughout the day.

  Eva had called earlier in the day to check in, wanting to know how Kara's evening had gone, and had begged to have lunch to get all the details; however, Kara was far too busy and said she would call Eva the following day. Of course she didn't mention she would be calling her after Jason began his shift, and therefore only after he was available to spend time with her. She didn't need everyone knowing how fast she was falling for him. Because she was. Falling for him.

  Sometime during the afternoon rush, Jason also called, just to check in. Her heart had pounded in excitement when she saw his number after glancing at the caller ID. He was heading to the gym soon, but wondered if there was anything he could bring for their dinner she was making later that night. With his call and reminder of their dinner plans, Kara was startled to realize the time and was suddenly acutely aware of how late she would need to be at the bakery that evening. She debated internally for a moment but in the end regretfully postponed their dinner, which Jason agreed to graciously, although she could tell he was a little disappointed at not being able to see her that evening. Knowing of his desire to spend time with her lifted her spirits for the remainder of the day.

  ~*~

  Slightly frustrated at Kara’s unavoidable cancellation, Jason headed to the gym to work out. The last two days had been both stress inducing and stress relieving, and he hoped a good hard workout would balance everything out. As he drove his mind drifted back to the day before, when Eva had told him off over the phone; it had sent Jason into a panic. He had never dreamed that Kara wouldn't remember him waking her before he left. Upon learning how upset she’d been, he instantly regretted not leaving a note, or at least sending her a text on her phone at some point to, let her know what was going on. He vowed to make sure never to do that again.

  There was a small part of him that felt slightly alarmed at how fast this new relationship was progressing, and he wasn't sure how to assimilate these new feelings; especially not when they so closely intertwined with old feelings. Kara had been somebody Jason had thought about intermittently throughout the years. Those thoughts had been random clips of memories of a girl he barely knew in high school, yet they always caused something in his chest to stir. He couldn’t help but now feel those were years wasted, time he could have gotten to know her better, maybe even have had a relationship with her. They’d both practically admitted to one another there had been an attraction between them back then, and now here they were on the precipice of something, and he wasn’t sure where it might lead.

  At the gym Jason hit the treadmill first, deciding to run a few miles before lifting weights. He plugged in his earbuds, found a good workout mix, and let his mind clear as he ran. An hour later, as he was finishing his run, he looked up to see somebody standing next to his machine. Startled, it took him a second to realize it was Jaime as he grabbed the handrails before stumbling and falling off the treadmill.

  “Hey,” he panted, hitting the power down button. “What are you doing here?” He grabbed his towel and wiped his sweaty face before grabbing his water bottle and taking several large gulps. Without waiting for her reply he climbed down from the treadmill and walked over to the spray bottle of disinfectant, grabbing it along with a few paper towels to clean any sweat off the machine.

  “Well, I thought I’d start with a facial and then get my nails done,” Jaime answered sarcastically, as she watched her brother finish up with the treadmill.

  Jason rolled his eyes and made his way to the trash to throw the paper towels away.

  “I’m actually meeting somebody,” Jaime admitted, following him to the trash bin.

  “Who?” Jason asked, as he started walking toward the weights with Jaime following behind.

  “A guy I’ve been seeing,” Jaime answered offhand. Jason stopped walking and turned to his sister. He quirked his eyebrow and rolled his hand, motioning for more information.

  “Just a guy,” Jaime insisted, “nobody to really mention yet. How was your date?” she asked, attempting to switch the focus from her personal life onto Jason, as they settled down near the free weights. He sat down on a bench and began doing curls, not answering her question.

  “That bad?” she asked, cringing, when he didn’t say anything right away.

  Jason let out a short laugh, “No, it was really good actually.” Jaime sat down on the bench next to him and started lifting lighter weights, mimicking his motions.

  “That’s all you’re going to give me?” she pressed. “I did help you dress. I deserve something in return, you know.” Jason again rolled his eyes, and switched the weight to his other hand.

  “Alright, I’ll make a deal with you,” he started, “give me a little more on Mr. Unmentionable and maybe you’ll get a little more on Kara.”

  Jaime sighed and put her weights down. “Fine, but first you have to promise not to be all overprotective. No background checks.” She gave him a stern look.

  “It was one time, Jaime! And he was shady!” Jason defended himself while Jaime huffed in response.

  “Whatever. Fine, his name is Ryan. He’s a computer programmer and he’s twenty-eight,” she finally gave in.

  “Ryan what?” Jason smirked and Jaime threatened to throw a weight at his head.

  “No, now your turn. Spill.” Jason set the weights down and wiped his forehead again.

  Leaning over with his elbows on his thighs he looked his sister in the eyes. “Well, we went to dinner, had dessert at her place, there was a misunderstanding, we made up, and we had plans for dinner tonight but she's working late so we had to postpone. I'm thinking I might go see her at the bakery, though.” Jason briefly summarized his last two days.

  Jaime just stared at him with wide eyes that narrowed in scrutiny. Her mouth dropped open as the realization hit, “You slept with her!” she practically yelled, pointing at him as though he were a criminal.

  “Jaime, Jesus Christ, keep your voice down!” He looked around to see if anybody had heard his sister’s outburst, thankful that nobody seemed to be paying them any attention.

  “Let me get this straight,” Jaime held u
p her finger in thought, “you had sex with the girl you’ve been crushing on since high school, on your first date,” she emphasized, “and then you managed to blow it somehow, enough to have to ‘make up’ with her? What did you do?!” Once again her voice had risen and Jason glared at her.

  He looked away frustrated and sighed in exasperation, “I got called into work.” He shrugged.

  Jaime stared at her brother in silent scrutiny once again, as though knowing there was more to it than that.

  “You left,” she concluded with a dangerous amount of calm, he could see she was beginning to understand what happened. “Oh. My. God. Jason, did you not tell her you were leaving?” she asked incredulously, her voice thankfully remaining low now as though she were scandalized with his dirty secret.

  “I did!” This time it was his voice that was elevated and several patrons turned their way. “I told her the service called and a patient of mine was being admitted, I needed to go in.” he defended himself, lowering his voice and glancing around the room again. While his sister had no problem with public displays, they generally made Jason uneasy.

  Jaime’s eyes narrowed at her brother, “Was she awake?”

  He was silent for a moment before her stare forced him to answer. “I thought she was,” Jason admitted bleakly.

  Jaime continued to look at her brother without saying a word. Then, finally, she calmly asked, “Were her eyes open? Because usually that’s a pretty good indicator that somebody is awake.”

  He didn’t reply and Jaime had her answer. After a moment of silence she burst out laughing.

  “You … are … hopeless …” she gasped between guffaws.

  “Thanks,” Jason muttered, rolling his eyes at his sister’s idea of support

  Finally catching her breath, Jaime composed herself. “Oh, Jason, I can always count on you.” He didn’t reply but rubbed his forehead with his middle finger.