CHAPTER 7
SCARLETT
Dean has been standing in the kitchen of my bakery all day. He woke up with me this morning and carried me straight into the shower. He washed me from head to toe, not missing a spot. Then he fucked me with his fingers before he lifted me, pressed my back against the tile, and fucked me hard and fast.
I guess he was serious when he said that he was going to be taking me raw the next time he fucked me. There was something feral in his eyes as he pushed into me. It felt so damn good, and he fucked me so hard that I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’m on birth control until after he was done, and we were drying off.
I just didn’t want to hide it from him or omit the truth. His face fell for a moment and then determination flashed in his eyes.
I’m sure he’ll be trying to convince me to go off birth control at some point. And I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s soon. That should be having me run for the hills, but I don’t want to.
It makes no sense. We’ve known each other for only a few days. I shouldn’t be thinking about babies. If he were any other man, I wouldn’t have let him have my body at this point.
But there’s something about Dean that makes my heart feel full and whole for the first time. Is that what happens when you meet the other part of your soul? I thought I was only missing my mom, I thought she was the only hole in my life.
Now, I’ve realized very quickly just how wrong I was. I didn’t even know that I was missing something even bigger until I walked out of the back of my bakery and saw Dean.
I can feel his eyes on me. It’s distracting and I’m unable to remember how much flour I need to measure to make some macrons. It shouldn’t be this difficult to remember something so simple, something I’ve done a million times without needing to think very hard about it.
When I glance over at him, I almost fumble the bowl in my hands. With an annoyed breath I force myself to focus.
“Don’t get distracted by the hotness,” I mumble to myself.
I swear I can feel the amusement coming from Dean in waves. He probably heard me. I know I’m not as quiet as I thought I was, as I wanted to be.
The man is droolworthy.
“Something to say, Sugar?”
A shiver works its way up my back, and I shoot a glare over my shoulder. The smirk on his face is sexy as hell and my pussy clenches in response.
“You are distracting,” I admit, the words full of sass as I pout.
“Good,” he grunts.
I don’t have to see him to know that he’s moving toward me. When he presses his body to my back, I lean back against him. “I’m trying to work,” I whisper.
He makes a humming sound and starts to trail kisses up and down my neck. I groan because of how good it feels. My body feels like it’s on fire.
“I’ve been hard all day,” he whispers against my skin. “It’s clear that baking is what you love. Every time you pull something out of the oven, you have the biggest smile on your face. You’re always gorgeous, but when you’re happy your beauty goes up a notch.”
“Dean,” I breathe out while trying to take in his words.
It’s been far too long since someone has told me how attractive they find me. Most of the time, it’s the opposite that happens. I know what my body looks like. I can love my body as much as I want, but that doesn’t mean anyone else will.
He makes a humming sound before nipping at my neck. I shiver in his arms, and I can practically feel how fucking proud it makes him that he gets my body to react the way he does. I’m not going to tell him he shouldn’t be proud.
I’ve never reacted to anyone else the way I react to him. How does he know my body so well?
“We don’t have much time before Hacker shows up to get the cameras installed,” there’s a warning and a threat in his voice.
His hard cock is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I press back against him. I’ve never been bold with anyone else, but I trust this man. It’s an odd sensation but trusting him makes me feel free.
Like I can do whatever my body craves, what my heart desires, and he’ll remain steady. He won’t waver or judge. He’ll still look at me with fire in his eyes and touch me with ignited desire.
I let out a squeal when Dean picks me up and cradles me against his chest. My eyes are big and round when I look up at him to find his dark eyes hooded and filled with lust.
“What are you doing?”
He smirks at me and arches an eyebrow in challenge. “What do you think I’m doing, Sugar?” He starts to stride toward my office and my heart begins to hammer in my chest. “I told you we don’t have much time before my brother is here to get the cameras installed. Being this close to each other, without touching, has put us both on edge.”
“This is my bakery,” I try to sound scandalized, but it comes out breathy and filled with need.
“I know,” he winks at me before entering my office and kicking the door shut behind him.
He doesn’t break stride as he heads right to my desk, settling me down on top while he sits in my office chair. The way he’s looking at me, as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, has my pussy soaked.”
“You’ve been baking all sorts of treats all day,” his voice is rough, as if the words are sandpaper, “but the only sweet thing I’ve been able to think of while watching you is the taste of your pretty, pink pussy.”
I gasp, “Dean.”
The grin he shoots me is pure fucking sin. Before I know what’s going on, he has me stripped from the waist down, one of my shoes on the ground and my jeans and panties dangling from the other foot because he doesn’t bother to take off that shoe.
My position and my partially undressed state is makes me feel deliciously dirty. We’re definitely doing something we shouldn’t be, but I just don’t have it in me to stop him now.
In just one night together, I’ve become addicted to the way he makes me feel. I’ve never known the kind of pleasure Frenzy can give me. I’ve never experienced the precious way Dean makes me feel.
There’s something magnetic about the man. I want to always be in his orbit.
As much as part of me wants to guard my heart, concerned that this won’t last, I know it’ll be impossible. Dean demands all of me without holding anything back. My soul desperately wants to make him happy and give him everything he desires.
My knees fall open and I reach up to thread my fingers through his spiky black hair. His pupils dilate as he gazes at my pussy which is on display for him.
“Are you going to eat me or are you just going to stare at me?”
His eyes flash up to mine and there’s a hint of surprise there, but it’s quickly replaced by amusement and something deeper, something I’m not sure I’m ready to identify.
Dean doesn’t kiss up my legs, going slow and heightening the tension between us. No, not my man.
He dives right between my thighs, his lips, tongue, and teeth attacking my pussy like he’s fucking starving. The sounds he’s making as he slides his tongue between my folds are indecent as fuck. It’s clear he’s enjoying every second.
And he’s not alone.
My thighs start to shake almost immediately, being so close to him all morning without touching him—because I was trying to be good while working—has me already teetering on edge. Hours of foreplay without touching will do that to a girl.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth and three fingers plunge inside of me without warning, my ass fucking levitates off the desk and my head falls back as I shout out my surprise and pleasure. He grunts around my tender bundle of nerves, already so fucking sensitive that I can hardly stand it.
His fingers curl inside of my tight channel, the stretch of his fingers nowhere near what I experience when his cock is deep inside of me. With his other hand, he pushes down on my abdomen to hold me in place and keep me grounded.
I need it. It would be far too easy to float away right now. Would I ever come down to Earth?
For a second, I realize that I’m not insecure about him touching my soft stomach. Normally, I would be filled with nerves and negative self-talk because of where and how he’s touching me.
Not with Dean.
My shoulders relax and I fall back against the desk, no longer able to hold myself up even though the sight of his head between my thighs is sexy as fuck.
Dean growls against my pussy, his head shaking back and forth like he’s a beast playing with his favorite toy.
The thought of being his favorite anything has me gliding along the edge of my orgasm. I try and hold back, not wanting this to end.
But it’s useless.
“You better cover my face with your sweet cum, Sugar,” he demands. “Now,” is all he needs to bark before I fucking shatter.
His teeth scrape across my clit and he taps on my g-spot in just the right way. His words. His touch. The look in his eyes.
It’s all I need to fucking shatter. I have just enough mental capacity to cover my mouth with my hands as my orgasm takes over. Still, it’s only enough to muffle the sound of his name on my lips, the pleasure he’s giving is obvious.
I’m a panting mess, my entire body shaking and spasming with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Dean is right there though. His touch becomes gentle as he leads me down out of the clouds and back to him. I blink a few times and the spots dancing in my vision start to fade.
It’s only when my breathing evens out that Dean pulls his fingers from my pussy. I watch with wide eyes as he sucks each finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as if he’s savoring the taste of me. It’s sexy as fuck.
I have to sit up slowly, my entire body feeling weightless and boneless. When I reach for his belt, he grips my hands and shakes his head slowly.
My eyebrows pull together and I pout, “You don’t want me to?”
“Oh, Sugar,” his voice drops an octave, “I’d love nothing more than your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, but I know Hacker is going to be here soon. I won’t have him finding you like that.”
My heart sinks. Does he not want anyone to know about us? I should have fucking known.
Dean grips my chin and raises my head; I wasn’t even aware that I had looked away from him while trying to hide the riot of emotions going through me.
“None of that,” his tone holds no room for argument. “I’ve already told Hacker that you’re mine. I’ve told our President, Lucifer as well.” My eyes widen at his confession. “I don’t want any of my brothers to know how much fucking pleasure you give me,” possession flashes in his eyes, “because they can’t have you.” He lowers his head until his lips are hovering over my own. “You’re mine.”
When he slams his mouth onto mine, I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s not something I ever thought I would like, but I do. I suck his tongue into my mouth and moan into the kiss.
The knock on the door has us breaking apart. Well, he pulls back all cool and confident and I jump about three feet into the air and almost topple off the desk. Dean doesn’t let me fall though.
“Be right out,” he calls out and winks at me as my face goes bright fucking red.
“Sure,” a male voice says from the other side of the door, but he holds the word out like he doesn’t believe my man for a second.
I grimace, knowing another DSMC brother is right outside my office door and probably knows exactly what we’ve been doing in here. Yikes.
Dean kneels at my feet and slowly helps me get dressed. He does it all with a gentle touch, kissing my skin as he covers it back up. Once I’m clothed, he grips my hand and leads me out of my office, closing the door quickly behind us.
Does it reek of sex? I should not have done any of that. I should have been baking.
The man leaning against the wall looks at me with sparkling eyes. “I can see why Frenzy snapped you up before anyone else could meet you,” his voice is rich and while his words are light, it’s not a teasing way.
He’s serious.
My mouth opens and closes a few times, but words escape me. Hell, I don’t even know where to start with responding.
“Stop looking at my woman,” Frenzy growls and I snap my gaze around to him.
He’s staring down his brother, the threat clear in his stance. The man, who I assume is Hacker, holds his hands up. But that’s not enough. He shoots me a wink which has Frenzy growling. No, really, he growls.
It’s sexy as hell and it’s almost as if my body instantly forgets how hard he just made us come with his mouth and fingers. Being around this man is dangerous.
“Sugar,” Dean turns toward me, his dark eyes softening as he looks down at me, “this is my club brother, Hacker. He’s the go-to guy when it comes to computers and tech. He’s also the club’s secretary.”
I clear my throat and look at Hacker, giving him a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for helping. I really appreciate it.”
“If I could leave here with some of those delicious looking cookies, that would be thanks enough for me.” Hacker wiggles his eyebrows while rubbing his stomach and licking his lips as if he can already taste the cookies.
“I think that’s a fair deal.”
Frenzy growls again, kisses my temple and then stomps over to Hacker. He grips his brother by the shoulder and forcibly pushes him away from me. “Let’s get the cameras installed and get you away from my woman.”
Hacker’s laughter follows them as I head back into the kitchen to wash my hands and get my head in the game. Dean might set my body on fire, but that doesn’t mean I can lose sight of my dreams; I have a bakery to run.