How to Fall For a Rockstar: a single mom, grumpy sunshine, small town, rockstar romantic comedy (Cas

Chapter 16

Cookies – an excuse to maneuver yourself to where you want to be

Fender

“Do you know how to make cookies?” Isla asks as we enter her house.

“I do.”

Leia rushes in behind us. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting visitors,” she says as she hurries to gather the papers scattered on the kitchen table.

I shackle her wrist to stop her. “Do you need to work? I can come back later.”

She snorts and waves to Isla who’s already pulling out ingredients to make cookies. “There’s no way my daughter is letting you leave. She’d handcuff herself to you if she could.”

The only person I want handcuffed to me is Leia. Although, I prefer to do the handcuffing. I have to hold back a groan at the vision of Leia spread-eagle on the bed with her hands tied to the headboard. She’d be at my mercy. My pants tighten as my cock enjoys the vision.

“Fender!” Isla hollers.

I clear my throat and force my mind away from sexy images of my little firecracker.

“You’re certain I’m not interrupting your work?” I ask Leia.

“It’s fine. Go help my daughter bake cookies before her head explodes.”

I chuckle and do as she says.

Isla already has the baking sheet on the counter along with a roll of pre-made chocolate chip cookie dough.

I tap the dough. “This is cheating.”

“It is?”

“Do you have chocolate chips?” I ask.

By the time Leia returns to the kitchen – her hair combed and wearing a different outfit – we’re nearly finished.

“You’re making cookies from scratch?” she asks as I demonstrate to Isla how to drop a rounded tablespoon of batter onto the cookie sheet.

“Look Mom!” Isla dips a tablespoon into the dough. When she lifts it, she brings out nearly half of the dough mixture.

“That’s a bit too much, cutie pie.” I snatch the spoon from her and show her again how much dough to use.

“I got it!” Isla tries to plop the dough onto the cookie sheet except the dough doesn’t leave the spoon. She shakes the spoon and this time the dough does leave the spoon. It doesn’t land on the cookie sheet, though. It flies through the air and lands on Leia’s chin.

Isla’s eyes widen. “Uh-oh.”

Leia wipes the dough away from her face and it falls to the counter. “Now you know why we use the pre-made dough.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t think.”

“Or you thought I needed a facial.”

“You don’t need a facial. You’re perfect.”

She scowls. “I don’t deserve to treat myself to a facial?”

“I-I…” I hold my hands up and back away. Shit. I screwed up.

She glares at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “You.” She points at me. “You’re so easy.”

For her, I’m easy. Not for anyone else.

I grab a towel and wet it. Leia nabs it from me before I can clean her face. I scowl. I want to take care of her. She doesn’t have to do everything by herself.

“All done,” Isla declares.

The cookie sheet has eight blobs instead of twelve spoonfuls of dough, but I’m not complaining. I place it in the oven and set the timer.

“What movie should we watch?” I ask.

“Spy Kids: Armageddon!”

“I haven’t seen it.”

Isla’s eyes widen. “You haven’t seen it?”

“No.”

“Have you seen any of the Spy Kids movies?”

I don’t even know what the Spy Kids movies are. “No.”

“Yippee! We can start from the beginning,” she says, and Leia moans.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper to Leia when Isla is in the living room.

“I’ve seen those movies a million times. The joys of being a parent.”

I wouldn’t mind watching a movie a million times. It’s a small price to pay in my opinion. My face must give me away because she grabs my wrists.

“I’m sorry. I’m being insensitive.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” She clears her throat. “And I should also make it clear I accept your apology.”

“You do?”

She narrows her eyes on me. “No using the dimples.”

“Didn’t realize I was.”

“You’re trouble.”

“But I’m the good kind.”

“There’s a good kind?”

I bend close to whisper into her ear. “I’ll show you.”

She shivers. I long to pull her into my arms. If whispering in her ear causes her to shiver, I want to experience how she responds to my tongue or my fingers on her body.

The doorbell rings before I can put those plans into action.

“I’ll get it,” Isla shouts, and Leia hurries after her.

Run away, Leia. Run away. Running only makes me want to chase you more.

I follow. Of course, I follow. I want to follow Leia wherever she goes.

“Hi Storm,” Isla greets a girl on the doorstep.

“You must be Leia,” the woman next to Storm says. “I’m Honor.” She turns to greet me and her eyes widen. “And who’s this?” she asks as she rakes her gaze up and down me.

I grunt.

Leia waves a hand toward me. “This is Grumpy Pants MacGrumpy.”

Honor licks her bottom lip. “I can handle a bit of grumpy.”

Leia steps in front of me. The move is possessive. Is she jealous? I cough to hide my smirk. Me smirking at her show of jealousy would piss her off. Although, I do enjoy a pissed off Leia.

“I’m sorry but Isla’s not allowed to attend the movie.”

Honor sighs. “I know. Someone,” she glares at her daughter, “didn’t tell me which movie they wanted to see.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Isla and Storm say together.

“What are you doing here if you’re not picking up Isla for the movie?” Leia asks.

“I thought Isla might want to come over and have dinner with us,” Honor says.

“Yeah!” Isla jumps up and down before rushing out of the house holding hands with Storm.

“Isla!” Leia calls after her. “Did you forget something?”

Isla glances down at her feet. “Nope.”

Leia crosses her arms over her chest. “Try again.”

Isla sighs. “Please, Mom, can I go to Storm’s house for dinner?”

“Do you really want two tweens in your house at once?” Leia asks Honor.

Honor snorts in response. “I have two teenage boys at home. I can handle two tween girls.”

“If she’s any trouble, give me a ring and I’ll come pick her up.”

“I will. Nice meeting you.” Honor waves as she leaves with the girls.

Leia shuts the door after her. “You know what this means?”

I have a whole bunch of ideas of what this could mean. “What?”

Leia’s eyes sparkle. “We get to eat all the cookies.”

I step closer. I’m down with eating all of her cookies.

The kitchen timer buzzes and she hurries to the kitchen. Oh, those cookies.

She removes the baking sheet from the oven and sets it on the stove. She frowns at the lump-sized cookies. “I don’t think my daughter is going to be a baker.”

I snag a cookie and bite into it. It’s a bit hot but the flavor is fine. “Tastes good to me.”

She hands me a glass of milk. “Sorry, I don’t have any asbestos for your throat.”

I shrug as I drink my milk. “Hot food doesn’t bother me.”

“Alrighty then, Superman. Are you also wearing tight leggings under your jeans?”

“I’m not Superman, but I am pretty strong.”

Her gaze dips to my chest and her eyes heat.

“Will you go out on a date with me?”

“What?” I must be hearing things. The last I remember Leia didn’t want to date me, but now she’s asking me out. When did things change?

“Do I have to spell things out for you? Will you?” She pokes me in the chest. “Go out with me?”

I growl. “I understood.”

“Good. Now answer the question.”

“No.”

She rears back. “No? What the hell? You literally asked me out two days ago and now you don’t want to date me? What’s wrong with you? Did you meet some other woman in the meantime? Don’t want to lower yourself to a single mom? Or is it—”

I do the one thing guaranteed to shut her up. I palm her neck and draw her near before slamming my lips on hers. She gasps and I take advantage by shoving my tongue into her mouth. The second her tart lemon taste hits me, I’m lost.

I want to taste every inch of her mouth before moving on to other parts of her body. I thread my hands through her hair to bring her closer. Until her chest touches mine and I can feel her gasping for air.

Her hands lift to grasp my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin through my t-shirt as her tongue duels with mine.

I groan and use my hold on her to tilt her head so I can dive in deeper. I press my hard cock against her belly and her fingers tighten on my shoulders. I can’t wait to get her in bed. Get her naked and experience how every inch of her tastes.

Her phone rings and she wrenches her lips from mine. Her mouth is swollen from my kisses, her hair is a mess from my hands, and her eyes are dark with passion. She couldn’t be sexier if she tried.

“I need to…” She doesn’t finish the sentence before hurrying away.

I let her go. For now. She’ll be mine soon enough.

I adjust my cock in my pants before leaving out the back door.

I’ll be back, Leia. I hope she’s ready for all I plan to give her.