Page 115 of Never Let You Go

“You can too,” he continues. “Soon as you let go of the past, you can start building your future.”

Right on about me and Red Barn. But he’s talking about us, right? A lump forms in my throat.

“My mother called today,” he says, the change of topic welcome. “She spoke with Skye too. We’re talking about her going to Maine for a bit this summer.”

“That’s great,” I say. “How does Skye feel about it?”

“Excited.” His gaze circles my face, caresses my eyes, wanders to my ears, to my mouth. “You’re good for me,” he says against my lips, then starts exploring my mouth, his hand grazing down my side.

When our lips start to part, I ask, “How so?” wanting the compliments to keep coming, the moment to draw out.

Again, his eyes drag from my eyes, to my hair, to my neck, then to my cheek, then back to locking with my eyes. “You make me want to do good things. Things I didn’t care about before. Like making sure Skye grows up knowing her family. And running for New England’s Best Baker—”

“That wasn’t me,” I say. Everyone was telling him to run way before I’d even heard of the competition.

“It was. It is. You’re the only reason I want to do it, now. I couldn’t have cared less before. Too much hassle.” He’s talking in a low voice, his lips trailing my earlobe, shooting desire straight to my middle.

Still, I try to keep a straight head. “Well, then, don’t. I don’t want to be the reason you do something—and why? Why am I a reason at all?”

“Shhhh. It was all you. And it’s a good thing. I got back in touch with old friends, bakers I haven’t seen in a while. They’re gonna come over, take turns to help me train.”

I’m both happy he has friends who have his back and are going to help him, and worried about all the time and effort this is taking him. But I don’t want to be nagging, bringing him down, when he has this fire in his eyes about his passion.

He rubs his nose against mine. “You’re my good luck charm, Pancake.”

“Pancake?” I giggle.

“Yeah,” his voice trails. “You’re the queen of pancakes. Did you see how many Justin ate? And he couldn’t stop talking about them. It’d drive this baker crazy if he didn’t… like you so much.” He dips his head to my neck and inhales. “God, you smell so good.”

I snake my hand down his stomach until I feel him come alive again.

I need him.

I want him.

Now.

thirty-one

Christopher

“Hmm,” she says. Her hips take on a little rocking motion. Her hand that was on my chest has been raking slowly down, and that’s enough to get me going again.

After weeks of sleeping with Alexandra, I’m the opposite of bored. I want more of her. And I want her more than in my bed. I need to talk to her about that. Maybe I’ll broach the topic more clearly tonight, once she’s done with whatever she has in mind. My hints earlier clearly didn’t hit the mark.

By the time her hand slowly reaches my cock, I’m hard. She gives me a couple of strokes. I reach for a condom, but she takes it from me. I cross my hands behind my neck, watching her take over.

Her eyes locked on mine, she gives my dick a couple of strokes, then takes me in her mouth, her full lips wrapped tight around me. Her tongue does creative things, then she lets go and rolls the condom on me. Her small hands on my thick length are way more erotic than I ever thought possible. I let out a groan.

Before I know it, she’s riding me. She slides so easily she must be soaking wet. I reach two fingers to her clit. She’s dripping. I lick my fingers and trail my hands to her sides, just so I can feel her better. Soon, my hands are cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples just the way she likes it.

She pumps me faster and faster, up and down like I showed her. She’s such a good student in bed. She’s made for sex. Sex with me.

“Oh my god, Chris,” she pants, fucking me harder and harder. Her eyes flutter and her neck stretches. She lets out a low groan as her pussy clenches around me. I let my own release take over. Before her orgasm pumps every last drop of cum out of me, I flip us over.

I want her pinned under me right now.

Minutes later, we’re catching our breaths. I’m flat on my back again, and she’s tucked against my side. I’m absently stroking her back, looking at the ceiling.

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