Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Cash
Waking up next to Cece was a fantasy I never thought would come true. Although at no point in said fantasy did her sister calling early as shit factor in.
After talking her sister down and having a discussion on where we stand, we clean up our makeshift bed off the floor.
“I wish I had a change of clothes,” Cece says.
“Hold that thought,” I tell her and pull my jeans on before I run upstairs, where I keep a couple extra T-shirts.
When I get back into the living room, I slide the shirt over her head, which looks more like a short dress on her.
“Not that I mind you walking around naked, but I really like the look of you in my clothes.” I grab her around the waist and pull her flush against my body, my hand slipping under the hem of the shirt and squeezing her naked ass. “Feel free to not wear panties in my presence as well.”
Cece giggles and pulls out of my hold. “Come on. I’m starving and need some coffee,” she says, padding into the kitchen. When I follow her, she’s reaching up inside the cabinet where the coffee grounds are. The shirt rides up, exposing the soft flesh of her delectable backside.
“Yeah, I really like you in my shirt.”
She turns and throws me a saucy wink before getting back to her task at hand.
“French toast sound good?” she asks, pulling a frying pan from the lower cabinet.
“You don’t have to cook for me, sweetheart. I can take you out for breakfast or go pick something up.”
“I want to,” she says, grabbing a loaf of bread I didn’t know I had from the refrigerator.
“I made brioche the other day, and it’s the best kind of bread to use for French toast.” She sets the bread on the counter and opens the fridge again, pulling out eggs, milk, and a bowl of berries.
She opens the top cabinet next to the stove and rummages through it, grabbing a little bottle of vanilla extract and the cinnamon.
“What can I do to help?” I ask, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, feeling useless.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Nothing. I’ve got it.”
I step toward her and loop my arm around her waist as she opens the egg carton.
“Uh-uh. That’s not how it works. If you’re making breakfast for us, then I’m helping.
I won’t pretend to know the first thing about cooking, but I’m not going to sit around while you make me breakfast. Put me to work, Chef. ”
Cece looks up at me with something like wonder flashing in her blue eyes. “Okay,” she nods toward the bowl of strawberries. “You can wash and cut those up for me.”
“On it.” I do as she says as she prepares the egg mixture. When I pop a berry into my mouth, the bright, sweet flavor invades my senses. “God, these are so good.” I moan and grab another one, walking over to her as she places a piece of bread in the sizzling pan.
“Open,” I command, holding the strawberry up. She does, and I place the berry on her tongue.
She chews with a small smile on her face. “Delicious.”
I bend my head and take her mouth in a kiss, my tongue playing on her lips until she opens for me. When she does, our tongues tangle and tease, the taste of Cece and the sweetness of the strawberry mingling over my taste buds.
I pull away and lick my lips. “Mmm, my favorite.”
Cece blushes, her eyes having gone a little hazy until she suddenly remembers the French toast frying in the pan. “Shit,” she says and flips the bread over. “Okay, we’re good, it didn’t burn.”
“Sweetheart, I’d take your lips on mine over a perfectly cooked breakfast any fucking day of the week.”
She laughs. “Sorry. Old habits and all that.”
My head tilts to the side. “What do you mean?”
She shakes her head, her blonde hair falling forward, shielding her face from me. “Nothing.”
I don’t like the sound of that. I swipe her hair behind her ear. “Tell me what that meant,” I say softly.
“Those memories have no place here. It’s just a thought that popped into my head when I was afraid I’d burned the toast.” She places the first piece on a plate, then dips another piece of bread into the egg before placing it in the pan.
She’s not stalling per se, but she is taking her time telling me what that memory is.
“When I went to live with Otto, I was young. My mother had done most of the cooking, and I liked to bake. But Otto expected a full breakfast every morning, and he wanted it ready when he came downstairs. I was nervous to have so many things going at once, and I burned a pancake. When he came downstairs, he smelled the char and slapped me across the face. Told me I should have been more careful with the food he provided, and I was careless. That was the first and only time I burned anything in the house. Not that it stopped him from finding plenty of other ways where I fell short, so he could punish me.”
She flips the bread, but doesn’t look at me.
“Hey,” I say, gently using her hand to tilt her face toward mine. “You don’t ever have to worry about that with me. You know that, right?”
She nods and whispers, “I know.”
“I wish I would have been the one to slice his throat,” I say, thinking back to that day on the compound. “If I’d have known what he did to you, I don’t think anyone could have stopped me from taking my pound of flesh.”
“You didn’t even know me then.”
I shake my head. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. When you held your sister’s hand and watched everything you’d known your entire life burn to the ground, I knew you were the strongest woman I’d ever met.
Even if I didn’t feel that way, I still would have wanted to kill him myself.
No man has the right to hurt a woman. Ever. ”
Cece clears her throat and gives me a watery smile. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for wanting to kill that piece of shit.”
She chuckles, but it doesn’t hold any humor. “No. Thank you for believing in me even if I didn’t believe in myself. Even when I felt like I was drowning.”
“I told you, sweetheart—you’ve got me to help you swim now.”
When breakfast is ready, we sit at the kitchen table, and I kiss my woman between taking bites of her delicious French toast. When we’ve both finished, I grab the plates and take them to the sink.
Cece stands, but I shoot her a look. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”
She holds her hands up and sits back down with a smile on her face. “Fine, I don’t mind watching you do some work, especially when you’re half-naked.”
“Feel free to stare, sweetheart. This is all yours anytime you want it.”
She laughs, and I shoot her a wink, then fill the sponge with soap and go about cleaning the plates and scrubbing out the pan.
Cece keeps her eyes glued to me as she sips her coffee.
Some people might feel a little awkward, a little on display, but not me.
I fucking love the lust in my woman’s eyes as she watches me freely.
Love having her here in my house that’s starting to feel more like ours with each passing day.
When I finish, I dry my hands on a towel and walk over to where Cece is sitting before I lean down and kiss her. My hands grip her waist, and she lets out a little squeal of surprise when I lift her from her chair and set her on the table.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I sit in the chair she was occupying.
My hands trail from her ankles to her knees, and I spread her legs in front of my face. Her already wet center makes my mouth fucking water.
“Having my dessert,” I reply.
“No one has dessert after breakfast,” she says, her breath hitching as my hand trails up the inside of her thigh.
“Then I’m thanking you for breakfast.”
“You already thanked me.” Her hips jerk when my thumb slides over her, a ghost of a touch teasing her clit.
“Fine. I’m going to eat my woman out on the kitchen table because I want to taste her sweet cunt.” I dip my head and take a long lick up her pussy. “Mmm. Fucking delicious.”
Cece lets out a shaky breath and leans back on her elbows. “That feels so good.”
I lick again. “You like that?”
She nods. “When you moan against me. I feel the vibrations through my entire body.”
I bend my head again and lick her wet opening, moaning as my tongue swirls her clit.
“Yes,” she groans. “Just like that.”
One hand tangles in my hair, and her hips begin to roll under my mouth as my tongue flicks her swollen bud.
Fuck, I love how she isn’t afraid to tell me what she likes.
It’s as though we’ve unlocked the goddess inside her who is free to tell me what she needs and what her desires are. When I enter two fingers and curl them, finding her G-spot, she cries out as my tongue plays with her clit, and the pads of my fingers rub the sensitive spot inside her.
“Oh God,” she cries out. “I’m going to come.”
Her hand tightens in my hair as her hips buck up into my face, and the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers while she lets out a long moan.
I keep licking her clit, and the orgasm rockets through her, her entire body becoming taut as her sweet cunt clamps hard around me.
When her moans begin to fade, I slow my licks, following her down.
Cece collapses back on the table, a satiated smile on her flushed face.
“That was…” her breaths are still coming out in hard pants. “Quite the thank-you.”
A low chuckle vibrates through my chest. “You make me breakfast, I eat you out. Seems like I get the better end of the deal on that.”
“How do you figure?” A small smile plays on the corner of her mouth.
Taking her hands in mine, I pull her up and onto my lap.
One of my hands tangles in her hair as the other wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“Because I’m the one who gets to make you come, hear those breathy pleas from your lips, and taste your delicious pussy.
It’s become my new favorite pastime, and trust me when I tell you, I’ll be making the most out of it every chance I get. ”