Chapter 43 God Damn Woman
GOD DAMN WOMAN
Ember
It had been a solid week of celebrating with Wyatt over our engagement, but we decided today would be the day we told the rest of the family. I felt the ring in the pocket of my jeans, my finger feeling so empty and sad without it.
I shook my head, feeling lighter than I ever had before. I was getting married, and it was truly a full-on dream come true for me. Beyond anything I ever imagined being my life.
A set of arms wrapped around me from behind, and he dipped his lips to my exposed neck. “How many more hours until it’s back on your finger?” he whispered.
I giggled, the air from his mouth leaving goosebumps along my skin. “Just a few more. It’s safe in my pocket, don’t worry.”
His teeth grazed over me, and I bit back a moan. “Just the thought of it makes me want to bend you over this counter and fuck you from behind. We haven’t gotten to have any fun in here yet.”
I blew out a huff. “Well no, it’s only been done for three days.
We’ve had time for nothing except cleaning it and setting things up.
” I turned in his arms, my own locking around his neck.
“Thank you, by the way. I know you’ve been busy with Julian and Theo and all that, but I appreciate all your help with this. ”
He smiled, that boyish one I loved so much. “Please, you’re a great deal more fun to hang out with than them. I mean this ass,” he said while grabbing my ass with both palms. “Theo and Julian could never compare.”
I playfully smacked his chest and pushed him away before he got any bright ideas that involved me having to be quiet while he fucked my brains out. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I am, but I think I know how we should celebrate later,” he said while waggling his eyebrows like a cheesy rom-com star would.
“Oh yeah? How’s that?” I asked, genuinely wondering.
His gaze dropped down to my hips and back up. “You’ll see.”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“Did you do what I asked you to do this morning?” he questioned.
I bit my lower lip and shifted from one foot to the other, the silicone plug buried in my ass shifting with me, but I just nodded instead of speaking. No need for him to get a read on my voice too—my face gave plenty away.
“Good,” he replied as he took a step towards me, his voice lowering. “We’ll celebrate later, right on top of this counter, little flame.”
I cleared my throat and nodded. “Okay, I’m going to go make sure the kitchen stuff is all prepared for the soft opening. Can you, um, sweep one more time?”
“Of course I can,” he said with a chuckle.
The next hour passed in a blur—half my mind filled with thoughts of him buried in my ass while the other half was trying to ensure everything ran smoothly.
I’d let Wyatt and the girls talk me into hiring one more employee, including Jade, who was thankfully able to come back and work with me.
We were all women, which I also loved. Jade was the youngest, then Maggie was retired, but her grandchildren had just started school, so she wanted something to keep her busy during the day.
I’d put her in charge of all my overstock baking, and she was absolutely amazing, as well as opening early a couple days a week.
Overall, I felt as if the three of us were really getting along, and this reopening was going to go well. Tonight was just a soft launch though, so Jade and Maggie weren’t here. It was more so just Wyatt and I throwing a little party for our family, which I was equally as excited about.
As far as the public knew, the bakery had experienced a faulty wire, old building and all. It caught fire in the middle of the night. We were all lucky it was slow to grow, and Wyatt and I made it out when the fire alarms tripped.
What they didn’t know was that the fucker who broke in actually disconnected my fire alarms, and if it wasn’t for the extra security that Wyatt had installed? Well, I didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.
I looked around the newly remodeled bakery and let out a sigh of relief.
“You did it, again, little flame.” Wyatt had been by my side every step of the way, but he was right. It was still all me in here. I’d even commissioned Aspen to paint a new piece on the wall for me since her last one was destroyed.
The entire Carragan clan had rallied around me and helped me make it my dream spot again.
Mom and I had gone to countless thrift stores and antique shops to find new chairs and tables for the place.
Oliver had helped Rowan and Wyatt build me a new front counter and even found a glass case that matched the wood they’d used.
Ivy had donated some of her own plant babies to redo the plants along my ceiling.
I knew it was all me and my style in this room, but it was little pieces of them too, and I was beyond grateful. Hence the soft opening—it was a small preview for all the people I loved and wanted to experience and celebrate with me.
“We did it, Batman. Together.” I took his hand in mine and pulled him along with me towards the front door.
He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Don’t get too sappy on me now, we have some dirty stuff to do later.
Few more hours and I’ll be buried in your tight little ass, Ember Rae.
” I bit my lip as he reached around me and welcomed our family inside the bakery, the charming smile on his face as if he hadn’t just whispered such dirty words in my ear.
I wanted to reach beneath his shirt and pinch his nipple just to set him on edge with me, but I wouldn’t. I’d save my brat-like tendencies for later.
The following hour was spent over wine, coffee, and taste testing new recipes for the bakery.
Mostly things for the Holiday menu since we were doing our grand reopening two weeks before Christmas Eve.
All things Wyatt had approved and threatened to tie me up and deny me orgasms if I didn’t put it on the menu.
“Aunt Ember, these donuts are to die for, seriously,” Hudson mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate.
Oliver shook his head. “Can we not talk with your mouth full, dude?”
Hudson giggled and shoved another bite in his mouth. Ivy sat across from him, and I watched as they both started laughing, mouths full of donuts, while Oliver looked back and forth between them, a brow arched in clear confusion.
“I’ve got to grab some more coffee,” I whispered to Wyatt as I rose from the table.
“Oh, let me help!” Mom added as she got up from the other side of Wyatt and walked behind the counter with me. Once we were out of earshot, she pulled me into a tight hug. “I just wanted you to know, that I already know. He had me approve the ring months ago, my crazy boy.”
I couldn’t help but sniffle as I wiped my eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered through the sudden onslaught of tears.
“Before we go back over and sit, I just needed you to know that I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come, Ember.
I know everything with your parents hasn’t been easy, but…
” She trailed off as she looked over at the table filled with our family—Wyatt, Rowan, Aspen, Hudson, Oliver, Payton, Ivy, and Evan.
“But I hope you know you’ll always have a family here, with all of us. ”
I nodded and hugged her again. “I do, and I love you.”
She smiled softly. “I love you, now let’s go sit so we can announce this big news, and I can talk about it! I hate being the best secret keeper.”
Halfway through the meal, he gave me the look, and I nodded in return. He stood up and cleared his throat, the nerves finally settling in for him as he gave us all his famous half smile.
“The last few months have been a great deal of change for Ember and me. Between the bakery, my work, moving, and he who shall not be named. But a few days ago, I asked Ember to take a leap with me.” He looked around until his eyes fell onto me. “The leap of marriage, and she said yes.”
The reactions were a mix of squeals, screeches, cheers, and loud whoops, but as I held my hand up for everyone to see the ring, everyone got to their feet and wrapped us up in a tight hug.
The congratulations came from all angles, but the one I heard the most was from Evan.
It had been a rough journey for the both of us getting to know each other for essentially the first time, but we both rose to the occasion, being there through all the shit with our parents and trying to be in Elliot’s corner while he struggled with the choices he’d made while trying to please our parents.
Life had felt tumultuous at best, but he’d been in my corner every single day since I allowed him entry. So while our father was headed to prison and our mother was off doing fates only knew what, I was happy to have him in my corner.
“Everyone is finally gone, little flame.” His whispered words cascaded down my back as I leaned across the countertop. The blinds were pulled down, and the cameras were on a loop while the real feed played back to Wyatt’s laptop.
My bare chest pressed against the smooth wood below me, and my hands were latched on the opposite end of the surface, trying to hold steady for him.
I fought off the shiver as his fingertips grazed down my spine and over my ass. He was fully dressed, the zipper on his jeans fighting against the hard-on he was sporting while he teased me.
Something about being totally bare for him while he was fully clothed just did things to me, and I had an intense feeling that the same was true for him.
“Fuck, look at my perfect little whore. Spread out for me.” His foot tapped mine, forcing me to spread my legs wider for him as his fingers grazed over my ass. I gasped as his index finger pressed against the plug still in my ass. “This’ll be my cock soon.”
I forced a breath out through my nose as I tried to calm my nerves—a mix of nervous energy and pure excitement over what was to come, taking over my body. His fingers moved from my ass to between my legs, two of them sinking easily into my pussy.
A quiet moan escaped me, and I knew he was smirking behind me without even looking back at him. “I love that thinking about what we’ll do together is enough to have you ready to go, little flame. Always so damn ready for me.”
His fingers slid in and out of me a few more times before he pulled them out. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as he licked the evidence from his hand, only to reach down and start unbuckling his belt and jeans.
“I hope you’ve got a solid grip on that counter, baby,” he muttered as he lined his cock up with me and slammed to the hilt without another word.
“Fuck, Wyatt!” I felt as if I yelled it, but it came out more as a loud moan.
A noise that just spurred him faster. My hips digging into the counter, his cock filling me, mixed with the largest plug we had in my ass, I was already on the cusp of falling into a pit of ecstasy.
“It’s too much, Wyatt,” I whimpered. “I’m so close. ”
“Fuck yes you are, I can feel you clenching around me already. Come on my cock, Ember. Get my cock nice and ready to slide right into this tight ass of yours.”
His words were everything I needed, but it was him pulling the plug slowly out of my ass, only to push it right back in, that had me coming. Spots floated over my vision as I laid breathless across the countertop, but Wyatt didn’t miss a beat, fucking me through every moment of my orgasm.
I laid there, breathless as he pulled his cock out and the plug at the same time. The click of something opening and then cold liquid hit my ass, but the warmth of his hands replaced it as he ran the lube around my back entrance.
“Try to relax, Ember, and let me know if it’s too much. You can use our word at any time.” I found myself nodding, and he smacked my ass, one swift hit that had me jumping and more of my cum running down my thigh. “Words.”
“I understand. Fuck me, Wyatt, or I’ll do it myself.” My tone left nothing misunderstood for him as he scoffed playfully.
The head of his cock pressed against me, and a slight burning gave way to pressure as he slid more of himself inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered under his breath. I pushed myself on my tippy toes and arched my back for him, pushing him in a bit more. “FUCK, Ember, if you do that again, I’m going to come before I even hit the halfway mark.”
“I need more, please,” I pleaded as he pushed another inch inside of my ass. His hand came down on the counter next to my face, and his knuckles were white with how tight of a fist he was making.
“Reach down and play with your clit, Ember. I want to feel you come again while I fuck this tight ass and make it all mine,” he growled.
One hand released the counter and slid between my soaked thighs, my first two fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing slow circles around it.
“Fast, Em, or I’m going to fuck this ass like I want to.” His words were brief and to the point, his breathing picking up as he slowly slid another inch inside, but I froze. Those internal brat-like tendencies showing up to play.
“Fuck my tight little ass, Carragan. Make me yours like this ring claims.”
I felt him still, but it only lasted a total of three seconds before he did exactly as I asked and slid the rest of his cock deep into my ass, both his hands on either side of my head as I started rubbing my clit the way he wanted me to—fast and hard.
“That’s right, little flame. Pinch your clit for me and come. Now.”
Moans, the smacking of our flesh together, and my fingers doing exactly as he asked without thought had me coming all over again. His hips stuttered, and his breath left his chest in a whoosh as I felt the thick jets of his cum fill my ass.
We lay there together, breathless and panting as his softening cock slipped from my ass.
“God damn woman, are you trying to kill me? That’s when you choose to be a brat?” he asked with a laugh.
I nodded. “Have to keep you on your toes, my handsome fiancé.”
He leaned down, pressing a deep kiss to my lips and smiling. “That you do, my beautiful fiancé.”