Page 9 of Sweet on Her

“That’s not gonna happen. I don’t want to do anything like that.”

“Then do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from her.”

“Same goes, cuz.”

“I’ll talk to your grumpy ass later. Just be careful. I remember how bad it was when she dumped you that first time. Don’t give her a second chance to steal what’s left of your heart, man.”

“I’m not. I…I guess I just got scared that she was hurt. I couldn’t think.”

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“Same goes.”

We hang up and I stare off into space, running my hand through my hair and tugging hard. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I whisper.

Because every time I close my eyes I see that golden sparkle in her hazel eyes, see the way her hips look when she swings around and stalks off. The way her ass just sways back and forth, tugging my eyes to them, helpless to stop.

“Stop doing this to yourself, asshole. She’s going to leave, she’s not interested in you.”

I can tell myself that until I’m blue in the face. But when I close my eyes that night, my dick still rock-hard, all I can see is her hazel eyes flashing with that lustful fire that makes my body sing like a wild thing.

Staring at the ceiling, I spend the night locked in old memories and a new hunger that has me wrapped in its iron grip and there’s no getting away this time.

I roll over and my cock whimpers painfully. Sighing, I turn until I’m staring at the ceiling again and my hand wraps around my cock. Groaning, I focus my mind on Kat. Not from before. From now. From the seductive, short curls that she has now instead of the long tresses that I used to wrap around my body. The new shorter style suits her and I ache to fist her hair again.

Closing my eyes, I growl and my hips punch back and forth, my eyes glazing over when I feel that sizzle of desire and lust building in my spine, spreading out like a wall of heat and hunger.

My hand spreads out the precum on my dick and my hand glides up and down, but it’s not my hand now. It’s hers. Her little hand is wrapped tight around my cock, her lips so close that I can feel her breath across the head.

Her breath puffs out and my head falls back, my eyes blank and wide as I grind on my hand, my head thrown back, neck straining as I picture her red lips wrapped around me, feel the warm, moist heat of her mouth skating down my thick rod, my hand in her soft dark curls, her hazel eyes flashing at me.

With a grunt and a jerk, I spend in my hand, thick jets of my cum falling on my skin.

“Fuck,” I growl and get up to get a damn towel.

I wish I could say that I’ll never do that again, but as long as Kat is in town, I think we all know that that’s not possible.

I’ll be horny and useless for anything but fucking her for the foreseeable future.

Sighing, I turn over and close my eyes, exhausted.

Then I let my eyes close and grumble, falling asleep in one quick shot.

CHAPTER 6

Kat

“So that’s how we use this mixer. I’m sure you’ve got something similar in that bakery you used to work at.”

Nodding my head, I smile at the little baker. She’s such a sweet person that I can’t stay mad even if I want to. Not to mention I’m not mad at her. I am hella pissed at fate right now. If my father hadn’t gotten sick and needed some looking after, I’d still be in my home and not thousands of miles away, reliving some old memories and wishing I didn’t fuck things up the first time around.

“Seems simple enough.”

“Do you want to come in and open with me in the morning?”

“Sure,” I shrug my shoulders. “I should get used to how things run before I start trying to work some new things in.”

“You can work some new stuff in if you want to. I just thought it might be nice if we worked together a few times before we started adding hours and catering services.”

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