Chapter 21
Inotice Sienna and Dominic dancing with their arms wrapped around each other with big, love-drunk smiles on their faces, while Saint matches up the final couple.
They were ecstatic to find each other and hit it off immediately.
The moment the man saw the woman Saint intended to match him with, I swear little cartoon hearts formed in his eyes.
Just like Dominic and Sienna, they’re dancing as well, and neither of them can stop smiling.
I never believed in love at first sight, but my opinion may be changing.
Maybe it’s the magic of this quaint little town or the confidence with which Saint makes matches. Maybe it’s me hoping love at first sight exists because it would explain the connection I feel to the baker who came into my life a year ago and left a mark on my heart.
There’s a live band on the dais in the corner playing love songs from every era, the bar lighting low and seductive. The lust in the air is so thick, I can practically taste it.
Or maybe I’m projecting my own desire. All I can think about is Saint taking me home and making good on his promise to ravish me.
We’re in the middle of the dance floor, the band is playing “Valentine” by Martina McBride, and I can feel everyone’s curious gaze on us as we sway gently.
Saint has one hand resting on the small of my back while the other holds mine.
My head lies on his chest, and I feel the thump thump thump of his heartbeat.
His heart rate increases as our bodies press closer together.
I look up at him, my breath hitching and heart leaping to my throat when I find him looking back at me. His eyes are full of an emotion I’m too scared to put a name to. An emotion that feels crazy when I barely know him but feel like I’ve known him my whole life.
Saint’s hand slides from the small of my back to cradle my neck as he leans in and kisses me tenderly.
The rest of the room fades away until we’re in our own little bubble.
Our lips move together slowly at first, full of silent promises and unspoken words.
When I let out a soft moan as his tongue teases my lips, something in Saint snaps.
“Time to go, sweetheart. My job here is done, and I need to get you into my bed,” he rasps against my mouth. He interlaces our fingers and drags me towards the door.
We’re almost to the exit when a woman with gray hair and a pinched face stops us. “Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Valentine?”
“My Cupid duties are done for the night, Loralee. I’m going home.”
Loralee folds her arms across her chest and lifts her chin. “There are still people who need to be coupled up. Your duties are far from done.”
“No one else has a match. Not here, anyway. I can’t just pair people up willy-nilly. That’s not how this works, and you know it.”
“It looks bad for the town if you leave early and don’t do your job.”
“Respectfully, Loralee, you’re wrong. Everyone who’s been matched is happy, and everyone else knew it was only a possibility, not a guarantee.”
“Well, it looks undignified that you’re going off with… whoever this is instead of staying to show support for the town. The council would be disappointed.”
“Oh, come on, Loralee,” Slater says, approaching with a beer in his hand. “If Saint’s duties are done, let him run off into the sunset with his girl.”
Loralee stiffens as Slater approaches. “Mr. Madison, this is none of your concern.”
“You’re being a wench to my friend, so I’m making it my concern. Let Saint leave. Come dance with me. I know you had some moves back in the day.”
Loralee’s lips purse in disgust before she spins on her heel and heads in the direction of the bar. Slater lifts his beer to her retreating form before mumbling something about meeting someone and heading out the front door.
Stella and Ruby appear next to me. “What the hell was that?”
“Loralee being Loralee. We’re heading out,” Saint says.
“Oh, well, rude, but fine. Stell and I are bringing breakfast over tomorrow to hang out with Mikey before she has to leave.”
The reminder I’m leaving Cupid’s Cove tomorrow is like a bucket of cold water.
I don’t want to leave.
Saint stiffens next to me, like he’s just been reminded, too. “Right. Sounds good. Not before nine, okay?”
Ruby and Stella nod in agreement before we say our goodbyes, and Saint and I head out the door. He opens the passenger door of my truck and helps me in before he rounds the car and gets in the driver’s seat.
“Slide over here, I need to touch you until we can get home.”
Home.
Ignoring the way the word causes my heart to race, I slide across the bench seat until my thigh is flush with his, buckling myself with the middle seatbelt.
I’ve never been more grateful for my automatic truck than now as Saint grips my thigh like it’s a lifeline as he pulls out of the bar parking lot.
We don’t talk on the ten minute drive to his house, letting the soft music on the radio fill the silence.
Saint’s grip tightens on my thigh the closer we get, the tension in the cab of the truck growing thicker with every minute.
By the time we pull up in front of his house, I’m so turned on I think I might combust.
As soon as he has the truck in park, he’s on me, turning my head and smashing his lips against mine. The position is awkward with the way our bodies are twisted, but I can’t find it in me to care too much when his kiss is as desperate as I feel.
Saint pulls away with a groan. “Inside. Now. I need you so bad.”
I don’t even get to respond because Saint throws open the door and pulls me through the driver’s side, hustling into the house.
As soon as the front door is closed, I’m pinned against it, and he’s back to kissing me. His tongue invades my mouth, and he tastes faintly of beer, chocolate-covered strawberries, and something uniquely him.
I swear I’ll never not crave his taste.
One hand slides between the door and my body, grabbing a handful of my ass and lifting me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. The dress I’m wearing rucks up around my hips until his covered cock wedges against my damp panties.
Saint pulls away from my lips and presses wet kisses down the side of my neck murmuring, “I can feel how wet you are. Tell me what you want, Mikelle.”
“I want you.” I gasp as he nips at my sensitive skin.
“How do you want me, sweetheart?”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
Saint makes a noise between a whimper and a groan, ripping me away from the wall.
He carries me to his room and gently slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor.
He spins me around and slowly pulls on the zipper of my dress.
Without the zipper holding it up, the dress falls, leaving me exposed in only my red lace panties.
I opted not to wear the silicone boob things.
Saint leans down and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts. “I could stare at you for hours and still never get tired of the view. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Mikelle.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thank you for gracing me with your beauty. Now, lie on the bed. Daddy’s hungry.”
Biting my lip, I follow his command, slipping off my panties and crawling on the bed. I lie down, then I push up to my elbows to watch Saint undress. I didn’t get to appreciate the strong expanse of his shoulders and chest or the softness of his belly earlier.
Good grief, he’s gorgeous.
When he’s stripped off his costume and his underwear, my thighs squeeze together at the sight of his hard, thick cock jutting proudly from his body. I lick my lips, remembering the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him in my mouth. I want to taste him again.
Saint grips his length, pumping once slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to last.”
“I want to taste you again.”
“Later, sweetheart.” He crawls on the bed, hovering over me, kissing me again. This kiss is gentler, slower. The urgency is still there, but it’s overpowered by something deeper than simply lust. The same thing I was too scared to name earlier.
Saint pulls away and shuffles down the bed until his face is in front of my pussy. With no further teasing, he licks up my entrance and groans.
“Hold on tight, Mikelle. I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“I’ll beg now. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
“Not until I have a taste.”
I would protest more, beg again, but the feeling of his tongue circling my clit and his fingers gripping my thighs is too good. I’m so worked up, I know it won’t take long for me to come like this.
Saint pulls his mouth away, replacing it with his thumb as he works two fingers inside me and slowly pumps them. “I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. This sweet cunt is sucking my fingers right in. Come for Daddy. Give it to me. I need it. Need to taste my favorite thing.”
I can feel myself get wetter at his dirty talk. I love it when he talks to me. This sweet baker has a dirty mouth, and it’s sexy as hell.
“More, please, Daddy.”
“Does my greedy girl need another finger?” He pulls his fingers out and works in a third.
It’s not what I was talking about, but I’m not complaining.
I shake my head, and Saint hums. “Oh, my dirty girl likes when I talk? Hm? You like hearing how pretty your pussy looks stretched around Daddy’s fingers? ”
“Yes,” I moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“Can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.
Your cunt is incredible, Mikelle. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
If I could keep you in my bed all day, every day, I would.
I’d keep you stretched and fucked twenty-four seven.
Fuck, that’s it. I can feel you’re close. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.”
My back bows off the bed as Saint’s tongue circles my clit, and my orgasm rips through me as I cry out his name.
He pulls his fingers out of me and hovers his body over mine, teasing the head of his cock at my entrance.
I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him inside me, but he’s stronger than I am and doesn't give in.
“Calm down, sweetheart. I need a condom.”
“Okay. Hurry, please.” I sound whiny and needy, but I don’t care. I want Saint.
He pulls a condom from his nightstand and rips open the packet, rolling the latex over his cock. He gives me no warning, just slides inside me in one quick movement. We both moan when his hips are flush with mine. For a minute, he just holds himself there, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“Fuck me, you feel so good. This pussy was made to take my cock, wasn’t it? Perfect fit.” Saint pulls out and thrusts back in. He grips both of my wrists with one hand, pulling them above my head and lying on his elbow so his body is flush with mine. “Tell me if I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not. You feel so good.”
I expect Saint to start rutting into me with abandon, chasing his release, but he doesn’t. I should know by now Saint isn’t in this for a quick fuck.
What I expected to be a frenzied, fast, passionate fuck morphs into something soft and vulnerable. Saint’s forehead presses to mine as sweet praise and dirty commands fall from his mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
So fucking perfect.
Open your legs wider for me, sweetheart.
That’s perfect. So fucking good for me.
You feel like heaven.
Come on Daddy’s cock, Mikelle. Show me who owns your pleasure.
“It’s never felt like this,” I gasp as his cock drags against my g-spot.
“It’s never felt like this for me, either. Tell me what you need,” he grits out.
“Fuck me harder, please.”
Saint curses as he pulls out and flips me so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. He thrusts in hard, and I jolt forward. “Your ass is so fucking sexy. I wish you could see the way it bounces while I fuck you. Come on, sweetheart. Come for me.”
The desperation in his voice sends me over the edge, and I come again, pulsing around his cock and moaning into the pillow. He groans and slams into me one more time before I feel him pulse and fill the condom.
Saint collapses next to me on the bed. He removes the condom and throws it in the trash next to his bed. Then, he bands an arm over my stomach, bringing me against him so he’s spooning me from behind.
“We’ll shower in a little bit,” he mumbles.
I relax in his arms, my heart bursting with emotions that both thrill and terrify me.