Chapter 7
Addison
Rolling over I snuggle against Trevor enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. That is until the sensation of sunlight hitting the back of my eyelids rouses me, and I instantly bolt out of bed. Shit. What time is it?
I never wake after the sun has risen. Any baker worth her weight in salt and flour is already hard at work at this hour. After the quickest shower in history, I grab my purse and sprint to the car. But before I’ve even unlocked the vehicle my heart sinks. The back tire is flatter than a fritter. Ugh! What on earth is going on today?
“Rushing back inside, I wince at the thought of waking Trevor. He likely just crawled into bed before I woke up. His twenty-four hour shift ended not long ago, and he only lives minutes from the station. Although he hasn’t been asleep long, I have no idea how his night went. Had they gotten many calls?
“Trev?” I whisper in his ear, trying to gently shake his arm to awaken him without causing alarm. “Trev, babe?”
“Hmm?” His hand quickly travels down his torso to give himself a stroke before opening one eye to look up at me. “Need a little vitamin T before work?”
“Trev,” I huff. Good grief. “My car has a flat tire, and I’m already late. Why didn’t you wake me up when you climbed in? You know I’m usually already gone when you get here!”
“I didn’t know if you weren’t feeling well, or got someone to cover for you for a few hours. I didn’t want to wake you just to ask,” he says, sitting up to orient himself before reaching for his pants.
“No, you don’t have to get up. Can I take your truck? You can change the tire later and bring my car to the shop and switch them. Go back to sleep.”
As if on autopilot, he flops back down on the bed. He must have had a long night. He’s not usually one to forego a kiss goodbye, but I don’t have time to worry about that right now. I barely make it two steps before my hand is yanked behind me, and I fall on top of him.
Umph. “What are you doing? Did you miss the part where I said I was late? I should’ve been there hours ago,” I splutter, smacking him on the chest.
“Cool your jets, sassy! One minute for a kiss goodbye isn’t going to make a difference. Now shut your mouth unless you want me to fill it with something!” His words come out with a growl. Suddenly his hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me forward until his big, beautiful warm lips take mine as his hot tongue pushes inside.
As he pulls away, my senses wrap in a delicious fog. I lie there unable to remember what I was doing mere moments ago. How does this man still have this effect on me? I never imagined I’d find someone who could still make me feel as electric as we did when we first met.
“Uh, Addy?”
“Hmmm?”
“Weren’t you going somewhere?” I feel a chuckle rumble beneath me as he slaps my backside. “I can call Alden at Honey Bunz and ask him to put a closed sign on the shop for a few hours.”
“What? No.” Pushing myself off of this hypnotizing man, I run in search of his keys.
“They’re on the counter.”
“I love you!” “The words trail behind me as I dash to his truck. Starting the ignition, I thank heaven he’s so close to town. I should be there in enough time to at least get the coffee going before the usual seven o’clock crowd arrives. Truth be told, most of my early morning customers are just there for coffee. Alden’s sucks. They stop there for morning baked items before heading my way for coffee and conversation. They talk about their upcoming celebrations and we try to find ways to let my confections make a starring appearance. I’ve likely only missed a few folks by arriving late, but it throws off my baking schedule.
As I put the car in park, I reach for my purse and notice Trevor’s turn out gear. The soot covered insulated jacket and matching pants are strewn across the passenger seat of the truck, his helmet and boots sitting on the floorboard beneath. Running my hand along the rough exterior of the material, my mind drifts to the conversation yesterday about the surprise photoshoot. I can’t help the immense sense of delight that forms in my chest. Picturing my handsome man on the cover of a firefighter calendar for charity causes a toothy grin to spread from ear to ear. Having given up my modeling days, I’m still fully aware of the excitement of such events. I’m proud of him.
And us.
For all of my feelings of possessiveness at the thought of some woman oiling up my guy for the perfect shot, I’m not a jealous person. Even more so with Trevor. If a guy isn’t into me or only interested in the physical, I simply move on. I know I can do better. Hence why I was single for so long until Trevor came to Sycamore. He briefly walked away from our relationship in the early days, but only because of the fear “I could step out on him. A very rational concern given all that his ex, Ashley, put him through. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt, he’d never betray me. And it’s great having a healthy relationship with a partner you love and trust.
As I open the shop and set about getting the coffee brewing and the day’s baked goods prepped for the oven, my thoughts remain on my gorgeous hero. He’s honestly the whole package. Kind, smart, funny, and my exact equal in bed.
Wait… that’s it.
“Hey, cupcake. Your car is all set. You got my keys? I couldn’t find them under the seat.”
“Oh. I must’ve brought them in with me by accident, rushing to get the place up and going this morning. Let me grab them.” Spinning on my heel, I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent from giggling and giving anything away. As I grab his keys, I spot his turnout gear hidden alongside my purse in the back closet.
I return to find one delicious firefighter with his face covered in cream cheese icing. “These are good,” he mumbles around a mouthful of carrot cake cupcake. I can’t help but laugh as I approach. Sliding my hands behind his neck, I pull him down enough so I can lick the cream cheese off of his lips and chin.
Trevor pulls my pelvis against his hips and growls into my ear. “Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing, cupcake.”
Biting into my lower lip, I stare up at him. “Sorry. You were too tempting.” I pull away as the front door chimes. “I thought you’d still be asleep.”
“Nah. I only needed a short nap. We had an early morning call, but I got a few hours before that.”
The older couple who’ve entered are taking inventory of my glass bakery case, so I decide to share what I’ve been icing in the back.
“Hey, can we do dinner at home tonight?” It’s Thursday, which is poker night with the guys. I’m well aware of this, but wait for a response.
“You’ll be home before I meet the guys?”
“No, afterward is fine. I’ll get a snack ‘til then.”
“Okay. Sure. I’ll do the same. Love you.” And with that, he’s off, leaving me to plan a tasty surprise for tonight.
* * *
“Hey, I’m home. Where are you?” Dropping my keys on the counter, I’m surprised to find Addison hasn’t set the table. Normally if we have dinner at home, she’s got the table set even if we pick up takeout. Occasionally we’ll eat pizza directly from the box if we’re watching a movie together, but the den is eerily quiet.
“Sass?” As I open the bedroom door to search for her, my mouth goes dry. Holy fuck. Addison is sprawled on the bed, wearing my turnout jacket, her dark hair tumbling down about her shoulders, and long white thigh high stockings hugging her lithe legs. As I drag my tongue across my lower lip in anticipation of “dinner”, she parts her luscious thighs enough for me to see the fire engine red panties she’s wearing. The juxtaposition of her soft creamy skin beneath my course, heavy coat would be turn on enough; yet, when she arches her back I see a flash of her tits beneath her dark tresses. My dick feels as if it’ll tear right through the front of my pants. “Jesus, what did I ever do to deserve you?”
“Awe, babe,” she croons, wiggling her fingers in a come hither motion. “I’m the lucky one. I’ve been dreaming about my calendar man all day.”
A corner of my mouth lifts as I start ripping off my pants and shirt.
“Calm down, Trev. Where’s the fire? I’m not going anywhere.” She giggles.
“I need to be inside you, like, yesterday.” I growl. I begin to climb onto the bed but stop. “Sass?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I’d never ever do anything to put you in harm’s way.” Her eyes grow weary and considering how aggressive some of our spankings have become, I realize I need to clarify what I mean before she gets too alarmed. “Can I take a picture of you like this? Fuck. You’re like my fantasy come to life right now.”
Her shoulders relax and her apprehensive expression turns to glee as she bites into her lower lip and nods.
“Fuck, yeah!” I quickly retrieve my phone and find my hands are practically shaking in my attempt to capture this moment. Looking down at it, I’m speechless.
That this pin up girl is mine.
“Uh, Trev…” My eyes connect with hers and find she has one brow raised. “You going to look at it all night, or me?” With that she spreads the jacket wider so the full frontal image of her glorious tits comes into view and I swallow hard.
Dropping the phone to the carpeted floor, I skulk toward her on all fours until I’m hovering above her tiny thong. Leaning down, I keep my eyes trained on hers as I drag my tongue along the seam of her silk red panties until a moan escapes. I’m honestly unsure if it came from her mouth or mine. There’s not much fabricate here, but I don’t want to ruin this pair. I plan on encouraging a replay of this night as often as possible. Pulling it to the side, I dive in. Lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers playing with her sweet, swollen pussy as she squirms beneath me.
“Oh, Trev,” she groans. Her thighs are tightening around my head as I continue dancing wet circles about her clit with my fingers while I eat her. I’m practically humping the bed, my dick is so hard.
“Trevor,” she squeals above me as her body arches and her body convulses against my tongue.
Wiping my face, I move above her and notice she’s covered in a sheen of sweat. This turnout gear is like a sauna. Add to that the workout I just gave her and she’s probably broiling in there. “Slide your arms out, baby. You’re so hot.” Literally .
Addison complies and as I try to help her, I can feel how damp her skin is.
“I’ll be right back.” I run to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water and douse a clean hand towel in cool water. Returning to her side, I encourage her to drink up. Then as she reclines, I trickle cold water down her soft, sweaty skin and remove the useless wet panties she’s wearing. A shriek of laughter escapes as the cool water makes contact with her warm skin. Bending my head down, I lap up the water as it trails down to her navel. “Better?”
“Oh, everything with you just gets better and better.” She smiles above me.
I slide up, latching onto a nipple before nudging her opening with the head of my dick. If I don’t get inside her soon, there’ll be a different need for that hand towel. I refuse to let that happen. There’s no way I’m coming anywhere but inside her.
Her big blue eyes hit mine, ripe with anticipation, and I drive my cock into her in one smooth motion. Our gasps of ecstasy dance together in the air between us, fueling the fire that’s been burning since I arrived on this scene. “I’m not going to last long, cupcake. Your hot wet pussy makes me insane. But dressing up like this…” I shake my head in disbelief, holding her stocking clad thighs wide to watch as my thick dick pumps in and out of her. The sight of her is nearly too much as she pinches her nipples. This vixen knows exactly what she’s doing.
My pace picks up, and I tilt my head back, attempting to concentrate on something else to hold out a bit longer. Yet, as I feel the familiar sensation of her fingers between us as she teases her clit, I know it’s a lost cause.
“Shit, Addy. You’re so fucking perfect. My very real life wet dream.” I grunt, pounding into her ferociously now.
“Trev,” she cries out.
Letting loose of her thighs, I lie over her, chasing my orgasm as I slam into her repeatedly. “Oh, fuck.”
“Trev.” Addison’s nails dig into my ass and I can’t hold out a second longer. With one forceful thrust, I empty into her, my body shaking.
Lying down by her side, I attempt to catch my breath when I feel soft fingers chasing a drop of sweat from my forehead to my ear.
“I love you. I feel as if I’m living a real life happily ever after.”
Turning to take her in, I completely understand what she means. “I’m so thankful for you, naughty girl.”
“Good. Now be nice and get me something to eat. I’m starving.”