“What is it?”
“I said surprise. Since you wouldn’t let me have a party for you, I figured we’d prepare a meal from a movie like we always love to do.”
“Oh, which one did you have in mind? Something from Chocolat?”
She shakes her head and her fingers undo my belt, the button, then the zipper of my slacks before they puddle on the floor. She takes my hand once I’m only in my boxer briefs and sits me down in front of the fridge.
“9 ½ Weeks?” My eyes widen and I smile.
She opens up her robe slightly and I get a glimpse of her shaved pussy. My dick salutes her and this kinky idea. “I did have to watch some of the movie by myself.”
“I wanted to watch it with you.” I tug her down to my lap and she squirms free, kneeling in front of me.
“Okay, close your eyes,” she says, opening up the fridge.
“This is very bad for electricity.”
She laughs. “You’re a vet. You can afford it. Don’t make me blindfold you.”
I close my eyes as the cool air from the fridge flows out, hitting my nipples.
She puts something in front of my mouth, pushing it against my lips then retracting it. Finally, I chomp down and find it’s a black olive. I chew it and swallow, waiting as I hear metal against metal.
“Open up, baby,” she whispers.
I open for her to put a spoon in my mouth—filled with cherries from a jar. The sweetness hits my tongue and I moan. “I’d like to lick that off you later.”
“That can definitely be arranged.” She runs something cold over my lips.
I bite a strawberry and I open my eyes just a little when I hear her chewing.
“No peeking,” she says, trying to hide what she’s put into the fridge.
“I think the wrong person is being teased with food, don’t you?” I get up and position her on the floor. “You close your eyes now.”
“You’re ruining my surprise.” She semi pouts.
“Believe me, feeding you and watching you is a damn good present.” I spot the glass of champagne already poured in the fridge, so I take it and tilt the glass to her lips. She swallows, but I over-tilt it so I can watch the champagne fall out of her mouth, down her chin, to her chest. Seeing an opportunity, I lick in the opening of her robe in the valley of her breasts.
“You’re not supposed to touch me. You’re breaking the rules, Stone.”
I laugh, grabbing a piece of pasta salad. “Did you make this pasta salad?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Tell me.”
“No,” she says. I dangle it over her lips, teasing the Italian dressing on the seam of her lips. “That’s probably why it’s so good.”
We both laugh. “Were you really going to make me bite a jalapeño pepper?”
She giggles. “We have to be authentic to the movie.”
“Open up then.” I poke her lips with a pepper.
She actually bites down on it slowly. “I can handle a little heat.”
But her face scrunches in pain and she shakes her head, spitting it out. I tip the glass of milk to her lips, and just like the movie, it seeps out around the sides of the glass and drenches the front of her, the silk robe now clinging to her erect nipples.
“Bad idea,” she says.
Instead of giving her the Jell-O, I give her a spoon full of cherries from the jar and she licks her lips after she’s done. I tip the glass of champagne, once again dripping it down her body.
She opens her eyes and I lower her to the kitchen floor, my hands sliding the now-soaked robe aside. I suck and lick the champagne off her body.
“This is nice,” she says, holding my head loosely, allowing me to venture over every inch of her body, cherishing and worshipping it.
When I reach her navel, she sits up and pours the bottle of champagne over my chest before licking it off me. Her small body is on mine, her center grinding along my length, teasing me.
“Congratulations, Doctor,” she says, her lips at my neck and her teeth latching on to my earlobe. “You want your cake now?”
She straddles me and sits up. With her hands on my chest, I massage her ass and hips, continuing to rock her back and forth over my hard dick.
“I think I’m in the mood for pie.”
She laughs, her head falling forward, but she stands, pulls my boxers down, then comes back over me and guides my cock to her entrance, sinking down my length. My hands mold to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she rides me.
She’s increasing the pace and I’m raising my hips to get as deep inside her as I can—when the door of my house opens.
“Surprise!”
“Fuck,” Juno says, scrambling to get her robe, but our only choice is to hide behind the island, peeking over the top.
Within moments, Calista stands at the kitchen entrance with her eyes pinched together. Dion is playing with some electronic thing.
Phoebe points at the floor. “Cherry.”
As if it can’t get any worse, all the Baileys file in.
Denver laughs. “You kinky motherfu—”
Harley smacks him on the back of the head before he can finish.
Goddamn, I need that key back.
Twenty-Eight
Juno
Downstairs, my entire family celebrates Colton buying Four Paws as we shower and try to rinse off our embarrassment. We’re consenting adults, after all.
“Okay, babe, this is it. Operation get key back from Dori, okay?” Colton’s serious, gripping my upper arms and staring me right in the eye.
“I’ll try,” I say.
Truthfully, I’m probably not as embarrassed as Colton. He’s an only child. I’m one of nine. I’m used to the whole group walking in. I mean, Kingston found out what a tampon was used for when he walked in on me in the bathroom once. All of us were probably the first in our classes to know what the opposite sex’s privates looked like. Denver’s bare ass is practically branded in my brain.
“Try hard. I wasn’t even able to finish, which
