Chapter 38 Zach
THIRTY-EIGHT
ZACH
Alittle to the right.
I stepped back and admired my work.
"Yeah. That should do it," I told Lookah who was staring at me as if I was withholding food from him.
I guessed he had a point, considering I was teasing him by standing in front of the fridge. I decided to give him a treat before I turned back to my first bit of decoration since I'd moved in.
"Uhm, what is that?" Dare asked when he stepped back into the kitchen.
He reached in the middle of the island and grabbed a chocolate puff pastry twist and moaned at the first bite.
"Oh that?" I pointed at the fridge door, and he joined me by my side. "That is a simple but poignant reminder."
He cocked his head to the side and studied the golden embroidered frame I'd put around the dented mark on the fridge—where Dare had punched after he'd found out I'd left with Victor.
"Of what?"
"Of my stupidity, so I don't ever make the same mistake again—"
"You won't. You can't." He put his arm around me and pressed me close to his chest.
"It's also a reminder of your love for me."
Dare frowned.
"Isn't my telling you every day that I love you a reminder enough?"
I shrugged.
"Of course it is, but this doesn't hurt. It combines the two, you see. My stupidity. Your love. It's cute."
"If you say so," he groaned and let go of me, turning around to face the kitchen island and grabbing another twist. "Now that you're all settled in, what do you want to do? What do you want your first official business as an official roommate to be?"
"Official business? Did I move in with my boyfriend or a corporation?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled.
His amusement filled me with joy—so much joy I could burst. I still had to pinch myself every day when I woke up in his bed—our bed now, I suppose—with him in my arms.
It had only been a few days since I'd moved out of my old apartment, and I'd already managed to unpack and find a place for everything. It helped that I didn't have lots of big furniture to move and most of my belongings fitted neatly into cupboards, drawers and closets.
Normally that would make me feel as if this wasn't my space in the slightest if I couldn't see any of my things, or because I hadn't picked the throws or cushions, or the pots and pans, but I'd spent so long here already without any of my things.
If anything, this whole experience had helped me realize how much I didn't need material things to feel at home.
All I needed was the right person. My person. My Dare.
"Hm...let me think." I tapped my chin and hummed in fake contemplation. "How about we fix the heating in the guest room together? It's long overdue, don't you think?"
Dare frowned.
"Why? So you have an excuse to sleep in the other room when I won't put out?" he asked.
I choked a laugh.
"That's ridiculous. A, you always put out. B, why would I sleep in the guest room when my baby is in the main bedroom."
He smiled and pulled me in to kiss the top of my head.
"I'll take care of that on my own. You don't need to worry about that."
I huffed.
"You've been saying that for a month and it's still not fixed."
"And how do you know I wasn't putting it off to keep you in my bed longer?"
I rolled my eyes up at him, but when he didn't smile I gasped.
"Really? You sneaky fucker!" I pulled away and glared at him.
He groaned a laugh.
"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. And I’ve got to do you!"
I gasped again.
"Do you really want to spend your first official day here doing chores? I thought we'd do something fun…"
"We haven't been having fun?" I asked.
"Of course we have," he answered and grabbed my hand so he could drag me back into his arms. "We could have more."
"More fun? What is this? A circus?"
Dare pouted and lowered his head as if I'd hurt his feelings so I made sure to give him a kiss and to let him know I was kidding. Even if he was obviously faking it.
"Can we do anything?" I asked.
"Anything you want," he answered.
I smirked.
"Great. Will you show me how to make your blueberry pie? I've been dying to find out."
"Anything but that!" he exclaimed.
"What? I thought you wanted to show me."
He shook his head.
"It's a secret I'll take to my grave. Sorry," he said and I glared at him in utter disbelief.
Just when I was about to open my mouth and apologize, he cracked a smile and I knew he was messing with me again.
"Oh my God, stop teasing me. I don't know when you're serious and when you're kidding anymore," I said.
"Good, I like that. It keeps you on your toes," he grumbled.
"Is that what you want? Me on my toes?"
"On your knees would be better," he said with a low timbre to his tone.
"Stop it. I'm being serious," I gently slapped his injured arm and he flinched.
He touched his bicep for a second and then took my hands in his.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just teasing you. Of course I don't want you to be on alert all the time. I want you to be at ease. I want you to be comfortable. And most of all I want you to be happy."
There was a tingle in my chest, and it grew bigger and more intense the more he said until I was all woozy from the affection and tenderness this man exuded.
"I am all those things," I whispered.
"Good," he whispered back and leaned in to give me a peck on the lips.
"You know what would make me happier though?" I asked, trying to maintain my cute, seductive energy.
"What?"
"Your blueberry pie recipe."
His jaw dropped and he audibly gasped.
"You're a cheeky fucker, aren't you. I told you I can't."
"Can't or won't?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"A bit of both." I pursed my lips and looked down at the floor in disappointment when he added, "I could be convinced though."
"Really?" I said and snapped my gaze back to him. "How?"
"I don't know. You could start with a blow job and we'll take it from there."
I glared at him.
"Mr. Patterson, are you asking for sexual favors in exchange for your baking expertise?"
"What if I am?" He smirked.
I took a step back and inhaled before I turned to him.
"I guess I'd be fine with it," I said. He pointed to the floor. "What? Now?"
"There's no time like the present," he replied and I almost burst into laughter but instead I did my duty and got down on my knees, in the middle of our kitchen, to blow my boyfriend.
Because I wanted to.
Because indeed there was no time like the present.
Thankfully we'd have a lot more presents to indulge in. To fall in love with. To simply be with.
We had a future and that meant more to me than anything else in the world.
"Your wish my command," I muttered and freed his cock from his pants so I could taste it and make us both come.
Anything for my boyfriend.
Anything for baking.
Anything to find the secrets of his blueberry pie.