Chapter Thirty-Eight
A Few Weeks Later
Bella
“This place is amazing.” I spin in the middle of Chloe’s Bakery as Mira dusts the glass countertop near the cash register.
“It is, isn’t it?” Her face is flushed with pride and excitement, making me even happier for her.
Dominic’s mom has sacrificed so much to take care of her sons and to give them everything they needed, and seeing her take charge of her life and do something for herself for once makes me proud.
“Yes, it is.” I brace my hands on my hips. And I’ve gotten to be a part of it.
“Mom?”
“Yes?” Mira looks toward the doorway leading to the kitchen. The original Chloe’s Bakery in Kansas City is a mirror image of this one. Glassed-in bakery cases that will be laden with goodies on Monday and bright colors decorate the space in the room, giving it a fresh, fun vibe.
“The tables and chairs are in.” Dominic strides out of the kitchen with a black wrought iron chair in his hand. “Are you ready to set everything up?” Chloe and her husband will attend the grand opening in two days.
“Yes.” She beams and claps her hands. “I’m more than ready.”
Dominic is followed by Levi, my brothers, and some of their friends as they file in with the furniture, ripping off plastic and setting things up as they go.
“It’s perfect.” Mira clasps the base of her throat and watches in awe as the guys work.
“What’s perfect?” I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “The layout or the fact that these guys are all showing off their muscles and working up a sweat?”
“Both.” Her eyes dance as she laughs. “I’d have to say it’s an even match.”
“Agreed. I didn’t realize my brothers still knew how to conduct manual labor.”
“Kiss my ass, Bella,” Sam grumbles as he flips a table onto its feet after yanking the protective plastic off the legs. “You know I’m good at manual labor.”
“Not as good as I am.” Dom winks and shoves Sam’s shoulder.
“Disgusting.” Sam glares at Dominic and puffs out his chest. “I don’t want to be reminded of your extra-curricular activities. It’s worse than knowing my parents had sex three times to produce the three of us.”
“I’m sure it was more than three times,” Mira smirks as she returns to scrubbing the cabinet. “Your parents are still young.”
“And so are you, Ms. W.” Xavier leans his elbows on the counter and studies her.
“Move on.” Dominic shoves Xavier on the shoulder. “It was bad enough when you were following Bella around like a lost puppy. I don’t need you flirting with my mom.”
Xavier stands and raises his hands, palms facing outward. “I wasn’t following your girlfriend around.” He winks at me while eyeing me up and down, slowly, just to piss Dominic off. “But she is a pretty girl. You’d better treat her right, or – “
“I’ll knock your teeth out.” Dominic stands between us, bracing his hands on his hips. “So, stop looking at her.”
I lean my backside against the cabinet and watch them bicker. I love them all, but it’s becoming problematic for me to live in the same house as my brothers. I’d like to have kitchen sex. Or bathroom sex. Or sofa –
Dominic turns on his heel and arches his eyebrows. “What?”
“Nothing.” I lie but can’t keep the smile from curving up my lips.
“You’re right, though.” Ben rips a piece of plastic off a chair. “Mira, you’re still young. What are you looking for in a man?”
“Stop.” She rolls her eyes and flips the end of the dust rag in his direction. “I’m too busy to think about men and way too old, for that matter.”
“Yes.” Levi glares at all of them. “She’s busy.”
Dominic stomps toward me and cups my face. “Wildflower, what’s going on with you?”
“You know what’s going on with me.”
“You’re a tease. Do you like knowing you get me all worked up, and then I can’t do anything about it?”
I wrap my arms around his waist and stare up into his gorgeous eyes. “Maybe.”
“Brat. You can’t tease me like that and not suffer the consequences.” The desire in his eyes is unmistakable. He’d have me bent over one of the tables already if we were alone. Thankfully, we’re not alone. These tables don’t look sturdy enough for what he’s got in mind.
“I love the consequences by the way.”
“I know you do.”
“I’m still waiting for that swat.” Heat floods my core. It doesn’t matter how often he’s had me; I want more. Always wanting more.
“That’s it. I’ve had enough.” He grabs my hand. “I’m taking Bella home.”
“Fuck me,” Sam gags and shifts his attention to the opposite wall. “Do not announce those types of things. It’s bad enough that we know what you’re doing at night.”
“And in the morning.” Dom kisses the top of my head.
“See….” Mira waves her hand at us. “I don’t have time for all that. It’s just too much work.”
“Mira.” Xavier grabs her hand and squeezes it. “You could find time. Besides, with your cookies going out in The Ultimate Book Boyfriend sex box things, that’s a great talking point at the bar.”
“That’s a great idea.” Ben drags his cell phone out of his back pocket. “A dating app.” He taps and scrolls on his phone.
“This is all your fault,” Dom growls in my ear as he drags me toward the exit.
“How?” I punch his side. “It was you that felt the need to one-up Sam for no reason.”
“Oh, there was a reason. I enjoy watching him squirm.” He twists the kitchen doorknob, drags me outside, and presses me into the brick wall. “But I enjoy watching you squirm more. It’s my favorite activity.”
“Yeah.” I rise onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. “I happen to enjoy it myself.”
“No one is home.”
“Yeah. What’s your plan?”
“You tell me what you were thinking about that made the hairs on my neck stand from several feet away.”
“Was that all that stood?” I arch into him and grind my belly into his hard cock.
“Not hardly. But it’s a rare moment when I’m in the same room with you that my dick isn’t hard. It’s only after I’ve come.”
“Yeah?” I slide my hand over his chest, along his abs, and cup his cock. “Would you like to come right now?”
“God, yes.”
“In my mouth?” I arch into him as his hands rub along my sides and hips.
“Ye-s-s.” His voice is a low groan as he nuzzles my neck.
“In the living room?”
“No.” He leans up and stares at me with eyes nearly burning me alive. “In the kitchen.” I love that he barely has control when it comes to me.
“Interesting. Tell me more.” I run my bottom lip between my teeth as slickness coats my sex.
“I want you to suck me off until I’m about to come, and then, I want to fight over whether I want to come on your tits or on your ass.” Movement from across the parking lot catches my attention. Shit. We have company.
“How is the renovation going?”
“Hello, Mrs. Martin.” I shudder from head to toe as she waves at us from the dumpster. “Good. Good.”
“Let’s not waste time. If we go quickly, you might get to do both,” I say low enough that she can’t hear me even though she makes no bones about trying to listen in.
“See you later, Mrs. Martin.” Dominic nods as he shoves me toward the pickup. I’d laugh at his eagerness, but I might come myself if I’m not careful, and that’s not something Mrs. Martin needs to see.