She squints her eyes at me, full of skepticism, and I take my index finger and make the sign of a cross over my heart. “I swear.” And it’s true, I do need to give him more to do.
She still doesn’t seem convinced, but I see the gears turning in her mind because she doesn’t want to be building a website either. When it comes to her work, she’d really rather be baking.
“And another thing, he’s asked to take on projects like this. So again, you’d be helping me. In fact, I can’t even make any promises the site will be great, but at least it’ll get you started,” I say, with a hopeful smile.
Her lips tighten, her eyes narrow, and she’s scrutinizing hard while she thinks. She looks like she wants to laugh, but I know she won’t. Ms. Serious is all business.
So I play my last card. “And if you don’t let me send him a text right now to get him on it, then I’ll get on my knees under this table and distract you by making out with your pussy.”
Her eyes go wide, and she blushes, but she knows I’m dead serious. “I’ll lick your juicy cunt so well that your eyes will roll back in your head, and you won’t even be able to look at your laptop.”
This elicits a huff-like laugh from her.
“Fine, I wave my white flag,” she sighs. “But only because Patrick needs something to do. Well, and because you threatened to maul my pussy.”
Damn, I’m good. Maybe I should go into litigation.
I grab my phone from my pocket, and I send Patrick a lengthy message giving him his marching orders. He replies promptly with a simple thumbs-up emoji. I love that. So efficient. Then, I send him Aspen’s contact information, so they can take it from there.
And now, I want my woman to know who’s boss. I reach down and grab her hand and yank her out of the chair. I squeeze my arms around her, enjoying her curves, hot against my body, and my cock gets hard, seeking release.
She looks at me and says, “Thank you.”
“No. I’m the one thanking you.” She gives me a playful smile, and she knows I got my way.
“Now that I have your attention…” I say as I bend down to kiss her beautiful lips, “I expect you to make good on the naughty text you sent me.”
She looks puzzled. She sent me a lot of naughty texts today.
So I clarify. “The one about your tongue working magic on my cock, like you do when you a tie cherry stem into a knot.”
27
Aspen
My relationship with Ryker is moving so fast, it makes me think of that crazy bullet train in Japan. Scratch that, make it a rocket.
Every time we make love—which is almost every day, sometimes twice—it ties us tighter together, as though we’re being pulled together by a force we can’t resist. Don’t want to resist. I wake up and turn to see the beautiful man sleeping in my bed. I still can’t believe he’s here. My very own man, lying beside me. My heart smiles with reassurance, and I snuggle into him. He stirs, and pulls me in. And every couple of days, he finds his way deeper into my heart. This is my life now. I take a deep breath.
The website is progressing, and Patrick is doing an amazing job. The dude is a rockstar; I can see why Ryker wants to keep him at all costs. For someone who’s never created a website before, Patrick sure is doing a good job. I’m grateful Ryker offered, and I’m grateful I allowed myself to accept the help. Every time he does something for me, my heart gets bigger, making more space for him. It seems like a thousand years ago that I was so closed off and scared.
He likes to tease about marriage, but I think he’s dead serious. It makes me smile, but he must wait. I intend to keep my promise to myself. I’m going to finish doing what I set out to do before I even entertain an idea like that. For now, it’s enough that I’ve let him into my life. And into my heart.
I tickle his chest with my fingers, gently tugging on the delicious, sexy patch of brown hair in the middle of his hard pecs. He squeezes me tighter.
It’s Sunday, and I’d like to take this as a lazy day, but there are still so many things to do at The Rose. “Time to make the donuts!” I exclaim, and I’m about to hop out of bed, when he pulls me back into his arms.
“Aaaah!” I protest. “I’m going to help Popster paint today. Everything is on schedule.” I screech while he pins my hands above me. “Ryker, I’m serious,” I say, laughing. “I have boldly declared to the whole town that we’ll be open for business in less than a month!”
“I boldly declare you open for business right now,” he teases. He releases my hands and scoots under the sheet and trails kisses to my chest. “Oh, Ryker… mmm…”
Then, he sucks on my sensitive nipples, instantly making them hard. He makes his way south and tickles my tummy with his tongue as he finds his way between my legs.
“This is where I belong,” he says from under the sheet.
“Don’t suffocate down there.” I laugh, and I lie back, letting him work his magic on my throbbing pussy.
“If I die down here, I’ll be the happiest man in the world.”
After a delicious orgasm, I return the favor.
“Now, that’s a proper breakfast,” I say. “Who needs cream in their coffee with that?” I giggle, and he smacks my
