Chapter 13 Cru #2
“Thank you doesn’t feel like enough,” she said, watching her parents embrace Bit after he stood.
“I’m sure he’d appreciate leftovers.”
“Right!” Daphne’s smile was huge. “Help me?”
“Wanna hear how Maddox broke his ribs?” I asked when my sister’s husband and Bit returned to the kitchen and sat on the stools by the island. Daphne’s parents stood beside them.
“I do,” my brother said before taking a big bite of one of the sushi tacos.
Maddox glared at me. “I never should’ve told you,” he said under his breath.
“But now that you have, there’s still the matter of what you’ll give me in return for my silence.” I turned to Bit. “I suggested he withdraw the Demetria Cab from competition this year.”
“I have a better idea. Host the first wine dinner in the old tasting room with us,” said Bit.
“What’s this?” Maddox asked.
I let my brother take the lead, telling him about the work he’d done to restore the dilapidated building, and his suggestion that we host events in it, given its more intimate setting.
“I’m all in,” said Mad when Trev stopped talking. “In fact, let’s make a festival out of it.”
Bit’s face lit up. “When?”
“How’s my husband holding up?” Alex asked when she and our mother joined us too.
“Fine. He and Bit are planning a festival here, at Los Cab. I think I heard them say it should take the place of the bachelor auction.”
“Very funny.”
I shrugged. “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”
She glared at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
“You’re mean,” said Daphne, leaning up to kiss my cheek.
“You have no idea how much shit I’ve endured from her when I was growing up. In fact, it continues to this day.”
“Poor baby,” she said, linking our arms and resting her head on my shoulder.
“Think we could skip dessert?” I asked at the same time I saw Beatrice take it out of the fridge.
“Not on your life,” my mother said, leaning over to stick her finger in the whipped cream on top of the trifle.
“Ma!” I scolded.
“What? You did it enough as a boy. It’s my turn.”
“Can you pack some of that up to go?” asked Trevino, coming inside with Maddox and Alex.
“Pain meds are wearing off,” my sister explained.
“Can I help?” I asked.
“Just don’t touch me,” said Maddox when I approached.
“I’ll probably hang out at their house for a while,” said Trevino after Alex led her husband outside.
I reached into my pocket and gave him his keys.
“Hang on,” said Daphne, scooping trifle into a container. She put a lid on it and rushed it over to Trev, who leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, sis.”
“What do you say, Bea? Should we leave these youngsters on their own?” Daphne’s father said to her mom.
“I have a very early start to my day. Would you mind dropping me off at the house?” my mother asked him.
“Not at all,” he responded.
“Do you want some trifle to go?” Daphne offered.
“I’m too full,” said her mother.
“Maybe just one more taste,” said mine, sticking her finger in the whipped cream a second time. On her way out, she winked at me.
“Good night, Ma.”
She leaned up and kissed my cheek. “Do the right thing, mijo,” she whispered.
I intended to, eventually. Tonight, though, I had all kinds of wrong planned. Based on the look on Daphne’s face, she was prepared for anything and everything I had in mind.
“Trifle?” she asked, dipping her finger deep into the cream.
I walked over and picked up the remote that closed the blinds on the main level of the house and turned off the lights everywhere but the kitchen.
She held up her finger as I approached. I grabbed her wrist and sucked it into my mouth. When I released it, I put my hands on her waist. “Pull your skirt up.” After she had, I lifted her onto the kitchen island.
Daphne gasped when her naked bottom came in contact with the cold, hard granite.
“Now, this,” I said, pulling her sweater over her head. “Lie back.”
When she did, I pulled the cups of her bra out of my way, stuck my finger into the trifle like she had, smeared her nipples with the cream, then sucked one into my mouth, followed by the other. Her body writhed on the counter, and her back arched.
“Cru, please touch me.”
This time, I stuck three fingers into the sugary dessert and coated the outside of her pussy with it. After lapping it away, I focused my attention on her clit. I knew she wanted my fingers, but first, I made her get them wet. “Suck,” I said, inserting one at a time in her mouth.
Before putting them where she wanted, I used my lips and tongue, bringing her right to the brink of an orgasm, then pulled away.
Daphne weaved her fingers in my hair, trying to connect my face and her pussy, but I wouldn’t budge. I needed the break to get myself under control. If I didn’t, I’d explode the minute I was inside her.
I eased farther away, propped myself up with my arms on either side of her, and stared into her eyes.
“I’m taking you into the bedroom, Daphne, where we’re going to make love until the sun comes up.
I’ll make you come so many times you won’t know your own name, and then I’ll do it some more. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” Her eyes bored into mine.
“I’ve spent the last eight years wanting you.”
“Only eight?”
I smiled and lifted her into my arms. “That’s as much as I’ll admit to.”
“It’s only now that I realize I wanted you all along,” she said when I rested her body on the bed. “I know that might be hard to believe, but it’s true.”
I stretched out beside her. “I know you wouldn’t lie to me, Daphne.”
She turned her head away. “I was so afraid you didn’t want me.”
“That makes no sense, Daph. You’ve known how I felt about you.”
“Well, there was the thing with Anthony Ricci.”
My eyes scrunched. “What thing?”
“Alex said he was happily involved with another winemaker at the same time you were talking to him.”
I propped myself up on my elbow. “Wait. You thought I was gay?”
“No, well, I mean, maybe.”
I shifted off the bed and practically tore my clothes from my body. “Do you have any doubt now that I’m not?” I asked when her eyes went straight to my erection.
“Um, no. None at all.”
“Good.” Any ideas I had about confessing the depth of my feelings for her or making slow, passionate love to her were gone. I went to the end of the bed, spread her legs, and positioned myself between them. “Dammit,” I muttered, easing away.
“Wait,” said Daph, grabbing my arm.
“I need a condom.”
She reached inside the front of her garter belt and pulled one out. “Handy, right?”
I took it from her. “Do you have more?”
“The pocket is only big enough for one.”
I looked at the logo on the foil before tearing it open. “Fanny Wrappers?”
Daphne nodded. “One with every purchase, and by that, I mean every pair of panties, stockings, thongs…”
“You must have a boxful.”
“I do. Upstairs.” She winked.
The smile left both our faces as I rolled it on, then moved between her legs, where I’d been a few moments ago. I dragged my cock through her wetness, pressing the tip against her clit.
Daphne reached behind me and grabbed the cheeks of my ass, pulling my body closer to hers. “I can’t wait, Cru. The next time I come, I want it to be with you inside me.”
My body responded out of instinct as I breached her entrance and thrust inside. Once wrapped in her lush flesh, I stilled, knowing I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life.