Page 56 of Indigo

“We?” I ask curiously as I toss my keys on the hallway table on my way past.

No one responds, and as I walk into the kitchen, I have to slap my hand across my mouth to contain my laughter. Next to my mother, wearing a bright pink apron, is Pax, covered in flour.

“Pie’s on the counter if you want some, Indie-girl. Pax is just helping me make some cookies for school tomorrow,” Mum announces, winking at me with a smile.

Mum and Pax are close, I know that. What I didn’t know was that he was coming over here and helping her bake in his spare time.

Pax narrows his eyes at me and points a cookie batter covered finger my way. “Not a word.”

I hold my hands up in front of me and giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr Crocker.”

I can’t hold myself together anymore, and Mum and I both start cackling.

Pax grabs the tea towel next to him, wipes his hands and then tosses it back down with way more force than necessary.

“Oh, don’t throw a hissy fit, it’s all in good fun,” Mum says, scolding him while still maintaining the giant grin on her face. She turns and rummages through the pantry for a moment before muttering, “Dammit,” under her breath.

“What?” I ask, my focus already shifting from Pax to the pie sitting on the counter calling my name.

“I’m out of chocolate chips.” She pouts, grabbing the tea towel Pax threw on the counter, and wiping off her hands before untying her white apron and hanging it back on the hook I made her in eighth grade. “I’ll just duck down the road, won’t be a second,” she sing-songs, grabbing her purse from the kitchen bench and kissing me on the cheek as she practically runs out of the house.

Once the sound of the front door closing echoes through the kitchen, I turn my attention back to my man. The baker.

“Come here, Blue,” he ushers, biting his lip as his eyes slowly trail down my body. “Missed you.” I roll my eyes even though his words make me tremble.

The way he’s looking at me has my nipples pebbling under my sports bra, and they don’t go unnoticed.

Pax’s eyes zero in on my chest, and he repeats himself, his voice softer this time. “Come here, baby.”

My legs move before my brain has time to catch up, and as soon as I get close enough, he grabs me by the hips and lifts me onto the counter, wedging himself between my thighs. He’s tall enough that even on the counter, I still have to look up a little to meet his glimmering hazel eyes, and what I see in them makes my pussy clench.

Hunger. Need. Devotion.

“I’m all sweaty,” I whine, attempting to protest as he leans down and trails kisses up my jaw.

“Like you sweaty,” he whispers, moving his mouth to the spot underneath my ear that drives me wild. His breath hits the sheen coating my skin in the most tantalising way. “Want you so damn bad right now. You have no idea. I’ve fantasised about fucking you on this counter for more years than I’d like to admit. Dreamt about bending you over, hoping your mum didn’t come home and interrupt us.” Placing his hands on my knees, he slowly moves them up my legs until his thumbs fit in the crease between my hips and thighs. “Want to lay you down and eat this pussy,” he whispers again, making a small moan escape my mouth as he nips at my collarbone. “Want to flip you over and hold you down. Want to hear those little whimpers as I push you over the edge. Want to fuck you so hard that I have to carry you to bed, Blue.”

The mouth on him…

“Jesus,” I hiss, as he runs his knuckle between my thighs, right along the seam of leggings, adding just enough pressure to make me groan. “Do it,” I plead, so fucking worked up over a few words and the feel of his warm breath on my neck. I can’t pretend that I hadn’t thought about this exact scenario over and over, that I hadn’t pictured it.

“You want it?” he teases, sucking gently on the spot just under my ear. “You want to be spread out, right here, right now? Want my cock so deep inside of you that you scream for me to stop, even though you’d fucking cry for me if I did?”

“Yes,” I moan, and he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter, using his body to keep me from sliding straight off. “Please.”

He chuckles, running his nose up my throat, inhaling loudly, and then pressing his rock-hard dick against me.

“See how hard you make me?” he goads, pulling back and doing it again, making me pant with need. “See how much I crave you, Indie? You’re making me lose my damn mind. Always have.”

“Please,” I moan, tilting my head back to the ceiling and closing my eyes.

The front door opens and we both jump. Pax quickly grabs me and helps me down in one quick motion, bending at the waist beside me, resting his forearms on the counter, clearly trying to hide his erection.

I laugh to myself as I try to get my breathing back to normal, and he just winks at me.

“To be continued,” he whispers as Mum sways her way back into the kitchen, two bags of chocolate chips in her hands.

“I remembered you had these at your place, Indie-girl. I’ll buy you some more next time I’m at the store.”

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