Zack pulls her up short. “Like hell you will.” He glowers at her. “You’ll go with me.”
“If I’m with you, I can’t beat you,” she reminds him, her hands on her hips.
I glance down at Lo, who is trying, and failing, to hide a smile.
“Come on, you’re with me.” Zack takes her hand and leads her into the corn.
“You’re such a damn caveman,” we hear her mutter at him scornfully, making us both laugh.
“So that leaves you and me.” Lo grins and takes a step, but I pull her back against me, into my arms, and brush my nose against hers. “You don’t want to go into the maze?”
“Honestly? I don’t give a shit about the maze. I want to hold you for a few minutes without having those yahoos watching us.”
“’Yahoos?” She laughs. “Who says that these days?”
I laugh with her and nuzzle her nose again before gently kissing her cold lips. “Me.”
“Your lips are warm,” she whispers.
“Yours aren’t.” I kiss her again. “Maybe I should warm them up.”
“I have other parts that have gotten cold out here too.” She grins and tugs at the hem of my shirt under my wool jacket and lays her cold hands on the small of my back, making me jump.
“Jesus, baby, you’re fucking cold!”
She giggles and presses herself against me so I can’t back away. Not that I would back away anyway.
“Do you want me to stop touching you?” She bats her eyelashes at me, making me chuckle.
“Fuck no. I don’t care if your hands are cold or hot or somewhere in between, as long as they’re on me.”
Her smile fades as she watches me, and her breath begins to come in pants, visible in the cold air, and her eyes are sparkling with pure lust.
She rises on her toes and presses her lips to mine, brushing back and forth softly, and unable to handle it anymore, I pull her closer to me and kiss her like mad. My tongue slips between her plump lips and explores her mouth leisurely. When we have to pull back for air, I glide my nose down her jawline to her neck and place a tender kiss on her soft skin.
“You can’t possibly know what you do to me, Lauren.”
“Ew!” Seth exclaims as he and his dog bound out of the corn. “Yuck. Come on, Thor, you shouldn’t have to see this.”
Lo giggles and smiles up at me. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her once more, gently, before pulling back and taking her hand in mine, just as Zack and Jill come out of the maze.
“You guys made it out already?” Jill asks with a scowl on her pretty face.
“You were too slow,” Lo responds with a shrug, and winks at me. “Come on, counselor, let’s go buy some apples and cider. And jam. And I have to go fetch my pumpkin. Oh! And I want some cornstalks for the front porch too.”
“Is there anything else you need?” I ask sarcastically.
“Just you.” She grins.
“The feeling is entirely mutual.”
CHAPTER
Fifteen
LAUREN
“I want to bake a pie,” I announce as Ty and I approach my front door upon our return from the pumpkin patch.
“Tonight?” Ty raises his brow and sets my pumpkin on the porch, then jogs back down to his Jeep to gather my cornstalks and leans them against the house under the cover of the porch.
“Yep.”
“At”—he checks his watch—“almost ten in the evening?”
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” I laugh. “Got a hot date?”
I unlock the door and key the alarm code into the pad on the wall and then lead Ty into the kitchen.
“Most people just don’t start baking pies this late at night.” Ty takes the heavy bags of apples from me and sets them on the counter.
“My parents used to go with me to the pumpkin patch, even when I was a grown woman,” I reply softly, my heart heavy. “It was tradition for my mom and me to bake a pie when we got home, so I want to bake a pie.”
“Then we’ll bake a pie.” Ty kisses my head, then strips out of his coat, pushes the sleeves of his long-sleeved T-shirt up to his elbows, and washes his hands.
“Do you know how to bake pie?” I ask as I also pull off several layers of sweater and scarf and then set apples on the countertop for peeling and gather the other ingredients, including a frozen pie crust, and set the oven for preheat.
“Frozen crust?” Ty grins.
“I have never been able to get them right.” I shrug and wash my hands. “They always fall apart on me. My mom could make them with her eyes closed.”
“I can make a decent pie crust.” Ty’s voice is nonchalant as he roots around in my pantry for the flour.
“You’re gonna make a pie crust from scratch?”
“Sure. If we’re gonna bake a pie, we’re gonna do it right.”
“Okay, you do that and I’ll peel these apples and get them in the pot.”
We work side by side for several minutes, brushing against each other as we pass by and grinning at each other, in relative silence. I get the apples peeled and sliced and into a pot with all the spices to boil.
“Where’s your rolling pin?” he asks softly.
“Over there.” I point to a nearby drawer and watch as he balls up his crust dough, spreads flour over my kitchen table, and begins to roll out the dough, his forearms flexing with his smooth movements. A lock of his hair falls over his forehead and he reaches up to push it back, leaving a streak of white flour across his skin. “That looks like a great way to get out some aggression.”
“It is.” He grins at me. “Wanna try?”
“Sure.”
He passes the rolling pin to me and stands back as I coat it in flour and roll it over the already-flat dough on the table.
“Your ass looks fantastic bent over the table.” A smile is in his voice.
I smirk and pinch some flour in my fingers and throw it at him. “Behave!”
“You just threw flour at me.” He laughs.
“Observant, aren’t you?”
I throw another handful of flour and giggle when he throws some back at me, making it snow over me with white powder.
“You’re making a mess!” I cry, and run around the table to the other side and scoop some flour in my hand and toss it at him.
“You started it, sweetness.” He throws a handful back at me just as I hear the pot on the stove begin to bubble.
“Time out! I have to stir the apples.” I laugh and run to the stove to stir the thickening mixture of apples and cinnamon and sugar. “It smells so good.”
I grab a pie plate and turn around to find that Ty has moved the first pie crust and is rolling out the second one to lay over the top.
“Do you have a pizza cutter?”
I pull the tool out of a drawer and pass it to him, and he makes long strips out of the crust.
“You’re fancy.” I grin while I line the pie plate with the first crust and tuck it around the edges, then walk back to the stove to fill it with the bubbling apples.
He just smirks and raises an eyebrow when he sees me pull a squeeze bottle of caramel sauce out of the pantry.
“I like caramel in my pie.” I squeeze the sweet sauce over the top of the apples.
When I’ve finished, Ty weaves the strips of the remaining crust over the top. “I need one beaten egg,” he instructs me.
When I’ve beaten an egg in a bowl, he brushes it over the top of the crust. “This will make it golden brown.”
“Okay, Martha Stewart.”
He laughs as I push the pie into the oven and set the timer for forty minutes.
“Now”—he grabs the caramel sauce off the countertop and pins me in his sexy gray gaze—“I have plans for this.”
“What kind of plans?” I tilt my head, watching him carefully.
“Come here,” he says, instead of answering my question.
I cross to him and grin up at him.
“Take your shirt off.”
I cock an eyebrow but wordlessly comply, whipping my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor. My bra follows.
Ty’s eyes shine as they glide down to my chest and abdomen and back up to my face. “Pants next.”
“Getting naked was never part of the tradition.” I pull my jeans down my legs and kick them to the side.
“I think we should start a new tradition.”
He loops his arm around my waist and boosts me up onto the countertop and takes several steps back, watching me. Flour still covers his hair and is smudged on his forehead and cheek. His lips quirk up into a grin as he watches me, sitting high up on the counter, my feet dangling and rocking over the side.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful, Lo.”
My cheeks heat as I grin at him. “Thank you.”
“So we have”—he checks the timer on the oven—“thirty-six minutes to play.”
“That’s all you need?” I ask sassily, earning a laugh from him.
“I love your smart mouth.” He leans in and kisses me softly, only touching me with his lips, and it’s driving me crazy to sit here naked and not have his hands on me.
“Ty, I want your hands on me.”
“Oh, they’re gonna be on you, beautiful. Along with some other parts of me.”
“Now,” I whine.
He chuckles before planting a harder kiss on me. “Patience.”
“We only have thirty-five minutes.”
“Plenty of time.” He tips the caramel bottle and draws a heart around my right nipple.
“That’s cold.” I smile.
“I’ll warm you up.” He laves my nipple and the surrounding area with his tongue, licking the caramel off my skin. “Delicious.”
He pulls a line of sauce down my neck to my cleavage and follows with his tongue, licking it off. His eyes are tracking his every move as I lean back on my hands, giving him easier access to all of the skin on my torso.
Ty squeezes more sauce onto me, writing Ty + Lo on my skin, then surrounds it with simple flowers, all connected with stems that end just above my pubic bone.
For being drawn in caramel sauce, it’s not half-bad.
“I’m gonna be all sticky,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll clean you up.” He squats and pushes my legs apart.
“Do not squirt caramel sauce on my pussy!”
“Your pussy is sweet enough without it.” He draws lines down my thighs. My clit tingles, begging for his lips, but he plants a kiss at the innermost point of my thigh, avoiding my core altogether.
“You’re such a tease,” I accuse him with a laugh.
He just smiles up at me and continues the torture, only touching me with the caramel and his lips.
“Did you want me to kiss you here?” He brushes a fingertip lightly over my clit, making my hips come up off the countertop.
“Yes!”
“What about here?” He pulls that finger down through my folds, gently stroking my lips.
“Yes, please.”
He leans in and plants a tender kiss over my clit, then moves down to my entrance, also planting a tender kiss there.
“Where else?”
“Here.” I point to my navel. He leans in and kisses it softly, then looks up at me for additional instructions.
I point to my left nipple. He rises and pulls it into his mouth, watching my eyes with his bright gray ones. I point to my other nipple and he repeats the movement on the other side, gently tugging on my already-puckered nub.
“Ty,” I whisper. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?” He nibbles his way down my torso, licking at the now-warm caramel.
“I need you to make love to me.”
He kneels back onto his haunches and lays the bottle on the counter, then spreads my lips wide and leans in to pull his tongue through my labia to my clit, wraps his lips around it, and sucks in little pulses, making me go mad. I plant my feet on his shoulders and buck my hips against his mouth as fire shoots straight through me. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me to him.
“Fuck, Ty, I’m gonna come.”
He growls and pulls his tongue down to push it into my pussy and presses his thumb against my clit, and I scream as the world falls away. I shiver and shudder and push against his face, riding the wave of this incredible orgasm.
Finally, he stands and unzips his pants and kisses me deeply. I can taste the caramel and myself on him.
“This is going to be sticky as hell,” I warn him. He grins and cups my face in his palms, kissing me like he’s a man starved. I find his uncovered cock and stroke it firmly, brush my thumb over the tip, spreading the drop of dew over the top, and he growls again.
“God, I love your hands.” He lifts me off the counter, sets me on my feet, and turns me around, bent with my legs spread and hands braced on the edge of the island.
“This way we won’t get stuck together.” He massages my pussy with the head of his cock. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
I push back on him as he slips inside me with a curse.
“I’m sorry, sweetness, I’m not in the mood to be gentle.”
“Don’t hold back,” I beg. I want it hard and fast.
He groans and begins to move quickly, pushing in and out, his glorious cock pulling on the walls of my pussy in the most amazing way. I tighten around him and he grips my hips even harder.
“Ah, fuck, baby, your pussy is so damn tight.”
“Harder!” I cry.
He grips my hair roughly in one hand and yanks back as he begins to slam in and out of me like a man on the edge of insanity.
He cries out as he bottoms out and rocks against me, coming long and hard inside me.
“You make me crazy,” he whispers as he releases my hair and plants a wet kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’ll never get enough of you, Lauren.”
I grin as I try to catch my breath.
The timer on the oven dings just as Ty pulls out of me, watching the juices from his climax drip down my thighs. “So fucking hot.”
I chuckle and walk to the oven, check the pie, and set it on a cooling rack. “Pie’s done.”
“Good.” Ty takes my hand in his and leads me up the stairs to my bedroom.
I’m a sticky mess, covered in caramel and flour and Ty. “You don’t want to have a piece of pie?” I giggle.
“I think we need to clean you up first.” He leads me to the bathroom and turns on the shower, leading me inside when it’s hot and the room begins to fill with steam.
“That’s right, you made this mess, you should clean it up.”
He pulls me against him under the water and kisses me hard as he grips my ass and grinds his erection against my belly, smearing the caramel between us.
“Seriously? Already?”
“I swear I’m sixteen again whenever I have your sexy, naked body against me.”
I pull back and soap up my hands and begin to glide them over his tight abdomen, enjoying his taut muscles.
“I thought this was my mess to clean up.” He grins.
“I like touching you,” I whisper, and watch my hands as they move up to his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms. I lather my hands some more and return to his stomach. His belly quivers when I pull my fingertips down the V at his hips.
“Ticklish?”
“No,” he lies.
I smirk and replay the move, skimming his sensitive skin with the pads of my fingertips.
He jumps again.
“Of course you’re not ticklish. You’re badass.”
“Damn right.” He watches me with hot eyes as my hand circles his semihard cock and gently washes him.
“I like this.”
“Do you.” It’s not a question.
“Very much.” I slowly lower myself to my knees. I tilt my head back to look up into Ty’s gaze and brush my lips lightly over the head of him. He hardens instantly in my grasp; his hands fist and his stomach clenches, and when I pull j
ust the head into my mouth and suck gently, he swears under his breath and watches me, waiting impatiently to see where I’ll take him next.
I brace my spare hand on his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles move under my hand, and begin to pump his length. I pull him to the back of my throat and swallow, then pull up and roll my tongue around the rim and over the slit, then repeat the motion, slowly, until his hips are moving in my rhythm.
Finally, he grips my cheeks in his hands and pulls me off him and leans down to kiss me while he pulls me to my feet.
“Any more of that and I’ll come in your mouth.”
“That’s okay with me,” I reply breathlessly.
“No.” He shakes his head and lathers his hands with my body wash. “I’m going to come inside you, after I’ve made love to you for about three days.”
I laugh at his words, but then still as his hands glide over my body, cleaning me thoroughly. When his fingers reach my core, he slows his movements further, teasing me as he washes me, smiling when I gasp and pant and have to grip his arms to stay upright.
“You enjoy this.” I lean in and tug gently on his nipple with my teeth.
“I enjoy you, more than you’ll ever know, sweetness.” His breathing has changed. He shuts the water off and wraps a towel around his hips before drying me off completely. Before he can do so himself, I pull the towel off him and dry him off myself.
“Come.” He pulls the towel from my hand and tosses it aside and leads me to the bed.
With gentle hands, he guides me down onto the bed. The lover from the kitchen is gone and has been replaced by one with tender hands and soft, loving eyes. He rolls me onto my back and covers me with his warm, clean body, resting his pelvis against my own. My fingers glide up and down his back as he settles over me, brushes the hair off my cheeks, and nudges my nose with his.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”
Rather than answer, I capture his lips with my own and kiss him long and slow, pushing my fingers through his thick, raven hair, gliding my hands down his back and arms. I can’t stop touching his smooth, warm skin, everywhere I can reach.
His lips leave mine and travel up to my eyes, over to my cheek, and farther still to my ear as his hips move and his hard cock rubs against my wet, pulsing core.
“I love making love to you,” he whispers, sending tingles through me as he rears back and pushes inside me, then stops when he’s buried as far as he can go.
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