Too Sweet (Boys of Lake Chapel)

3. Joey

Chapter 3

Joey

The deep sedation of sleep has me so drowsy I can barely open my eyes. I have no idea how long I’ve been napping. I suspect a few hours, given how sated I feel. I’m relaxed from my scalp to my toes.

I let myself roll around the enormous bed—an upgrade to the primary suite we made over the holidays—stretching out all my limbs and savoring the delicious chill of the sheets.

The crisp coolness won’t last, so I’ll enjoy it now while I can. Tonight, with any luck, I’ll have multiple men warming this bed.

When I finally crack my eyelids open, I’m startled to see a glowing blue light from the corner of the room.

It only takes my brain a few seconds to catch up. Kylian. Sitting in the dark. Scrolling on his phone. And now that I’m awake, staring right back at me.

“It’s creepy to watch people sleep.” I sit up against the headboard and pull the blankets with me so they’re tucked under my chin.

Kylian sets the device down, but keeps the screen pointed up, presumably so we can still see each other.

“I’ve watched you sleep almost every night since we’ve been together,” he states.

“What?” I laugh. “No way.”

“Yes way,” he counters. “Every night we’ve been apart since we got together. Except for last weekend. I tried to convince K to stay on the phone after we were done with virtual phone sex, but he refused. He claimed the light would bother you while you slept.”

My cheeks heat at the memories of last weekend. Kendrick and I were at the NFL Scouting Combine. After we celebrated his amazing performance in the hotel shower, we FaceTimed the other guys and let them celebrate with us, too.

“Why?” I ask. My voice is soft and breathy.

He rises from the chair and stalks toward me, backlit by the illumination from his phone. He’s exquisite in the blue light, his handsome face and high cheekbones accentuated by the glow and sharp angles of his glasses.

When he’s beside the bed, he grips my chin and tips my head back slightly.

“I watch you because I’m obsessed with you. Every breath you take, I want to witness. Each little sigh in your sleep, I want to hear. Every smile. Every grimace. I want to see them all. I need to remember them. Commit them to memory.”

He leans forward and dusts his lips over mine.

“I watch you because I like the reminder—and the reassurance—that you’re mine.”

Heat flares in his bright blue eyes.

Sparks of arousal ignite in my chest.

He angles in closer, his lips ghosting over mine in a mischievous smile.

“Are you ready for your first surprise, baby?”

Giddiness replaces the lust pumping through my veins.

“Yes!” I slap my hands to the mattress, ready to hop out of bed and get on with it.

But Kylian doesn’t move. He doesn’t even let go of my chin. Instead, he nips my bottom lip and says, “Yes, what?”

Another shiver rolls through me, sparks of excitement and stimulation illuminating my insides once more.

“Yes, Daddy.”

With an approving smirk, he straightens and pulls me to my feet. “Good girl. Let’s go.”

Rather than lead me out of the room, he guides me through the dark to the en suite bathroom.

As soon as he pushes open the door, my senses are overwhelmed by the scents of sugar, vanilla, and buttercream. The lights are turned low, and there are lit candles on every surface.

But the pièce de résistance is the tub.

The enormous, deep, white porcelain tub that’s filled with more sprinkles than I’ve ever seen in one place.

I bring both hands to my mouth, absolutely shocked by the sight before me.

The tub isn’t just partially full, and I don’t see any water. I think he actually filled the entire basin with multicolored sprinkles.

My cheeks burn from smiling as I take it all in.

“You didn’t,” I finally say, biting my bottom lip as I look over to meet his gaze.

Puzzled, he looks from the tub then back to me. “Clearly, I did.”

My brilliant, literal boy.

I squeeze his neck, bouncing on my toes like a little kid. “Please tell me we’re getting in.”

His pointed look zaps all the excitement I was just feeling.

“Baby. Under no circumstances could I possibly get into that tub.”

Okay, fair. Just looking at that many sprinkles all in one place is overstimulating. I can’t imagine what it would actually feel like. Although I really do want to find out.

“You, however?” His salacious grin is my first clue. “You are going to strip naked, climb into the tub, and then be the very best girl for me by using this on your clit.”

One brow cocked, he reaches toward the vanity and procures an enormous wand vibrator.

I scurry to undress, smiling like a fool as I rip off my clothes. I pile all my hair on top of my head, hastily secure it with the elastic around my wrist, then pop one hip for good measure.

“How do I look?”

Kylian assesses me up and down, then shamelessly adjusts his erection.

“Like you want to sink into 834.6 pounds of sprinkles and grind against this wand until you come so hard you see stars.”

I’m on him a second later.

Our kisses are frantic. Desperate and needy. He grips my hip hard, shifting back just enough to work the vibrator between our bodies.

When he turns it on, I moan and hitch one leg around him, trying in vain to get even closer.

“Get in the tub,” he commands against my mouth.

I whine, not wanting to leave him or the source of the heat that’s already building low in my belly.

“Jo.”

He clicks the vibrator off.

I deflate. “Not fair!”

With his hands on my upper arms, he guides me over to the tub. “Be a good girl and do what I say. Now .”

I wiggle my ass against him. “Yes, Daddy.”

Stepping into the tub of sprinkles is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. At first it tickles, but as I settle in, it feels like a million gentle pinpricks. My skin warms instantly as my body reacts to the sensation. It’s not uncomfortable, just wildly foreign. Like all my senses have been turned up. Like I’m primed and extra perceptive to every touch.

My ass doesn’t even touch the porcelain, making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I giggle again. I can’t help it. It’s a heady experience, being absolutely sheathed in sugar. The sweet scent wafting up around me is so strong I can practically taste it.

Grinning up at Kylian, I reach for the vibrator. “I don’t know if this is going to work—”

“Oh, it’ll work. I’ve been fantasizing about this for days, baby. Sit back. Relax. Spread your legs and put this right where you need it. I can’t wait to watch you come over and over again, surrounded by sprinkles.”