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Barbara shocked them all by taking a knife and slicing off the bunny’s pom-pom tail. Slapping it onto a plate, she ignored the look of shock on Garrett’s face and held it out to Ariel. “Give that to your cowardly Dom, even though we all know you don’t mind getting your own tail spanked.” The surreal scene continued when Barbara plucked the sugar nose from the cake and reached out to press it into the rounded piece of cake Ariel still held. “This is for you, Ariel. God forbid you stop being so nosy.”
Ariel had never been so shocked in her life. “Oh, God, Barbara, no… please, I’m so…”
Barbara stepped forward and took a deep bow before straightening up, laughing so hard that tears started streaming down her face. Seeing that she might have gone a tad bit too far, she put the knife down. “You didn’t think I’d let such a perfectopportunity pass by, did you? After all, little sister, I took the same theatre classes before you did.”
The room erupted in laughter as Ariel passed the plate to Garrett and shook her head before giving her sister a huge hug. “In that case, I suggest the HOPEFULs all share the ears, because someone,” she paused and turned to where Angel and Nancy were giggling, “has a story to tell, and we all will be listening.”
Barbara laughed and Ariel helped her prepare four plates with slices of the long floppy ears. Grinning, Barbara cut another slice and placed the pink candy mouth onto the top, listening to Ariel giggle when she nodded her understanding that the piece was for Angel.
Craig took over serving the rest of the special cake to the others, while the sisters moved to the table where the HOPEFULs and their included guests were seated. Passing Garrett, who seemed to be in a trance as he stared at his untouched slice, Ariel shook her head. “Like I said, cowards.” Barbara giggled as Ariel reached up and plucked the sugar nose off his piece and popped it into her mouth.
Garrett’s growl, as he moved the plate out of her reach, told everyone that there were absolutely no hard feelings. As he watched them walk away, he took the first bite, knowing he could always count on the unexpected from this group of amazing women.
Angel kept her promise and gave Ariel her prize, whispering that she had on green panties with fat turkeys running amuck and the phrase “gobble-gobble” strategically scrawled on the gusset.
Barbara shook her head at the expression on her sister’s face, knowing that Angel had indeed found a place among the HOPEFULs, and pretty sure their club would continue to add new members if the smiles on Julie, Jeanette and Beth’s faceswere any indication of interest. They continued to talk as the men watched the rest of the game.
After dessert had been consumed, exaggerated groans of satisfaction given by all, and the game had ended, they relaxed around the room sipping coffee and talking. Ryan and Julie, glad to have been included, again thanked Logan and Elizabeth for the opportunity to have Haven be the project that allowed their new firm to get off the ground. Ryan had fulfilled his promise—the last nail had been hammered into place a week earlier—ahead of the deadline he had given himself.
“It’s been our pleasure,” Elizabeth said, her hand in Logan’s. “You more than earned the bonus for finishing early. I never expected you to have the cabins finished as well. We can’t thank you and Julie enough.”
“I only pray that every client we have is like y’all,” Ryan replied. “Working with you, Nancy and Logan has spoiled us, I’m sure. Besides, Logan’s promise of a room for the opening if we could get those cabins done, sure gave me the incentive to hire a few more men.”
Julie smiled, her heart beating a bit faster at the knowledge that every word her business partner, who had also become her lover, spoke was the truth. Working together on Haven was one thing. Putting aside blueprints and hardhats, and putting on sexy lingerie was a bonus she was most definitely looking forward to claiming.
As Craig had predicted, everyone pitched in and helped clear the table and clean the kitchen. He smiled as Angel and Barbara attempted to keep count of the number of dishes they dried to make sure neither felt the other was overworked. Since Barbara kept stopping to admire her ring, the large, heart-shaped solitaire diamond flashing as she accepted each dish, every other plate she was passed was plucked from her hand by her friend, making it clear who was doing most of the work. Hearing themgiggle and tease each other had Craig realizing that even though he had a great time over the past couple of days working in his restaurant among his friends, he was more than willing to once again turn the day-to-day operation over to his executive chef. He was looking forward to finally having his Bunny to himself, moving to their lake cabin and beginning their new lives, making Haven into the wonderful hotel Elizabeth dreamed it could become. The location was private and beautiful, the rooms promised to be gorgeous and offer a high level of comfort for lovers, and, if he had anything to do with it, the meals he and Barbara would prepare would help build Haven’s reputation. Word of mouth, as clients shared their experiences with friends, was the best advertisement any place could hope for. He was betting Elizabeth and Logan would have their five-star rating before the year was out.
As the day drew to a close, Craig and Barbara stood at the door as everyone again expressed congratulations on their engagement and praised Barbara for her Oscar-worthy performance.
“I can just imagine the stories of how their parents got engaged we’ll be telling all our grandchildren,” Helen said, as she hugged her eldest daughter.
“I gotta say, this family will never lack for entertainment,” Ben laughed, as he engulfed Barbara in his arms. “I am so happy for you, darling. You are an incredible woman and deserve to be deliriously happy.”
“I am,” Barbara said, giving her father a kiss before stepping back into Craig’s arms. “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”
“And, it’s only just begun,” Craig promised, bending to press his lips against hers.
That night, he caused his fiancée to break into goosebumps when he arranged her over his prone body, her freshly waxed pussy above his mouth. “Shall we see who enjoys their creamthe most?” he asked, his voice husky as his cock jerked with the swipe of her tongue against the slit that was glistening with his obvious need. “I should spank you for that, you little cheat,” he teased, her quick giggle delightful to hear as his large hands ran across the globes of her ass, giving each cheek a swat, causing her to moan and press her sex down toward where she knew his magical tongue waited.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said softly, one hand moving to cup his testicles, gently massaging them as her other hand began to stroke up and down his long length. “I’m just eager to show you how thankful I am that you are my Daddy and my fiancé.” His reply was to give a deep moan and push his hips up as he pulled her glistening sex toward his mouth.
Giggles and teasing were forgotten as each concentrated on bringing the most pleasure possible to their partner. Every time Craig slipped his broad tongue between the slick inner lips of Barbara’s pussy, she gave a soft moan, suckling just a bit harder on his cock, making sure every inch of his shaft was worshipped by her tongue. Repeated apologies after regular spankings had given her practice in perfecting her skills at taking the entire length of his impressive cock down her throat. As she felt his testicles begin to swell, she felt her own end approaching. Her deep moan of satisfaction turned into a strangled cry of ecstasy as she felt her lover’s thick thumb thrust into her rectum as his teeth claimed the entirety of her swollen clit. She flooded his mouth a moment before she accepted each spurt of his release, the true gift being that each had been more intent on giving pleasure to the other than on receiving their own. Craig eventually log-rolled her to lie on his chest, his lips on hers, as they both gave their silent thanks to God for allowing them to find the one who made them feel whole.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sight of the beautiful woman, her body gently swaying as the swing moved beneath her, was a vision that Logan tucked into his mind in order to ensure it was never forgotten. He stood silently, taking in the fact that his fiancée had accomplished what few ever believed she could.
He had walked up the long drive after closing the heavy black iron gates that had been erected at the entrance to Haven. The last of the trucks had pulled out of the drive, after being emptied of its load of furniture. Standing at the bottom of the steps that led to the newly refurbished veranda, Logan admired the woman seated on one of the many white porch swings meant to hold a couple. She was stunning, despite the fact that her jeans were dirty and had a new rip in one knee, her t-shirt never again to be the pristine white it had been that morning. Her head rested against the back of the swing. Her hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail, but several ink-black strands had escaped to curl about her face. Spots of dirt colored her cheeks instead of any manufacturer’s blusher, and Logan thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
This woman had placed the last vase on a table, instructed Logan where to pound the last nail into a wall to hold apicture, and had done everything necessary to turn what had been a rundown, ramshackle, forgotten house into the pristine, welcoming hotel that stood before him. Even he, who had never doubted that Elizabeth would fulfill her lifelong dream, had to admit that the final product far surpassed his expectations. Along with Nancy, Elizabeth had proved they were not only designers, they were truly artists. From the moment their car pulled into the drive bordered by beautiful flowerbeds, clients would understand that nothing had been overlooked to ensure that the time spent behind the black iron gates would provide treasured memories for anyone lucky enough to have found the aptly named Haven that had been painstakingly put together for their comfort.
Opening her eyes, Elizabeth’s glance fell on Logan. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that he was simply standing there, staring at her.
“Hi,” she said softly, her lips curving into a smile he could not help but return. He slowly took the steps and walked across the freshly stained planks toward her. Stooping to first sweep her into his arms, he settled on the swing, cradling her on his lap.
“Hi, yourself,” he said, before bending to kiss her cheek. “You’ve done an amazing job, Elizabeth.”
“We’vedone an amazing job,” she corrected. “Can you believe it’s over?” Her hand moved to lie against his face, her fingers trailing down his cheek. The feel of the stubble along his cheek and jaw gave proof to the fact that it had been an incredibly long day. This man, the man she had given her heart and soul to, was the one who had made it possible for her to face every challenge the past year had presented.
