Chapter 35
Dane
Who knew baking cookies with a little girl would turn me into such a mush? Or that both she and her mom would steal my heart so completely?
Making cookies with Halle and Lennon today has made it the best day of my life. Possibly even surpassing the day I got drafted.
I enjoyed every minute of fun we had in the kitchen messing around and teasing Lenni—who is very opinionated and sassy—and even more so, flirting with Halle in very adult-content ways that flew right over Lenni’s innocent head.
We made so many cookies that the kitchen table looked like a volcano erupted pink-frosted unicorn bodies all over it. Both Lenni and I somehow had colored icing smeared everywhere. It was in my beard, on the front of my shirt, even speckled over my jeans.
Which is why, after we gave Lenni a bath and put her to bed, I took a shower and Halle offered to wash my clothes.
Left with nothing else to wear while the clothes were in the laundry, I swing a towel over my hips and tuck it in at my navel before walking back to the kitchen to find Halle at the sink, still cleaning things up, her back to me.
Her back to me, I step in close and slip my hands around her middle. She jolts and then relaxes into me.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” I place my lips at the base of her neck and run my nose up the vertebrae to her hairline, where wisps of hair have come loose from the knot at the top of her head. “But I’ve been dying to touch you.”
Halle sighs, moving the baking pan to the drying rack next to the sink and then grasping the edge of the counter.
She tips her head back to rest on my shoulder as I drag my lips along a span of skin.
My tongue traces the shell of her ear and then licks over her jawline. She tastes and smells like sugar.
“Mm, that feels so good.”
I continue to explore her flesh, one hand deftly untying the belted apron and pushing my hand underneath to palm her tits, as I murmur against her neck.
“Let me make you feel even better,” I say in a low, hushed tone.
My hands moving to her hips, I spin her around to face me as I tower over her. She gazes up at me with raw emotion. I feel it too. I close the gap between us and crush my lips against hers.
The kiss is deep, filled with longing and need, and transports me back to where we started.
Halle raises her hands to cover my biceps, her fingertips lightly stroking my arms, before wrapping her fingers around the muscles and clinging to me. The kiss takes on a frantic quality, tongues seeking one another in a tangled duel of desire.
She breaks the connection, her breath hitching rapidly as her eyes travel down my bare chest and then lower to the towel knotted below my navel.
“You’re wearing a towel. In my kitchen.”
A laugh busts out of my gut, and her eyes flash in alarm. I slam a hand over my mouth with a comical wide-eyed expression.
“Oh dear. You mean I’m naked under this cotton towel?”
I drop my hand and grasp her wrist, covering my heart with her palm. I slowly move her hand around my collarbone, over my pecs, and to my straining abs. I stop at the knot in the towel as our gazes connect. She quirks a brow in a dare.
And I gladly accept that challenge.
I drag her hand over the rock-hard cock that bulges from under the cotton towel. We both suck in a breath at the same time.
A corner of my mouth lifts into a sinful smirk. “If you don’t want me in a towel in your kitchen, maybe you’d prefer me naked in your bedroom.”
Her eyes search mine—for what, I don’t know—but she finally tugs my hand, pulling me behind her toward the bedroom.
I follow willingly but quietly so as not to wake our sleeping princess.
When we reach the bedroom, it’s illuminated by a single light in the corner on the bedside table where a small white monitor sits, blinking a flashing green light.
Halle closes the door, locks it behind her, and raises a chin toward the device.
“It’s a one-way monitor so I can hear if she calls out or wakes up.”
I stalk toward her, dropping my towel as I do. When I stand in front of her, I frame her face with my hands and draw her in for a kiss. “So, we’re free to fuck as loudly as we want and she won’t hear us?”
She grins and covers my lips with a finger. “We still need to be quiet. We don’t want any interruptions.”
“I can be quiet as a church mouse,” I whisper, then wink. “And as fast or slow as you want. I don’t know about you, though. You like to make some noise.”
She smacks me teasingly against my chest, but then I drop to the floor, the towel bunched beneath my knees. I undo her jeans and slide them down her legs, running my fingertips along the inside of her thighs as I do.
She steps out and kicks them away, leaving her standing in front of me in just her panties and T-shirt. I toy with the elastic edge at her stomach, slipping a finger underneath and gliding it over her mound.
She moans. Loudly.
I tip my head up to her, catching her eyes, and I give her a scolding tut. “Shh.”
Halle gives me a playful whack on the side of my head, and I chuckle, but it’s muffled because my mouth is now between her legs. I drag my nose, and then the tip of my tongue, around the material, breathing her in.
Unable to resist any longer, I yank her panties down and off her legs.
“Spread them for me, baby.”
I wrap my fingers around the flesh of her thighs, thumbs gliding over the heat of her skin, and she widens her stance.
Her pussy is nice and trim and glistening with wetness. I lean in and take my first taste of Halle. My first taste in five years.
Fuck yeah. Halle tastes like sunshine, sugar, and some secret ingredient that’s all hers.
My abs tighten and my cock twitches from her heady flavor. My tongue dives inside the seam of her folds, flickering over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Halle latches onto my hair and her nails bite into my scalp.
I do it again, swirling my tongue, but this time I add my thumb, tapping her swollen flesh in a tantalizing pattern that extracts a husky groan from Halle.
“That’s right, baby. Ride me. Use me. Fuck my face.”
Halle’s hips begin to move in earnest, grinding against my mouth in search of her oblivion.
Her legs begin to tremble and shake, her fingers tightening in my hair to seek purchase while I continue to draw out more of her pleasure with my mouth.
Finally, her body stiffens. I push two fingers inside her dripping pussy and suck on her clit as she lets out a desperate and delicious keening sound. When I look up, she has her head thrown back and her mouth open as her legs tremble from her release.
“You okay, Cherry?” I ask, pulling away and swiping the back of my hand over my mouth. I sit back on my heels and take stock of her appearance.
It gives me so much pleasure to witness the smile that alights her face right now, to know I gave it to her.
I stand and reach for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her close. My hard cock strains against the wet heat of her entrance.
She sags against me, then tilts her head back to look at me. “Wow. That was just… wow.”
I grin and waggle my brows. “If you think that’s good, wait ‘til you see what I can do with my cock.”
Then I lift her off her feet and throw her on the bed, where she lands with a soft thud.
The mattress dips when the weight of my knee presses into the mattress and crawl over her, tugging at the hem of her shirt to pull it off.
Halle struggles, her arms getting stuck in the material, then wiggles free and tosses the shirt to the floor.
I straddle her legs and slip my hands behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, slowly dragging the straps down each arm. When she’s completely bare, she lies back, and I take her all in.
The changes in her body are subtle. The swell of her breasts.
The flare of her hips. The rise of her stomach.
I touch her everywhere all at once, greedy to worship her with everything I’ve got now that we’re here.
If I could, I’d spend all night showing her how gorgeous she is to me.
But I know that, with Lenni asleep across the hallway, our time together could be cut short.
So I make what little time we have together count.
I’m at a loss for words to describe how beautiful she is with her auburn hair all mussed and fanning out over the mattress. Her cheeks are still rosy from her orgasm, and her eyes are a muted blue, like a sunrise sky.
I bend down and suck a nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue over its stiff peak. Halle squirms underneath me, mewling softly, her back arching up off the bed. The move pushes more of her breast into my mouth, and I palm the other, flicking the pad of my thumb over the nipple.
I slowly inch my way down her body, placing kisses along her dewy skin, trailing my tongue down her sternum. With my head at her stomach, I roll my tongue around her navel and run my hand over the curve of her hip.
Shifting to my side, I press my fingers into the flesh of her inner thigh, prying it open and slipping my fingers inside her heat.
“Oh, God,” she cries out softly when I curl two fingers and slide them in and out. Then her hand darts out, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my wrist. “Dane. Please. I need you inside me.”
My eyes fly to hers. “You sure?”
She smiles, spreading her legs to accommodate my body and pulls me back on top of her. As I settle my hips over her pelvis, aligning my cockhead at her entrance, I tentatively rock my hips forward. The heat from her slick center has me hissing out an expletive.
Before we reignited this sexual exploration again with each other, we had a conversation about our sexual health and birth control methods. Obviously, having learned the lesson the hard way, we know exactly what can happen if not careful.
But this time, Halle is on an almost foolproof contraceptive method, and I confirmed I received a clean bill of health from my most recent physical. It’s always good practice to have regular checkups, anyhow.
It gave us both peace of mind that I could go ahead without the need for anything between us.
“I’m sure. Are you?” I can hear the smile in her voice, and I reach down and nip at her earlobe.
“I’ve never been surer in my life.”