27. Paige
Slow Hands - Niall Hora n
A s I stand amongst the disaster I’ve created in the kitchen, Cade appears with Goose in his arms, the tiny bundle of fur evidently having ambushed his daddy at the door. Daddy , now there’s a thought.
“What’s that smell…”
His words trail off when he sees my flour smudged cheeks and the island that’s covered in baking supplies.
“Umm.. so, about that.”
“What did you do, baby?” There's a hint of amusement in his eyes as he attempts to hide his smile and I know he’s trying really hard to hold back his laughter right now.
“I fear I may have fucked up.”
“Girlboss a little too close to the sun?”
“Something like that.”
I present the charred remains of what were supposed to be double chocolate muffins. Unfortunately, the little hamsters that live in my brain got side tracked, and we d idn’t hear the timer go off.
“They were supposed to be muffins.”
“Mmhmm. And now they’re hockey pucks?”
“It’s fine, I was just working on the 2nd batch when you walked in. I need to toss the first batch in the trash so I can use the pan again.”
Cade places Goose in his favorite spot at the breakfast nook, then strides over to me with purpose and something heated in his gaze.
“I have a better idea.” I’m not sure how I feel about the suggestive tone in his voice, though my panties would indicate otherwise.
Next thing I know, Cade is pulling the bowl of sticky muffin batter across the island. He takes a scoop with his index and middle fingers before reaching out and smearing it on my bottom lip. He cups my cheek and brings his lips a breath away from mine, then licks the batter from my mouth before fusing our mouths together. His tongue flicks out to meet mine and all I can taste is chocolate and Cade. I want to get lost in it, but before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls back and scoops up more of the mixture, smearing it over the swells of my breasts. Fuck, why is this so hot?
I don’t even have to guess what he’s going to do next. His head lowers as he licks the left and then the right, before tugging my shirt below my breasts.
“Fuck, no bra? You've been a bad girl.”
I can’t muster a response, so I settle for a moan.
He takes one peaked nipple into his mouth, while swiping more batter onto the other, then lapping that up too, paying equal attention to both sides. I thrust my fingers through his thick hair, holding him in place as he lets out a hungry moan.
“You taste like heaven, baby.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s the chocolate, Cowboy.”
I giggle as I’ m hoisted into the air, my ass hitting the countertop a second later. I spread my legs so he can step between them, but he seems to have other plans and suddenly I’m so fucking glad I chose to wear a skirt today.
Cade bunches the hem around my hips, his arms snaking around my thighs before tugging my soaked panties to the side and running his thick tongue from my opening all the way to my clit.
“No, baby, it’s definitely you.”
He continues to stroke me with the flat of his tongue, paying special attention to my swollen clit, before circling it with his lips and sucking hard. I’m so fucking close at this point, I can feel the pressure building along my spine. It won’t take long before I’m coming on his face.
Cade removes one hand from around my thighs, dragging it upwards, traveling over my soft belly, past my breasts, before wrapping around the front of my throat, applying the slightest pressure with his fingers, and holy fuck I didn’t know that could be so hot.
“Be a good little wife and come for your husband.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth one more time and I shatter, my legs convulsing as I call out his name.
“Good girl.”
I’ve died. Dead. RIP me.
Cade helps me off the counter and kisses me, hard.
“I’m not your wife yet.”
“Yet.”
Cade
We continued our kitchen encounter with a quickie in the shower before we finally got ourselves cleaned up and presentable. Walking up behind Paige, I wrap my arms around her towel clad body, resisting the urge to toss it to the ground and go for round three. I’m only stopped by th e loud rumbling of her stomach.
“Ok, Muffin Menace. I think we need to get you something to eat that doesn’t resemble charcoal.”
She turns in my arms, slapping me on the chest. “It wasn’t my fault!” she says. Her voice is dripping in irritation, but her face betrays her with a subtle smile and a gleam in her eyes.
I grip her chin between my thumb and index finger, bringing her lips to meet mine. “Fine, but you still need to eat. Let’s head over to Rosie’s. She accosted me on the sidewalk again and if we don’t get over there soon, she’s liable to show up at the door.”
“Fine, but I'm ordering extra toppings.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“Give me 10 minutes to get ready. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
She turns to walk into the closet, but before she can get far, I reach out and slap her ass, watching it jiggle as she startles from the contact. “Don’t make me wait long, baby.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Cowboy.” And with that, she drops her towel, sauntering into the closet, and my cock is ready to go again. Down, boy.
15 minutes later, we pull up to the curb in front of Rosie’s. Paige looks beautiful in a pair of figure hugging jeans cuffed at the angles, and her signature red peacoat. There’s a chill in the air as I intertwine our fingers, tugging her towards the entrance. The familiar bell chimes overhead as I lead my girl into the diner. Archie is in his usual spot at the end of the counter, Rosie leaning over to whisper in his direction as we lock eyes from the front of the restaurant.
“About damn ti me!” she shouts, as she rushes over, arms spread wide. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Paige. Cade has told us so much about you, he can’t seem to help himself.”
“I think most of what you’ve heard is gossip, Rosie, but I can’t deny that I’m pretty smitten with my girl.” I release her so she can embrace Rosie and I immediately miss the feel of her in my arms. Rosie squeezes her tight like a grandmother welcoming home her long lost grandchild. There’s a hint of sadness in Paige’s eyes as Rosie releases her.
“Counter or the usual booth?” Rosie asks.
“I was actually thinking we’d join Archie at the counter today. You good with that, Arch?” I call over to the older man. His silver hair is neatly combed back, eyes twinkling with years of wisdom. He’s wearing a blue plaid shirt tucked into his well worn jeans and weathered boots. He gives me a subtle nod, patting the seat beside him. “Come on over, kids. Keep this old man company.”
Paige smiles the genuine smile that makes her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. She holds out her hand to Archie, and says “So nice to meet you, sir.”
“Oh please, pretty girl like you can call me Arch, and I’m a hugger,” he says, as he pulls Paige into a quick hug, patting her once on the head. I’ve never known Archie to be so openly affectionate, but I’m not going to call him out on it. Nothing gets past Archie, and I suspect he saw the look on Paige’s face when his wife hugged her, too.
“What can I get ya?” Rosie asks from the other side of the counter.
We place our orders, and true to her word, Paige orders the extra toppings for her pancakes, including strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate chips.
“Hang onto this one, Cade. She’s a keeper.”
“That’s the plan, Rosie.”
While we wait for our orders, Rosie asks Paige about her photography. Nothing gets her more animated than asking her about something she loves. The short list of those things includes photography, books, and Goose. I’d like to think I’m somewhere on that list, too.
“You know, I could use your help with the diner. My son says I need to start something on that Insta photo app. Now I don’t know a thing about that, but I’d love some new photos.”
Paige’s entire face lights up at the opportunity. “Really? I would love that, Rosie. Truly.”
They get to talking through the details, making quick work of our meals as the conversation continues for well over an hour, diving into Paige’s vision for the styling, portraits of the employees, and even going so far as creating the social media accounts for the diner. By the time we’re ready to leave, Paige has scheduled her first photoshoot in Oak Ridge and I’m ready to take her home and show her exactly how proud I am.