Page 55 of Cupcake

Chapter Eleven

Logan

Watching his mate was even better than Logan had ever expected.

Mate!

Logan had a mate! And Dean was so kind, understanding, and liked Logan just the way he was. Dean was so attentive and amazing! When Logan had been saddened by the fact that Dean had a bakery to run and had to leave, Dean had asked him along. It was easy enough for Logan to take his iPad and work on his drawing as Dean moved around him.

And Logan was being a good boy, making sure not to distract his mate.

Dean was in his element in the bakery kitchen and confidence was sexy. Dean was sexy. As his cock started to grow, Logan wiggled around.

He was wearing another pair of his pretty satin panties. Dean said he loved to see him in them and Logan had never felt more comfortable in his own skin. His erection pressing against the silky material had him about going out of his mind. Yeah, Logan had been missing out and hadn’t even known it. He wiggled a little more.

“Are you being a bad boy?” Dean whispered in his ear.

Logan shrieked and jumped. He nearly fell off the stool, but Dean’s strong arms kept him in place. Turning his head, his nose brushed across Dean’s cheek. “I’m not bad.”

He was a good boy.

“So, you aren’t dancing in your seat making your pretty little cock feel good in your panties?” Dean’s voice dripped with innuendo.

Oh! Dang! “Maybe,” he hedged.

Reaching down, Dean cupped Logan's hardening shaft through his jeans. “Should you be doing that?” Dean asked.

Logan whimpered. “It’s your fault,” he accused.

“My fault?” Dean asked with a laugh. “Is that really where you want to take this?”

“It is your fault!” Logan defended. “You’re so sexy. I like watching you cook. I can’t help it that I started to get hard.” This really was on his mate.

Dean pressed his own erection against Logan’s back.

Logan gasped. “Daddy!”

“I think you’re sexy sitting here working on your bid for the park.” Dean kissed along the back of Logan’s neck. “It would be even better if you had nothing on but those pretty panties.”

Oh! Logan pushed up against Dean’s hand that was now massaging his trapped dick.

“Or maybe I’ll go ahead and pierce those pert little nipples of yours.” Dean slipped his free hand under Logan’s shirt to tease at one of those nipples.

Dropping his head back against his mate, Logan could barely keep his eyes open. He felt too good. Wanted Dean’s hands all over his body.

“You still want that, baby? For me to pierce you.”

“Yes, Daddy! Please!”

Dean nipped his earlobe. “I’m going to do just that when we get home tonight.”

Logan whined.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use my magic and make sure you’re all healed up, so I don’t have to wait to play with my boy.”

The stool under him rocked as Logan tried to push harder against Dean’s hands. He didn’t know if he wanted more pressure on his cock or his nipples. Both? Yeah, both! “Please!”

“No sex in the kitchen,” Dean told him as he took those magnificent hands away.

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