by C. M. Steele
“Do you go to school every day of the week?” Tracy asks, organizing the last of the cookies and brownies on the shelves. We have more in the oven, but they have been selling faster than normal. I think it’s because more people are aware of the bakery and coming for treats. Blake’s right; Valentine’s Day is going to be jam-packed.
“Yes, I wanted to get all the classes I could in at one time.”
“That’s got to be tiring.” I’m about to answer when the door chimes. Both of us look up to see my dad strolling in. He looks around the room as if searching for someone which I suspect is Blake.
“Dad, what brings you here?” I ask, coming from around the counter for a hug. He returns it, but I see that his attention is drawn away from me for a second. It comes back, but I know what I saw. A beeping comes from the kitchen. “Oh, hold on, I need to get the brownies.”
“I can do it,” Tracy offers.
“No, you’ve done a lot today. I’ll get them.” I rush to get them from the oven and let them cool. When I come back out I see that I’ve missed something. The room is heated with tension and they both look upset.
“Can I get you anything, dad?”
“No, I wanted to walk you to your car. I know that’s for your boyfriend, but he’s apparently not reliable.” My dad has been this way any time a guy shows me interest, but the thing is Blake’s the only one I’ve cared if he pushes away. My heart belongs to Blake already. I can’t even fathom the thought that Blake would cut his losses.
“Dad, that’s not fair. Blake is at a business meeting for his real career. He’s been nothing but respectful and sweet.”
“Sorry. You’re my baby girl and I want the best for you.”
“I understand, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”
He threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I’ll try to cool it. Well, are you ready?”
“Do you have this until Blake gets back?” I ask Tracy. I’d hate to leave her alone because I can’t help but think of Tyler’s visits.
“Sure. Good luck at school and with him,” she tilts her head towards my dad. They don’t say bye to each other and I wonder if it’s my imagination or they’re fighting the insane heat between them.
I let his bad attitude go with the others, but I have to put my foot down where Blake’s concerned. I want him more than I want to breathe, and it hurts to be away from him. “Dad, I know you don’t want me to find anyone,” I blurt out, unsure of where I’m going with this.
He stops on the pavement while I walk to my driver’s side door. “Wait right there, young lady. I do want you to find someone. I just want to know that he’s good enough for you and willing to put up with a lot to have you. When your mother walked out, I was young too, but she couldn’t handle when things got tough. She wasn’t ready to be a mother and although I wasn’t to be a father either, I never stopped wanting you. You’ve been my life for so long that I don’t want that to happen to you. Hell, even know I’m still learning and not even sure what I’m getting at. I know Blake’s a good guy, but I’m a dad. It’s my job to worry.”
I get in and lower the window. “I’m fine, dad. We don’t even see each other outside of the bakery, but he made me promise to go on a date on Valentine’s Day.”
“That’s going to be nice.” I nod, then start my engine. It takes two times for it to turn over. “You need to get this hunk of junk into the shop.”
“I think so too, but I don’t have time right now.” With school, homework, and actual work, I can’t afford to go without a car for a week. It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just the middle of winter and it’s an older car. It takes more to start it when the weather is less than perfect. We’re just north of Houston and this winter has been unusually cold. My poor baby is a warm weather beast.
“Make sure it happens soon,” he scolds me.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I agree, rolling my eyes in the process before shifting the car into drive.
“Do you like this guy?” he asks in a hurry to get an answer out of me.
“I really do.” It’s more than that, but that’s all I’m going to tell my dad. So, I pull out, leaving him standing at the curb. As I pull up to the stop sign, I gasp. Leaning on the streetlamp, Tyler is staring at me. He opens his coat just enough for me to see that he’s carrying. I would have peeled out already if it wasn’t for old Mrs. Jenkins crossing with her cane. The moment she gets two feet away from my car, I hit the gas and drive to class. My mind knows it’s not a coincidence, but in order to keep myself sane, spend the rest of the evening lying to myself that it was just a mere run-in. After all, our town is small.
Chapter 6
Blake
A week has passed since I’ve met Amelia. The shop was opened over the weekend, but I had to go back to Houston on Sunday to play catch up. I wanted to ask Amelia to come with, but I promised to give her time. I enter the shop ready to work, but Amelia has taken advantage of the warm front. Today’s high is seventy-five and she’s in a blue paisley skirt that just flows above the knee. She’s wearing a tight top that hugs slender waist and breasts. They bounce when she spins towards me. “Good morning, Blake,” she sings, smiling up at me.
“Damn right it is,” I say, closing the distance and slipping one arm around her waist and the other into her hair. I crush her mouth to mine, kissing her like we both need. I’ve avoided touching her since Tracy walked in on us, but that time is over. Tracy’s off today. I’ve got time to touch my princess. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her into the office because I’m not letting this go with just a kiss. I sit her on the desk, thankful that I’m neat and it’s almost clear.
“Blake,” she moans, thrusting her hands into my hair and grinding her hips. Pulling back, I slowly creep my hand up her thigh until I reach her mound. Her panties are soaked as I stroke her over the material.
She cups my head and kisses my neck, moaning and crying for release. I slip my fingers under her cotton panties and push one into her pussy. My thumb brushes her clit and my woman comes on my hand. I'm so hard that I can't think straight, but I pull back and fix her skirt.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Nudging her nose with my own, I promise her, "No, God no, but if I keep touching I'm going to fuck you right here and now and that's not how our first time should be." I leave the office and go straight to the bathroom. When I come back she’s shyly working again.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to love you right as soon as possible.”
“I want it, too, Blake,” she whispers as she puts the next tray into the oven. I take out two cookie trays while she gets the rolls.
It’s time to open and a line of customers is forming. There’s going to be no time for talking before the day is through. It’s been rough because this whole week I’ve had to split my time between running the managing aspect of the bakery along with my actual job, when really all I want to do is spend it with Amelia. We make it through the day before she has to leave for school. Now I’ve missed her uncontrollably and it shows.
I get to Carly’s and sit on the sofa. I know Amelia will be calling any minute now and I can’t wait to hear about her day. “Hey princess, how was school?” I ask as soon as I pick up the phone. It’s been a long, tedious day without seeing her as much as I wanted to. We had a brief minute alone and it got heated. I pulled back the moment she came, but we spent the day eyeing each other with intent. I pictured different positions several times around the shop.
“Good, I’m getting home right now. I have to start dinner. Do you want to come over?”
“Are you inviting me to dinner?” I ask. My voice gives away my shock. After this morning, I thought she understood any alone time together was going to end with me inside her.
“Yes, why do you sound surprised?”
I’m checking my appearance in the mirror before leaving. I look good enough so I don’t waste time getting ready. Having Amelia in my arms is all I desire. I’m not e
ven hungry. “It’s just a sweet surprise. I’ve been giving you time to come to terms about our future.”
“And what would that be? I believe we have a date, but that’s about it.”
“We’re going to have way more than that. Soon, you’re going to be my wife and carrying my babies,” I growl into the phone as I hop into my truck.
“You know just kissing doesn’t get you there,” she reminds me. I’m doing all I can to drive safely, but this woman is pushing my limits.
“No but fucking you on my sister’s counter isn’t quite romantic or sanitary and I’ve been so damn close that you’d have chocolate in your pussy if I got my way.”
“It definitely would be one hell of an experience,” she replies. My dick is harder than stone at the moment, thinking about eating chocolate out of her sweet pussy. Fuck, I struggle, but I get it together enough to focus on the road.
“Is your dad home?” If he is, this will be a long night. If not, I hope it still will be, but for a different reason.
She giggles before saying, “No, he’s on his overnight shift. He left about fifteen minutes ago. You have me all to yourself.”
“You know I’m already on my way to your place. You better be careful, or I’m going to fuck you on the nearest surface.” I’ve been good at giving her space. Our kisses at the bakery have been few and far between, but every time they were intense. This morning we pushed the limits and now there’s no going back.
“Good, because I’ve been waiting for so long.” I hear the desire and longing. I’m going to come before I get inside her. I pull into her driveway and rush up the stairs. She opens the door and runs into my arms.
“I missed you, princess.” I carry her into the house, closing the door with my foot. “Bedroom?”
“Upstairs to the left,” she moans against my mouth. I manage to find her room and set her on her feet. My hands go to the hem of the skirt she’s been tempting me with today. My hands thrust under her and I cup her ass. She’s not wearing panties and that is hotter than I could imagine. Squeezing her soft cheeks, I pull her against my cock. “You’re mine, Amelia. Are you ready for me?” I rub my length on her, letting her know what’s to come. She moans, her hands tugging on the hem of my shirt, yanking it from my pants.
“Yes, I am, Blake. Please. I need you to take me,” she pants. Her chest rises and falls
“There’s no going back. There’s no nothing going on. We’re getting our fucking Happily Ever After. You understand me?”
“I want it, too. Give me everything you can,” she cries out. I unzip her skirt, sliding it down her legs. Her pussy is on full display for me. Her lips glisten with her desire. I run my fingers along her seam. I want inside her one way or another, any second now.
I remove my hand long enough for her to lift my shirt over my head and me to do the same to hers. She’s standing in front of me completely naked. I stroke myself once. My cock is still trapped in my pants, but I’m too greedy to wait. I kick off my shoes as I walk her backward to the bed. The back of her knees hit the mattress, sending her ass to the bed. I lean over her until she's laying flat.
"I'm going to eat you up, Amelia. I want you to come for me before I take what's mine.” My mouth waters as I lower myself. I roughly part her thighs and press my face to her slit. She pushes away, nervous about what I’m about to do. "Now, do you want to come or not, my princess?" She nods, unable to speak. Her thighs are flexed closed. I spank her pussy, ordering her, "Open." She complies availing me to her perfect pussy. I watch her clench her core, but I'm not sure if she's eager or scared. I run my hands over her thighs until I reach her wet lips. My thumb rubs her little pearl and her hips arch. "Mine," I whisper lovingly before sliding my tongue through her folds. She comes for me, rocking her hips up and down. Fuck, I could eat her out all damn day, but another time. My cock is pulsing in my pants. I stand and pull them down along with my briefs. The tip is dark and angry looking. It’s so damn hard, I don’t know if I’ll manage to last long.
She scoots to the center of the bed, resting her head on the pillows. She’s no longer shy after seeing what she’s done to me. I lick my lips and climb between her legs. My cock bobs on the mattress, leaving a drop of pre-cum on the sheets. Hope her daddy doesn’t do the laundry.
“Are you ready?” I ask, rubbing my cock along her slit. It feels fucking incredible. The soft, welcoming wetness is too inviting. Leaning with one hand holding up my body, I line up my cock with her core and push slowly inside. She’s tighter than I could even imagine. I close my eyes and attempt to relax. Lowering my head to her perfect tits, I rub my jaw along her chest. My tongue peeks out, flicking her nipple before sucking hard. Her back arches and I thrust forward, claiming her for my own.
“Shit,” I grunt, seeing the pain on her face. Her expression changes from a frown to a gentle smile as if she can read my fear. “I’m sorry. I’d hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.”
“I’m fine, Blake. Please don’t stop.”
I say a silent thank you because I didn’t want to but would if she asked. “I’m not, my princess.” I take a kiss, stealing her moans as I rock forward. Her hands release the sheets and slide over my ass. She squeezes and holds me in place, pushing my cock completely into her. I’m fully seated in her and stretching her while she clenches around me. The beads of sweat slide down my spine as I hold back from filling her depths.
“Fuck me, Blake,” she demands. Always obliging, I pump into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders and it spurs me on. Needing her to come again, I move to tease her pussy with my hand. Hitting her nub with my thumb sends her over the edge. I give her two more thrusts before coming hard into her unprotected womb. Drained, I collapse on her. Most of my weight is on her, but as I try to move she holds my body to hers with her thighs wrapped around me.
I roll over and take her with me. We lay there, resting until there’s a beeping noise downstairs. “Oh shit, dinner’s done.”
“I completely forgot about it. Let’s get dressed and eat. Then I say we come back up here and you let me love you again.”
“Sounds wonderful.” She gets up and grabs her clothes before walking out of the room. I do the same and realize the bathroom is in the hall. Shit, I’m glad her dad’s not home. I step out and walk to the bathroom to wash up. Amelia comes out as I go in and I steal a kiss before taking my turn. I’m about to step out when I hear her scream.
I’m about to go downstairs when I see Tyler standing in the middle of the living room. He’s got a gun pointed at my woman. I’m not concerned about me, all I can think about is getting her to safety. I creep down to the last step. She’s worried. I can see it in her eyes. He’s so focused on her he didn’t hear me or catch me in the periphery. Granted I’m at the perfect angle, but I’m hoping he doesn’t react before I can do what I’m planning.
I make enough noise that he turns the gun away from her to see me, decking him in the jaw, but not before he gets a shot off. A burning pain tears through my arm. Fuck.
“Blake,” she cries out.
Gritting my teeth, I manage to say, “Princess, go into your bedroom and lock your door. Call the cops. Hurry. Don’t leave that room. I love you, Amelia.” I continue to pummel the fucker and the gun falls to the floor. He tries to go for it, but I cold-cock him again. This time his ass is knocked out, or so I think. He comes at me again and I fire two shots to the chest and thigh. He hollers, and Amelia comes running down.
“I told you to stay upstairs,” I snap.
“I heard him scream after the shots. I figured it was safe. They’re on their way.” She runs to me carrying towels in her hands and begins pressing them to my arm. Tyler’s bleeding, but still alive. Good, I want him to rot in prison.
“You better not die on me,” she sobs, holding my wound and kissing my forehead.
I laugh, and whisper, “Of course, my princess.” I hear sirens in the distance, but I’m starting to lose consciousness.
Chapter 7
Amelia
I can barely see through the tears as I rush to the ambulance. They are loading Blake inside and he’s not awake. “Can I ride with him?” My dad nods to the EMT, my classmate’s older brother, Felix, and he helps me in. We’ve become good friends over the years. My hands are shaking, but I need to believe he’s going to be okay. It takes a few more minutes to stabilize him, then they start to drive. I can’t stop touching him. My hands run along his chest. They’ve bandaged his arm, but they say he lost a lot of blood. I’m trying not to panic, but I don’t want to lose him.
“Amelia, he’s going to be all right. You have to be positive,” Felix says, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“It’s my fault. He’s shot because I invited him over. None of this would have happened if I’d not…I felt safe and forgot the risk Tyler could bring.” I sob into my hands. Just remembering how I saw Tyler on the corner, staring at me with deadly intent should have warranted more common sense. I put Blake into this position and my heart’s breaking because of it.
“Princess, no tears for me,” Blake mutters from the gurney.
“You’re awake.” I lurch forward, hugging him. He grunts, and I pop back up because I’m an idiot. The man is on the edge of death and I practically tackled him. I’m just so happy he’s alive that I’m overwhelmed
“Amelia, can you call Carly, so she can get a hold of our parents?”
“Of course.” He grabs my hand with his right arm, holding it tight as we ride the rest of the way to the hospital.
“Call them as soon as we get there, Mel,” Felix says.
“Mel?” Blake eyes Felix. Even weakened, he’s jealous. “What the hell?”
“He’s one of my friends.”
“Felix, this is my…” I’m about to say boyfriend, but Blake squeezes my hand and answers himself.
“I’m Blake Reynolds, Amelia’s fiancé.” I eyeball him, but it’s not the right time to argue with him. Felix eyes us then chuckles inwardly. “That’s great. Now, rest so we can get you all patched up and ready to go home.”