“Such a perfect pussy,” he murmurs. “So soft and sweet.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, and he laughs, shaking his head.
“What?” I ask. “Isn’t that the polite way to respond to such a personal compliment?”
“The right way to respond is by coming for me,” he says. This time, when he kisses me, he slides his fingers inside of me and starts touching me there. Over and over, he strokes me, and I lose all sense of time. Maybe he touches me for a few minutes. Maybe he’s touching me for an hour, but no matter how long it might be, everything else stops making sense or mattering until I come for him.
I explode, and even my heart seems to stop beating. I cry out in the silence of the kitchen, and he silences me once more with a kiss.
“So perfect,” he murmurs against me.
“Wow,” I groan. “My knees actually feel a little wobbly,” I tell him.
Brendan just laughs, shaking his head.
“Good,” he says. “That means I did something right.”
“It’s been a long time since I had wobbly legs because of a boy,” I tell him. He kisses me again and again and again, and as we kiss, I reach for him. I start touching him now, stroking him over his jeans. I can feel his length and I want him inside of me again. He hasn’t come yet, after all, and besides, we have time to kill.
“Oh, little fox,” he groans. “What are you doing to me?”
“Something you like, I hope,” I whisper.
“Don’t stop,” he groans.
“Take off your pants.”
He just laughs and shakes his head. Then he lifts me up and carries me to one of the counters. He sets me on it and helps me out of my sweat pants. I’m sitting there, totally naked from the waist down, and he just looks at me.
If any other person was staring at me like this, I’d be wildly upset, but Brendan looks at me like I’m hot as fuck, and that just makes me want him even more.
“Please,” I tell him, wiggling a little. “I want you.”
“I do love to hear you beg,” he smiles, and he unzips his jeans and pushes them down over his hips, along with his boxers. He strokes his cock for a second, looking at me. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he says, and then he slides inside of me.
He fills me up, and I realize, suddenly, that we keep making love in kitchens. I don’t know what that says about us, but the thought floats away as he kisses my neck, nipping at me as he slides in and out of my body. He fills me up over and over again, and I grab his neck, pulling him closer to me as he makes love to me in the bakery.
I can’t believe I’m having sex in the middle of the afternoon in a bakery, of all places, but I love it.
When Brendan comes apart, he murmurs my name, and a look of pure bliss crosses his face. It’s the most satisfying way to end our lovemaking, and he kisses me over and over again. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but somehow, I manage to bite them back. Those are words I don’t deserve to say to him.
Not just yet.
I didn’t miss what he said earlier about us being mates. I don’t know if he actually meant that or not, but the fact that he wants me makes me feel…
Well, it kind of makes me feel complete.
It kind of makes me feel like everything is going to be just fine.
“What time is it?” I suddenly ask, looking at him. I have no idea how long we’ve been together in the kitchen. “Is it time for us to go find Allison and Aaron?”
“No need,” a voice from the hallway says, and we both turn instantly to see the brother-sister duo standing there. Instantly, I feel sick. How could they have gotten into the bakery? We didn’t even notice. Then I realize that Brendan and I were so caught up in our sex that an elephant could have knocked a hole in the side of the bakery building and we wouldn’t have noticed.
What’s worse than having the two of them invading our space and ruining our personal moment, though, is the fact that I think I finally realize what Allison wants from me.
She’s pointing a gun right at my head.
Allison Erin wants me to die.