Page 53 of Sweet on You
“Her name is Mary. She’s a notorious baker and food writer in England.”
“Oh… cool.”
He paused, turning to look at me. “She’s my grandmother.”
I did a double take, turning to look at the TV again. That’s when I noticed her electric bluish-green eyes—the same shade as Lex’s. “Wow. Baking runs in the family?”
He nodded. “She taught me and my sister, Ruth, everything about baking. I took to it more than my twin, though. Ruth only ever wanted easy recipes she could make quickly for parties, and now as a mom, she wants fast recipes for her kids. I was the one who wanted a challenge. I wanted to make coffee meringue petite fours with hazelnut buttercream.
He turned, smiling at my TV screen. “Lex, that’s incredible. Has she seen your bakery here?”
He shook his head no. “Three years ago, she paid for my rehab. But the morning that she was supposed to drop me off, we stopped at the petrol station, and I asked her if I could run into the shop to buy a coffee. While she was filling her gas tank, I stole her wallet and ran away.” He swallowed hard, looking down at his half-eaten sushi. “She hasn’t spoken to me since.”
My heart cracked open for him in that moment. I couldn’t imagine ever doing anything—even something that bad—that would make my family turn their backs on me. “I’m so sorry, Lex.” I said, lightly scraping my nails across his back.
“It was my fault. They say that you can’t make a junkie get clean… they have to want it for themselves. There is no truer statement. My family tried to push me into rehab more times than I can count. I never really wanted to get better… not until I learned I was a father. But by then, the damage was already done. Trust was broken and rightfully so. I wouldn’t have trusted me again. I can’t blame Grandmother.”
“But does she know how wonderfully you’re doing now? How you’ve followed in her footsteps and opened up an incredible bakery?”
Lex shook his head no. “My sister has tried to tell her. Shown her pictures of the bakery. But I don’t think she believes it.”
“If only she could see what you’ve built here, Lex. She’d be so proud.”
He swallowed. “Yeah. I hope she does someday. I’d love for her to see my new life and know it’s really all because of her.”
He looked over into my eyes and I cupped either side of his face, leaned in and softly placed my lips onto his, taking his mouth in our sweetest kiss yet.
When I pulled back and opened my eyes, his hand was behind my neck, his thumb stroking in sensual circles. “You lost,” he whispered.
“I know. And I don’t care.”
Lex lifted up to his knees and kissed me hard, leaning me back onto the carpet and bracing his weight above me. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling his hard length between my legs, right to my core where I needed him most.
He grunted, dropping his head. “Fuck, Ronnie. I don’t… I don’t know if I’ll last long the first time. It’s been… it’s been so long. You have no idea.”
I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Shhh. Trust me… I know.”
The pressures to perform weren’t the same for me as they were for a man, but I could definitely empathize. In some ways, I still felt like a virgin even though I wasn’t one. But it had been so long, I had nearly forgotten how to pleasure myself, let alone pleasure someone else.
He kissed me again and rolled his hips. Even through the layers of our clothes, I could feel his impressive length hit me in the perfect spot, right at the bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God,” I cried out. But it didn’t have much of a chance to escape with his lips still pressed against mine.
Meow.
Frost’s mewl came from beside us. Slowly, we each turned to look to the right where she was sitting on the coffee table, staring at us. Penny sat beside her on the floor next to the table, tongue out, panting and drooling. Unfortunately, also staring.
Rationally, I knew they didn’t understand what we were doing. It wasn’t as embarrassing as being caught making out by a parent or sibling or something. Yet… it still felt weird.
“Um, maybe we should take this upstairs?” I asked. “Unless that’s moving too fast for you—”
“It’s been years, Ronnie. Nothing is too fast for me, right now,” Lex joked, then grew serious. “Do you have protection?”
I smiled. “Up in my bedroom, I do.”
We were both on our feet and scrambling to put the sushi on the kitchen counter before running up the stairs, taking two at a time.
