Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Aubrey
The next morning, I squint into the early dawn light, realizing we never closed the blinds before falling asleep to the rumble of the storm last night.
At some point, Max pulled the quilt over us, but this is the soundest sleep I've ever had in my life.
It's rare for me to sleep past four in the morning these days because my body clock is so well-trained to get up and bake.
"What time is it?" Max's deep voice rumbles behind me.
I grin into my pillow, loving that he's in my bed.
I lift my arm so he can read the time on my watch. "Barely six," I murmur.
Stretching my arms above my head, I moan contentedly as my whole body sinks back into the pillows. Max curls his arm around me and pulls me closer, his eyes still closed.
I study his face, reaching out to cup his cheek.
"Max," I whisper, biting my lip. "Do you—Are you still glad you're here?"
His eyes open, and he smiles at me. "I'm with the woman I love. I don't want to be anywhere else."
My heart soars, and I try to hide my smile.
Max shakes his head. "Did you honestly think I would say no?"
"You could change your mind," I admit, stating my worries out loud.
This man has owned my heart and soul for over a year. That he's admitting the same is a fantasy come true. But I'd still like to leave the room with some dignity if he wakes up from whatever spell he's under.
"Never. You're mine forever." He pulls me even closer. "If you'll have me."
"I'll allow it," I say with feigned nonchalance.
Max's body shakes with laughter as I bury my face against his chest. His fingers gently stroke my arm, and I remember everything we did last night.
Three times.
The man is a genius with his fingers.
And his mouth.
And his massive cock.
"Candy mentioned you want to get a pet." His voice breaks into my horny replay.
I lift my head to look at him.
"Would you want one soon?"
I laugh, trying to figure out where he's going with this question. "When did she tell you that?"
He grins.
God, he's sexy.
"She mentioned it when you guys were looking at that dating website." Max rolls his eyes. "I would like you off that site now, please, if it's not too much to ask."
"I told her to take it down the second you left the bakery that day," I assure him, laughing as he glares at the ceiling.
"Good," he rumbles, running his fingers through my hair. "So, are you thinking about getting a pet?"
"I'd like to, but I work early hours. I get into the bakery around 4:30am most mornings, which wouldn’t be fair to a pet."
Max grunts. "Well, what if you had someone to help you take care of it? Someone who plans to spend every night in your bed with you from now on. Would you want a dog or a cat?"
I grin against his skin, loving how easily he talks about a future with me. I brush my lips against his ribs, kissing up to his pec, then pepper light kisses along his jaw before answering.
"I'd like one of each. Probably at the same time, so they can grow up together." I slide my hand down his stomach, lightly brushing over his cock.
He lets out a little huff of air as I graze over the top again. I love watching his body react to my touch.
I get to my knees as Max reaches for his phone and slide down his body, kissing his thighs while he scrolls.
"Oh, fuck, wait. I want to show you something first," Max pants.
I don't listen, wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock and swirling my tongue along his salty seam.
"Oh, God." Max drops his phone onto the bed, tangling his hand in my hair as I suck and lick his cock like a popsicle. I swirl my tongue around the tip, taking him deep, then pulling off.
"Fuck, yes,” Max repeats as I swallow him deep again.
"Wait, wait, wait." He sits up, pulling me off with a loud pop.
"What can be more important than making sure I get my morning sausage?" I scold, out of breath.
He laughs loudly, then lies back, reaching for his phone again.
I grin like a brat, scooting up his body to straddle him, rocking my clit against his cock as I try to get some friction. My hair spills around us like a curtain as I lean forward and kiss him hard. His tongue tangles with mine, one hand cupping my breast as he thumbs my nipple.
Within seconds, we're a moaning, writhing mess. I grind my clit against his hard length, desperate to have him inside me again, but he grips my hips, holding me in place.
"Patience, baby," he says with a grin, and I roll my eyes playfully.
He reaches for his phone again, and I force myself to wait, now curious about what has him more excited than getting a morning blow job.
It better be good.
When he turns his phone toward me, I squeal with delight and grab it from him. It's a photo of the cutest face I've ever seen peeking up over a blanket, and my fur-baby ovaries explode.
"Oh, my goodness, who is this cutie?" I coo, looking down at Max.
Max grins up at me. "The sister pup to Hayes and Sara's doggie." He runs his hands up my thighs as I continue to stare lovingly at the photo. "She's still available as of yesterday. Do you want her?"
He takes advantage of my distraction, and I buck forward as his thumb finds my clit.
"Yes!" I call out, not sure if I mean the dog or what he's promising with his fingers. Who am I kidding? I want both.
"They have kittens too, and apparently this one has taken to one in the new litter," he says, rubbing little circles on my clit.
I throw his phone on the mattress and grip the headboard.
"Yes, both. Oh, fuck!" I moan, then whimper when he stops.
"Lift up," he commands.
I scramble up, watching as he slides down until his mouth is directly below me.
"Sit."
"Oh, fuck." I let out a hard breath and moan as his tongue and mouth devour me from underneath. "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" I chant, riding his face as little coils of pleasure build low in my belly.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me down hard against his mouth. My fingernails dig into the wooden headboard, knowing he's about to send me over the edge.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" I sob as my body seizes. "I love you!"
I shatter, and my gorgeous, not-so-grumpy man mumbles his love against my sex, licking me through my orgasm as my heart races.
I try to lift myself off his face and make sure he's still breathing, but the sexy man of my dreams continues to torment me with his mouth until I'm a wailing mess of need.
Max slides down the bed and pops up behind me. He quickly urges me to my hands and knees, and I bury my face in the covers, begging for his cock. I love how he takes control and manhandles me into position.
"I love you, Aubrey," he growls as he buries himself inside me with one long thrust.
I grip the sheets with both hands as he wraps an arm around my hip and flicks his thumb against my clit.
"And I promise to spend every single day of my life proving it to you. I always want you to want to say yes from now on."
Max's thumb strums my sensitive bundle of nerves as he thrusts into me.
"Oh, fuuuuck," I moan loudly. "Yes, yes, yes. Always yes!"