Just Desserts

by Tricia Quinnies

  In the stifling heat of the kitchen, she forgot about cookies and the diner. She wanted him to touch her. To continue where he’d left off earlier that day, when his fingers grazed her thigh at the market. “Ah, it’s a little warm in here. I can—”

  “Don’t.” He buried his head into her neck and shoulder and trailed kisses along her collarbone. “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want me to go on, Sadie.”

  Her bared breasts tingled, and began to ache. She arched her back, leaned closer, and let her nipples graze against the soft fabric of his T-shirt. “So if I can’t stand the heat I should get out of the kitchen?”

  The corner of his mouth turned up a smidge, and he grinned. She wanted to taste the freckles that dappled around his lips.

  Combing her fingers through his cropped hair, she playfully licked his earlobe. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He let out a soft sigh.

  “Is that relief I hear?”

  “Yes, but this is only the start.” He held her hand and licked bits of rock sugar off her fingertips. “I’m staying, until you’re satisfied.”

  Her heart pounded so hard, she fidgeted. He desired her and wanted to fulfill her needs first? She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked them together behind his back to steady her butt on the bench and trap him. “Okay then. You better take me for a ride I’ll never forget.”

  Laughing, he dropped his head into her chest and growled. He slipped his hand under her dress, and his fingers glided along her silk boxers. Suddenly he popped up to face her. “I expected lace, thought about leather, but boxers? Your ride just shifted into overdrive, beautiful.”

  She laughed, expecting him to kiss her. Instead he plunged back down into her cleavage and kissed her breasts lightly, then bit one nipple and licked.

  The sting sent a ripple of pleasure through her.

  He drizzled kisses from one breast to the other. “You taste delicious. Like cherries.”

  She lay back on the bench. Drops of moisture dripped down her ribcage as he licked and nipped her breasts. Tugging the dress further below her hips, he kissed her belly button and swirled his tongue around her hipbones.

  He sat up and stripped off his shirt.

  A farmer’s tan, splayed before her. And though his chest and shoulders weren’t bronzed like a Ken doll, his muscled abs were fine. Better than fine. Her mouth watered. She couldn’t resist and grazed her fingers along the ridges of his hard-working stomach muscles and chest. “I thought the shirt would just burn off. Aren’t you a devil?”

  “Mm. That’s what they say.” He grasped her thighs and pulled. With no effort, he sealed the gap between them. Only the thin inseam of her silky boxers separated her from him. She stretched her arms above her head and felt the denim of his jeans scratch her bare bottom. The friction set off little sparks in her core. “Who?”

  “No one.” He slipped his hands under her dress tangled around her hips and waist, and then the boxers. Kneading her behind, he spread her thighs apart. Gazing down at her, he glided his finger slowly between her legs. His fingers brushed against her most tender folds of flesh. Her pulse quickened and reflexively her knees jolted up, then fell back down around his waist. “Hang on, Sadie.”

  He swept his fingers back and forth across her inner thighs and she quivered. His featherlike caresses began to build pressure within her. Her clit throbbed. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Waves of heat whisked through and melted her.

  She stroked his arms and shoulders, tried to caress him, but his fingers kept playing. They built up a flame inside her that grew hot, fast. She wanted to thrash, and he’d barely touched her. She greedily wanted more and couldn’t grasp onto what he wanted.

  He tickled her breast with his tongue and slid a finger gently between her folds. Then another finger. As his fingers glided along and explored her satiny ridges, Sadie’s breath caught in her throat. She sat up to mold her chest to his. Her senses came undone; she needed to hold onto him before she fell off the bench.

  She hugged him and held tight.

  With one arm he lifted her snuggly onto his lap. His fingers slid devilishly inside her, suddenly he pulled them out. She held her breath. One of his fingers found her clit and he rolled the rough pad of his fingertip across, while his thumb pushed and gently pressed her mound. His rhythmic caresses lulled her and she tucked her head into his neck and shoulder. Her breath was so shallow she couldn’t help but gasp. “I don’t think you’re a greedy asshole.”

  “You probably should.”

  Lacing her fingers in his hair, she kissed his cheek and ran her tongue along his shadowed jaw line. Just when her lips were about to meet his, he thrust his fingers deep inside her. The crash of pure heat distracted her, he turned his face and they didn’t kiss.

  Quinn controlled her body. Every movement she made came from his touch. She bobbed in his lap as his fingers played and diddled with her clit.

  Perspiration beaded up and dripped down her neck and between her breasts. Her stomach was slick. She felt like putty. And they hadn’t even undressed or kissed yet. At this rate, Quinn would be giving her an orgasm without even coming near her. She grabbed the waist of his jeans.

  ***

  Quinn let out a sigh when Sadie popped open his fly and unzipped. His cock, so damn hard, he thought it would break. Sadie stroked his tip. He could barely breathe.

  If she didn’t already come, it would be soon. He would make sure she was more than ready. He wanted her to come first.

  With her legs wrapped around him, and his hard cock pressed against Sadie’s slick flat stomach, he stood and rose off the bench. He laid her down on the soft cork flooring in the kitchen, kneeling beside her. How had they gotten here? Oh yeah…the cookies.

  With his hard-on bulging out of his jeans, he kissed her breasts and methodically rolled the black dress off her body and shoved it away on the floor like a heap of black tar. Sadie was bare except for the black boxers, and was without a doubt the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. “You’re beautiful.”

  Sadie grinned and her lips, silky and plump, begged him to kiss her. Instead, he flicked his thumbs across her nipples and then leaned over her to circle his tongue around her areolas until they hardened into nubs. He took one between his teeth, and tugged.

  She sighed.

  He plucked the needles out of her hair. It tumbled about her shoulders. He wound his fingers in the silky threads.

  Her face so flush and her eyes lit with desire, and love. The thought jolted him.

  He lavished her with kisses, wet and refreshing to cool her heated skin, following up each kiss with another down her stomach until he reached the silky waistband of her boxers. He groaned as he slid them off.

  “Mmm, I think you like my pussy, even though it’s shaved like a Devon Rex.”

  He stood to slip off his jeans, almost tripped in his excitement. He crouched down beside her and trailed his fingers along the length of her creamy thigh and stopped short of her bare cleft.

  “That tickles.” She said in a low raspy voice.

  God, he wanted her.

  He laid his head between her legs and glided his tongue along her inner thigh. She opened up inviting him to play with her most private intimate toy.

  He flicked her delicate flesh, and the taste of her flooded him.

  She wiggled and clutched his hair. “Are you trying to torture me?”

  He nodded and let the rough edge of his unshaven chin scratch her smooth slick center.

  “You will join me soon?”

  “Oh yeah.” He kissed her mound and swept his tongue between her velvety folds. Her legs jerk up. He grasped her thighs and locked them to the floor. Then he licked and stroked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “You’re relentless.” She groaned and twisted her hips as he darted in and around her sweet spot. “I’m going to burst, Quinn.”

  He lavishly licked her crease.

  “I won’t let you come without my cock near e
nough to be part of the victory.”

  He released her fists from his hair and laid them over her head, then sat back on his haunches. Pressing his palm upon her stomach, her skin was hot and vibrated under his hand. Her eyes, closed, he saw her lips quiver then a small grin spread across her face.

  “Did I tell you that you’re beautiful?”

  She laughed. “You’re not going to break out and start singing are you?”

  “Not me. But I bet I can make you scream high and loud.”

  “Promise?”

  He nestled a knuckle back in her slick wet cleft and stroked the sweet path until she gasped.

  “You better hop on the train soon if you want a ride, Quinn.”

  “Okay…enough planes, trains and automobiles. Why don’t you just say it? You want me to fuck you!”

  She laughed and grabbed his shoulders, “I didn’t even mention the mile high club yet.”

  “Uh-huh.” He dropped on top of her, hugged her tightly, and chuckled. “Fasten your seatbelt.”

  He slid his hips between her legs trying like hell to be gentle, but drove inside her unable to control his cock. She arched her back and lifted her hips to accommodate his full length. A tight fit, he dipped and drove inside her.

  She gasped and he groaned.

  The rhythms of their two bodies danced as one.

  Quinn considered himself a fairly sex savvy guy, but Sadie knocked him into another league. Whatever he offered she doubled and he wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t.

  She screamed.

  “I told you, so.”

  She came so beautifully around him, he nearly burst inside her.

  He slid out, but God she was gorgeous. Thrusting in her one last time, she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened. She locked him in her, and he pumped deep into her core. He bellowed in pure joy and came inside her. Slumping down on top of her, he licked her breasts like a lovesick twit.

  ***

  Sadie slid her fingers along the hills and valleys of Quinn’s back as he lay in a heap on top of her. His face burrowed between her breasts. While his stubble brushed against her nipples, the friction set off smooth vibrations. Her entire body relaxed. She couldn’t recall when or if she’d ever been so content.

  Despite Quinn’s full weight on her, she felt lighter. Happier. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep until he jostled about—slow to come to from his sex-induced coma. He lifted his head from her bosom.

  She anxiously waited for him to, look at her, give her a batch of his luscious kisses, and one on her lips.

  Nothing. He rolled off her.

  Quinn hopped up and stood without looking at her, but scratched his arms like she’d given him some kind of rash. She grabbed her black muumuu and used it as a shield to hide her bare body, suddenly vulnerable. She needn’t bother. Quinn dressed without a word, hardly recognizing that another human being breathed in the kitchen with him.

  Sadie stood, speedily slipped the dress over her head, and splashed water on her face. Patting her face dry with an awful piece of paper towel, she couldn’t tamper her growing indignation and anger. When she turned, Quinn was scrolling through his messages on his iPhone. When he laughed, she lost it.

  “Hey, Quinn…remember me?”

  Any normal, considerate person would respond immediately but Quinn gave her a, hold- on-a-minute-finger, tucked the phone at his ear to listen, and went into the deserted dining room.

  Sadie flipped him the bird, dragged in a breath to keep from falling apart. She stared out the kitchen window over the sink and counted her breaths until her reality slipped back into place. In the reflection, she looked at Quinn lazily leaning against the dining room table.

  “Sadie, I have to get back to the Wrigley place.” He glanced at his watch.

  She turned around. “That’s it? Wham bam, not even a thank you ma’am? Wow, that’s arctic.”

  He fumbled with his phone.

  She began shaking. A bitterness she’d never tasted before seeped into her being. “Laughton, you’ll never get your hands on our diner. My father won’t take too kindly to you. When he hears that you did his daughter on the kitchen floor, he won’t speak to you, much less sell you the damn diner! ”

  He picked up his boots, which she hadn’t noticed he’d taken off earlier, and left.

  The screen door squealed and then slammed shut.

  Alone in the kitchen, she forced herself to finish the cookies, one by one, rolling into balls and drudging them in rock sugar.

  At midnight she crawled into bed. The heavy weight she’d lost for a precious few minutes lying beneath Quinn found her again.

  Chapter Six

  Quinn had lain awake all night. He had behaved despicably toward Sadie and punished himself with sleep deprivation. The sun had barely shown when he’d driven to the diner. Parking the Jeep around the corner, he had stayed partially hidden by a line of trees on the side street and kept a vigilant watch for Sadie.

  Last night, he’d been a blockhead and still couldn’t figure out what to say or do when he saw Sadie. But he’d start with an apology, if she took the time to stop and listen to him.

  Excuses muddled his brain, mostly lame and idiotic. When he had gone over to Maxon’s cottage, he just wanted to make sure Sadie hadn’t gone off the deep end over that shithead Bryan.

  Had his brain frozen when he’d first walked into her kitchen? He clearly recalled the velvety touch of Sadie’s fingers.

  Quinn abruptly sat up in the Jeep and hit his head on the visor shade. It dawned in his pea-sized brain that he’d lost himself in her lush sea green eyes. Of course, it was afterward that he hadn’t been able to get a grip on his mojo.

  And the diner—did he really fool himself into thinking he had the upper hand?

  But then he’d slid into her heat and like a teen, came inside her. It was clear that he’d derailed and got off track.

  Quinn chuckled at his word choice, remembering Sadie’s fondness for transportation clichés.

  He had acted like an arrogant son of a bitch, just like Sadie had said. He’d considered his catch and release valve a golden gauge, a source of pride--a lever that only he could control. No woman had ever been so spectacular that he wanted to share that infinite part of himself with her.

  Up until now he’d managed to thrill and spill, nothing left under the…fuck…the hood. But Sadie? He’d gone in again. Quinn had wanted more and lost himself inside her.

  What the hell happened?

  He couldn’t face her and risk it, so he had bolted out of the Maxon home and fled. Quinn stared at his blood shot eyes in the visor mirror. “You’re a jackass, Laughton.”

  Quinn slapped the visor shut and nearly missed Sadie when she sped by on her bike. He hopped out of the Jeep and ran around the corner to the diner. Jogging into the park across the street, he waited for Sadie to open the diner. He paced in front of a wrought iron bench, repeatedly glancing to see if the neon open sign had flickered on.

  If Sadie would allow him, he’d dive back in and get lost inside her, all of her. He’d make love to her. Fuck the diner.

  After ten minutes he strode over to the diner and knocked hard on the old wood door. A chip of faded red paint fell to the ground. He cupped his eyes and squinted to try and get a view beyond the thick beveled glass transom, but it was still dark inside. “I know you’re here, Sadie. What’s going on? Your sign’s not lit and it’s nearly seven.”

  His heart pounded.

  “Sadie, come on.”

  She opened the door and fell into his arms. “Bastard.”

  He got a lucky break.

  “Prick.” She mumbled into his chest.

  Really lucky.

  He held her tight so that she wouldn’t fall and skin her knees. Scanning the place, only lit by the shadows of the breaking sun, the place looked desperately empty. He caught a faint whiff of sour mash. Had someone been pounding whiskey shots before dawn?

  He spied a lumpy form
under a checkered tablecloth in the corner booth. A large meaty hand hung off and beyond the edge of the table. Quinn spotted a splay of red hair poking out from under the vinyl cloth. It was Paul.

  “What the hell’s going on?” He dragged Sadie to the closest chair and set her in it. Like a life-size rag doll, she flopped over and lay her head on the rickety parlor table. The wonky metal shifted and sent out a nerve-jarring screech.

  “My dad’s passed out cold. It’s the worst I’ve seen him. I can’t wake him and I…I can’t do it by myself.” A drape of her red hair fell off the table.

  Quinn marched into the kitchen and found that a fresh pot of coffee had finished brewing. The smell alone, wickedly strong, might be enough to bring Paul back from his liquor-induced coma. He poured a couple of mugs full, turned on the fluorescent overhead lights, and strode out the kitchen.

  He set a cup down on the table, near Sadie’s tangled mass of hair. He kissed her cheek. “Drink some coffee. I’ll take care of everything.”

  Quinn pulled off the tablecloth and calculated Paul’s unusual angle in the booth. He clutched Paul’s shoulder and thick muscular arm and wrenched him up and off the bench.

  Paul moaned. “Shite.”

  “Come along, Mr. Maxon.” Quinn sidled Paul next to him and draped the dead weight of the man’s arm across his shoulders. Quinn steadied himself after teetering back and almost losing his footing. Then, like a couple of drunken sailors, he half-dragged and half-carried Paul through the diner.

  “I’ll be back.” Quinn said to Sadie.

  She lifted her head off the table and glared at him. He thought he caught a glimpse of relief swimming in her venomous green eyes.

  With all of Paul’s weight on his back, Quinn wondered if Sadie’s dad was truly Irish. The guy was a mass of muscle.

  As though attached at the hips, they stumbled down the quiet early morning street toward Quinn’s Jeep.

  Paul snorted and then slurred. “I miss my Kate.”