Page 26 of Hot Touch
Fucking cupcakes. I swallowed, trying not to let the emotion get the better of me. “What are you doing?”
“Happy birthday.” She smiled. “Happy birthday. I know you said you don’t like making a big deal of things but—“ She chewedon her bottom lip as the smile on her face started to die. “Did I mess up?”
“No.” I shook my head. For some fucking reason, I couldn’t get myself to move from my end of the room.
“Are you sure? Because you look like… like this wasn’t a good surprise. Or is it a bad time for me to?—“
“No,” I answered.
I finally snapped myself out of the frozen statue. My long legs ate up the space between us, and when I looked down at the pretty, obviously homemade treats, I had to blink away the tears that threatened. Fuck.
“Hey…” She set the cupcakes down on a bunk and pressed a hand to my chest. “What is it?” She had no idea. No clue that I’d never had anyone, not a parent or partner, not just bring me cupcakes but make them for me to celebrate my birthday.
“Nothing.” I cleared my throat. “You made these?”
“Is it that obvious?” Her nose scrunched. “I tried. I got the recipe from Jackie. Some of them look a little wonky but?—“
“I love them. They’re perfect, just like you.” And it wasn’t an empty throwaway compliment, either.
“Hardly,” she snorted and then blushed.
“Perfect for me in every way.” She blinked.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re both yours.” She winked. “You’re sweet.”
“Don’t go telling people here that.” I returned her wink. “I’m only sweet to you.” Her eyes said she thought I was full of shit, but it didn’t matter. Her thinking that worked in my favor. “You see the guys when you got here?” I asked, a frown growing on my face.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “They told me where to find you.”
“Did they…” I ran my tongue over my teeth as I checked her out.
She’d walked through the firehouse in this pretty little dress holding cupcakes. Fucking hell, I was going to have to kick all their asses.
“What’s that look?” she asked. I noticed how her little nipples started to harden and come to life below the soft-looking material of her baby-blue dress. I shut the door to the bunkroom, and she gasped. “What are—“ Alex didn’t say another word when I pressed her pretty, curvy body against the wall next to the door.
“Shh…” I groaned, my lips dropping to her temple then making their way to her neck. Fuck, she smelled so damn good. Like vanilla cupcakes. My mouth watered. “You taste so damn good.”
“Mmm… it’s the powdered sugar,” she moaned, the sound shooting through me. “I kinda… made a mess in the kitchen.” She panted as I nuzzled the spot I knew drove her wild.
“Daddy’s girl is so fucking sweet. But you fucked up, baby.”
“I did?” she mewled and then cried softly as I nipped at her skin.
“Showing up like this.” My free hand moved down to her thighs, right to the slit of the dress. Touching nothing but silky warm skin made my cock go to full mast. The tips of my fingers dipped under and up her sundress.
“Nathan,” she gasped.
“Dressed so pretty. Daddy’s girl wanted to tease me, didn’t she?”
“Nate.”
“No one’s ever made me cupcakes, baby girl. No one’s ever made me a cake.”
“I have one,” she squeaked, “waiting for you at home.
“Whose home?”
“Our home.” I loved hearing her call it that.
