Chapter 19
I am in my own little world. You need a wrist band to get in here.
— Auden to Maven
AUDEN
I listened to her phone calls all afternoon.
The woman was an open book, taking every single one of them on speakerphone as she baked up a storm in my kitchen.
My house smelled like apple pie, and I’d gorged myself on so much food it wasn’t even funny.
The pool party had been fun.
But right now, with her dancing around my kitchen in panties and my t-shirt again, I was more than ready for more dessert. Only , the kind that wouldn’t make me gain twenty pounds if I ate it.
As she danced next to my chair, my socks making it easy for her to slide along the wood floor, I caught her around the hips and spun her toward me.
She came willingly, straddling the chair I was sitting in filling out new hire paperwork.
She smiled softly at me, then pressed pause on her watch.
The music that’d been filling my kitchen through the Bluetooth speakers in my ceiling died.
I eyed her mouth for all of two seconds before I kissed those plump lips.
The way she moaned and sank deeper into me was permission enough for me.
My hands went to her panties, sliding from the small of her back to come around and press against the heat of her.
She was wet already, and I grinned against her lips. “ How long have you wanted this?”
“ I’ve been dancing for you, Auden ,” she breathed. “ I don’t dance for just anybody.”
She moved, standing up between my splayed legs.
Eyes on me, she pushed her panties down to the ground at her feet.
Her shirt went next, and my breathing accelerated.
There was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect.
I liked that she had meat on her bones.
I liked that she enjoyed life, and it showed.
I loved that she had ample tits, round hips, and thighs that were made for my hands to hold.
Her eyes went to my sweats, where my cock was now straining behind the fabric, and she said, “ Are you going to get rid of those, or should I ?”
The thought of her pulling them down, being so close to my cock…
“ You ,” I suggested. “ All you.”
She grinned and leaned forward.
I lifted my hips up when she reached for the waistband of my sweats.
“ You knew what you were doing by sitting here in these sweats and nothing else, didn’t you?” she asked. “ I’ve danced to these songs for a solid thirty minutes while you filled out all that paperwork. To answer your earlier question, yes, I’m wet. For you. I’ve done nothing but think about doing exactly this since I saw you in those short shorts at the pool this afternoon.”
I grinned at her. “ They’re not really that short.”
“ Anything under eight inches is short,” she breathed as she tugged my pants down.
My cock caught on the fabric, and sprang upward, slapping against my belly once it was free of the waistband.
Her eyes went wide as she pulled my pants down to my ankles, gaze held on the length of my cock.
“ You know,” she sighed. “ It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t show me this thing before we, erm, you know.”
“ Before I fucked you?” I teased, loving the redness in her cheeks.
That redness caused me to grin wider.
“ Yes , before you did that,” she whispered, her knees dropping down to our clothes on the floor. “ I don’t even know where to start.”
My cock was already weeping at the thought of having her mouth on me.
The tip pearled with pre-cum, causing her to hesitate.
“ I want you,” I said. “ I’m not going to apologize for that.”
She leaned forward, her tongue out, and lapped at the head of my cock.
My hips lifted up off the chair, and she glanced up at me with a wicked smile before saying, “ Tell me what to do to make you like this.”
So I did, in detail, showing her exactly what to do, how hard to do it, and when to do it.
I had to pull her off me, though, when my cock threatened release.
“ I want to be inside you,” I panted, eyes squeezed shut.
I felt her get up off the floor.
My eyes opened as I watched her straddle my hips.
“ I’m not tall enough to get this thing at my entrance,” she giggled as she balanced on her tiptoes.
I helped her, pushing my dick forward so that she could come down onto it at an angle.
She filled herself up with my cock, her tits quivering as she did.
I slid into her depths, eyes crossing at the sweet heat.
“ Shit ,” I breathed.
“ You’re so big,” she moaned. “ I’m so wet for you, and I’m still having to adjust.”
I caught her hips, leaned my head back on the chair behind me, and circled her hips without lifting her off me a single inch.
She hissed in a breath, her eyes going glazed, and threw her head back.
“ Yes ,” she breathed. “ This right here. Don’t stop.”
I planted both feet solidly on the floor and continued to do just that.
See , here was the thing I’d learned about women.
When they say ‘ I’m close’ or ‘don’t stop,’ what it really means is keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Don’t change the depth. Don’t change the pace. Don’t blow your load. Don’t change a single fucking thing.
And that was exactly what I did.
I kept circling her hips, grinding my cock into her from below.
Her feet weren’t touching the floor when she cried out.
Her nipples pebbled into perfect little points.
Her hair brushed my knees, and I decided later that was what did it for me.
Not the blowjob beforehand. Not the way she felt so tight and wet.
Nope , it was the tickle of her hair against my knees from where her head was thrown back.
I cursed as I pulsed my release inside of her.
“ Fuck , fuck ,” I growled. “ Jesus Christ , cupcake.”
She snickered, throwing herself forward so that she was plastered against my heaving chest.
It felt like forever later when she opened her mouth and said, “ We should probably discuss birth control.”
She pulled back, her eyes going to mine.
I eyed her lips, swollen from my kiss, and said, “ Probably .”
It was irresponsible.
But the thought of getting her pregnant made this switch flip inside me.
Possessive , alpha male bullshit that she probably didn’t want to hear coming from my lips.
Before either one of us could discuss anything, though, her phone started to vibrate on the table beside us.
I glanced over at it to see Athena’s name on the screen, as well as a photo of her from Halloween . She was wearing a scarecrow outfit, and she looked adorable.
“ Ignore it,” I suggested.
She giggled. “ I plan to go clean you out of me before I answer a call from her.”
I helped lift her up so she could do just that.
The phone stopped ringing when she was about halfway out of the room. It immediately started back up again.
“ Uh -oh,” she said. “ I better get that.”
I snorted at the way she waddled back toward the phone.
Taking pity on her, I picked it up and tossed it to her before heading to the towels in the drawer next to the fridge.
Snatching one up, I wet it down with warm water before bringing it over to her.
She took it from me as she answered her phone.
Again , on speaker.
“ Hey , Athena ,” Maven said as she placed her phone on the counter and began cleaning herself up as best as she could.
I watched—hopefully not creepily—her do it.
“ Um , Maven ?” a girl’s voice said from the speaker of Maven’s phone. “ Where are you?”
Maven stiffened slightly at the wobble in Athena’s voice, the rag now wadded up and rolled into a ball on the floor.
“ Athena ,” Maven said carefully. “ I’m at Auden’s house. What’s up?”
“ So you’re telling me you never went to that hotel like you talked about?” Athena teased, still sounding off.
Yeah , that hotel hadn’t happened.
Neither had her going home to her house even after the alarm system had been beefed up.
Maven’s cheeks flamed, and she went to take it off speakerphone, but I called out, “ Yes . Hi , Athena .”
Maven looked down at her bare feet.
I rubbed a hand down her spine, causing goosebumps to break out all over her shoulders and backside.
“ Yeah , I’m at Auden’s place.” She paused. “ But I did hire movers which Auden immediately made me cancel. They’re going to help me move out of my place over the weekend. As well as pack up the bakery and move it over. Shit , that reminds me, I still need to talk to Pepper . She might not want to make the move with me.”
“ Can I come over?” she asked, ignoring Maven’s rambling. “ I have something I need to talk to you about, and it might be good to have a cop’s perspective.”
I went solid at her words.
The worry started to sink in as well.
What could she possibly need a cop’s perspective for?
Was it something to do with Maven ? Her father and brother?
“ I’m here,” she said. “ You remember how to get to his place?”
“ Yes ,” she replied breathlessly. “ I’m already halfway there.”
Maven’s eyes caught mine. “ Drive safely.”
“ I will,” she said and hung up.
Maven looked at me with worry in her face. “ The only reason she gets like this is when she makes a breakthrough in her sister’s case.”
“ Oh .” I let out a relieved breath. “ In that case, you have fifteen minutes to get dressed.”
She bent down and picked up the towel, then walked it to the laundry room where she threw it in the hamper.
“ You need to put a shirt on,” she instructed.
My brows rose. “ Do I ?”
She looked at me over her shoulder with a narrowed gaze before saying, “ What are we, Auden Carter ?”
I looked at her with a more serious expression before saying, “ You’re mine.”
She smiled before heading out of the room. But not without offering a parting shot of, “ Then that means you need to put on a shirt. If you’re mine, too, that is.”
I went and put on a shirt.
I also changed my pants for good measure.
When she got into the living room, I was just letting Athena in, and her smile of approval was enough to set my heart to galloping again.