Page 51 of Looks Real Good Now
“What kind of cookies are you making?” I asked instead.
“A burnt butter pecan thing,” she replied. “Actually, I have a task for you, make those pecans smaller pieces for me, please.” She gestured to a half-filled Ziploc bag. It would never cease to amaze me how quickly she could pull together ingredients for a bake. I’d been less than two minutes behind her, and she already seemed halfway done.
I picked up the Ziploc and whacked it on the counter.
“Wake up the whole neighbourhood, why don’t you?” she muttered as she added butter to her mix.
“How else am I supposed to break them up?”
“You could’ve used a knife,” she suggested.
“And give you both a chopping board and a knife to wash up? Because I know how much you love that shit.” I whacked the bag down again. “I’m done now, anyway. Very brittle pecans, quick to break up.” I handed her the bag of smashed pecans.
“Get out right now,” she said. Lenny sounded almost angry, and I couldn’t help but find it amusing.
“What have I done now?”
“You smashed some pecans to perfection with two firm slaps against a kitchen counter and you can literally hold me up against a bookshelf like we’re not basically the same height. I’m finding the strength of it all, ofyou, quite overwhelming and thisis a kitchen. And not only is it a kitchen, but it is also the kitchen in my parents’ house. Who are here. Upstairs. And I know my parents don’t think I’m some virginal woman nor do I care that they know I’m getting railed by the boy next door, but I do not need them to catch me having sex. In a kitchen. Which I am very close to giving in to unless you leave right now.” She tipped the crushed pecans into the bowl and started beating everything together.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to slipping…” I was cut off by a tea towel getting thrown at my face.
“I cannot stress enough how much I hate you.”
It sounded an awful lot likeI love you.
“You were the one who said they were close to wanting to get railed on a kitchen counter,” I pointed out, putting the tea towel back on the counter.
“Would you be less annoying now if I could have woken you with a blowjob?”
“I’d be high on endorphins, so I’d probably be more annoying.”
“That’s what you can do. Go for a run. That would also get you high on endorphins and, more importantly, would get you out of my kitchen.”
I knew that she was aware that I was moving towards her, but she kept her eyes focused on the bowl in her hands as I stepped behind her and rested my hands on the counter on either side of her hips. There was a couple of inches of space between our bodies and I could see the way she was resisting sinking back into me.
“Oh yeah, you want me to go out and get all sweaty. Comeback in need of a shower. You want to see my T-shirt plastered to the contours of my body, my thigh muscles stretching against my running leggings. My chest heaving as I try to get my breath back. My skin flushed pink. Would you help me out of my clothes? Would you join me in the shower and make sure that my tired muscles are soothed?” As I’d been talking, Lenny had stopped mixing her cookie batter and her back was now pressed against my chest, her neck tilted to the side letting me speak against the sensitive skin by her ear. I could see goose bumps erupting on her skin. I moved one of my hands to rest on her lower stomach and she sank further into me.
“No, don’t do that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I kissed the juncture of her jaw, and she twisted her head to meet my lips with hers. Before it could get too heated, we heard the click of the lock in the kitchen door behind us. I knew before they made themselves known who was walking in on us. It could only be my parents.
“Well don’t you two look cosy?” my mom said. Lenny seemed to shake off the cloak of lust that had settled on us and returned her focus to her mixing bowl. I stayed behind her, my arm still holding her close, because as much as I also knew that my parents were aware that I had sex, I did not need them to see me sporting an erection.
“Merry Christmas Mel, Bobby,” Lenny said, sounding just the wrong side of normal for her. Not that my parents would notice.
“Morning,” I said.
“What are you making?” Mom asked.
“She tells me they are burnt butter pecan things,” I answeredfor her because I could sense that Lenny had entered that zone she only reached when she was at the portioning stage of baking. Nothing else existed when she entered that zone.
“Very nice. Are your parents up, Alana?”
There was a moment of silence as Lenny finished rolling her last two cookies in a ball and placing them on the baking tray.
“They might be, but I haven’t seen them. I guess you’re over here early for a reason, so you can just do whatever you came here to do. These are about to go in the oven and Liam is about to clean up. So we’ll be out of your way shortly.”
“I am?”
She turned around in my arms and pressed against my erection with her hip.
