CHAPTER 13
MEADOW
After getting off the phone with my girls, because even though it’s the second day of my staycation honeymoon I’m not missing another morning meeting, I can’t help but smile.
It’s hard being away from my bakery for a few days, but they’re days I’ve earned.
I have no doubt everything is taken care of.
This is one of the reasons it was so important to hire good people to work for me. I trust them to keep the bakery going, from keeping to the recipes and baking schedule to keeping our customers happy. Still, I might try to slip away and stop into GMH later today.
Honestly, it’s difficult not to pop in. I’ve put so much time and effort into the business and it’s my dream brought into reality.
Sometimes I feel the weight of the responsibility of my bakery. Not just in terms of building a successful business, but also everything my best friends put on the line to make it happen. I don’t want to let my friends down; it would destroy me if I did.
We’ve already risked so much when it comes to opening GMH. Yes, monetarily, but it’s become so much more than that with the way Mayor Simmons has come after us.
While most of the people in Storyville support our business and have no issue with it, there are a few people who feel the same way Simmons does.
I’ve seen the way those people look at me, like I’m some sort of crack peddler on the street corner, even though that’s so far removed from what we do with Green Mountain High.
I don’t want those people to win; they’ve been betting against us since before we even opened the doors. Mayor Simmons riles them up and they think that their thinking is right because someone as important as our mayor agrees with them. The only thing I can do to fight them is to be successful.
Which is why I’ve thrown myself into the bakery. I have to make sure it’s a success.
And not going in, not overseeing everything, and not working on the fall menu is starting to eat at me. Even though I’ve been enjoying spending time with my new husband. Still, life doesn’t stop just because you get married.
As I wander out of the house, I take a deep breath and look out over the land. It’s beautiful out here. We’re not quite in Storyville, but I don’t feel like I’m too far away from everything.
I push the thoughts of GMH away because I have a husband to track down. When I step into the grow building, I’m not surprised to find Rook with a clipboard in his hand as he walks through the rows of plants.
Every time I’ve stepped inside this building, I’m impressed with his set-up. Since I first came here, he’s grown the operation. I can understand the dedication and the passion he has for his business because it’s the same way I feel about my bakery.
Rook’s movements pause for a moment and then his head snaps around and his brown eyes find me. The way they heat as he takes me in has my thighs clenching together.
Even though he woke me up this morning by eating me out before burying himself inside of me and filling me with his cum, I want more. I’ve become greedy for him and I’m not ashamed of it.
“Hey,” my voice is soft and there’s a note of hesitation in it which I don’t quite understand. My eyebrow arches challengingly as I ask, “Working?”
The grin he shoots me is unapologetic. I shouldn’t find it nearly as sexy as I do.
“Well, the world does keep turning,” he tells me with a smirk, “even though we got married.”
I giggle and shake my head at him in admonishment, my voice matching the sentiment, “I guess that’s what I get for agreeing to a staycation honeymoon.”
He jots something down on the clipboard before putting it down. Then he strides toward me with his focus completely locked on me. It’s intense and delicious.
“If you’re up giving me sass, I clearly haven’t fucked you enough,” his voice is rough with desire, and it sends a jolt through me.
He wants to stretch my pussy around his cock again? Yes, please. I’m all in.
I make a humming sound and look around the building, a small smile tipping up my lips. “Maybe we should take this opportunity, with us both clothed, to talk about my fall menu,” there’s a teasing lilt in my voice.
“If you want to,” he offers even though I can still see the hunger in his eyes.
Then he steps closer to me and the heat coming off him has my nipples pebbling and my pussy clenching around nothing. Maybe I can put off talking about the menu a little while longer.
He must see me wavering because the next thing I know, he is scooping me up into his arms. My hands grip his shoulders as a bright laugh bubbles out of me. He looks down at me with so much affection, maybe even love, as he steps out of the building and the door thuds closed behind us.
His strides are long as he heads back toward the house. My voice is filled with amusement, “I thought we were going to talk about the menu and what you can do for me.”
The smirk that lifts one side of his mouth is downright fucking wicked and it zings through my body. I want him. I want him desperately.
I have no idea if this feeling will fade with time, but I suspect it won’t. I’ll always want him. I’ll always reach for him.
I’ve fallen in love with my husband. I have no idea when it happened, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve been falling in love with him since the moment I met him. I called it a crush, but it was always more than that.
The thought hits me that I might not be married to him right now if I hadn’t called him after his grandfather’s funeral before showing up at his door with pizza and vodka, not that I had the chance to enjoy any of the vodka. But I did make that phone call, at Gemma’s prompting.
And now here we are.
Rook’s strides are sure and he doesn’t stop until we’re in his room. Our room.
“We can talk about your menu,” his eyes darken as he slides me down his body, “but only after we’re naked and satisfied.”
I ask him with an arched eyebrow, “Naked and satisfied?”
“Exactly,” his voice drops an octave, “just how I like to see you.”
Slowly I lower myself down to my knees, loving the way his eyes widen and his breathing turns choppy. “I like to see you satisfied too, husband,” I purr the words.
He goes completely still as I reach for the button of his jeans and then his zipper. My movements are slow and measured because I want to tease him. His eyed sharpen as he watches me and his hands clench into fits.
I can tell that he wants to reach for me and is barely holding himself back. I tug his jeans down over his hips, taking his boxers along with them. When his cock springs free, I lick my lips without even realizing I’m doing it.
Pre-cum beads on the tip and when I wrap my hand around the base and stroke upward more leaks out. I swipe my tongue across it, collecting the taste of him on my tongue. He lets out a groan that has my body humming and vibrating with anticipation.
“Fuck, Wildflower,” his voice sounds like gravel. I look up into his eyes as I part my lips and pull him into my mouth. “Damn,” he hisses out as his jaw clenches.
Seeing him so close to losing control does something to me. I love the way the muscles of his neck are strained and his eyes flash with something like possession.
“Love your fucking mouth,” the words are gritted out through his teeth.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep. When he reaches the back of my throat, I swallow and he lets out a sound filled with something between pain and pleasure. Internally, I smile at the way he’s reacting to me.
When his head falls back on his shoulders, his eyes are wide as he looks at the ceiling. His hands unclench and flex at his sides. I pull back on his length, my hand moving with my mouth, stroking him as I suck on the crown of his dick like a lollipop.
His head snaps back down, his eyes blazing with fire I desperately want to burn me. Then his hands are in my hair as he starts to gently trust his cock in and out of my mouth. I suck him harder, my cheeks hollowing as I take him.
“You have no idea how fucking stunning you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he growls the words and they move through me. If my panties weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now.
I’m fucking soaked.
Suddenly, he pulls himself free of my mouth and I’m hauled up to my feet. He tugs at my clothes, stripping me quickly while his hands shake the entire time.
He turns me toward the bed, his frame looming over me as he leans down, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he commands, “Get on the bed, Wildflower. Hands and knees.”
A shiver works its way down my spine as I scramble to follow his directions. I can feel my arousal coat my thighs and I can only imagine what he’s seeing. Me on display and dripping for him.
When he steps up to the edge of the bed, I turn my head enough to look over my shoulder. The way he’s looking at me, like he wants to devour me, has goosebumps popping up all over my skin. His hands land on my ass and he squeezes right before he lifts them and spanks me.
I let out a yelp, but it’s more from surprise than pain. The bite of it rushes through me and I’m surprised at how much I like it.
He must be able to read my face because the smirk he gives me is sinister. And then he spanks me again. I let out a gasp that turns into a moan.
Before my next breath, he’s shoving his cock inside of me with such force that I lurch forward. His hands land on my hips and he holds me steadily, pulling me back every time he fills me.
The way he fucks me this time is different.
It’s filled with something brutal, something rough, something I never knew I would crave but unlocks a part of me I didn’t know was there.
I move my hips to push back against him, loving the way he fills me and hits the end of my channel. The sensation makes my skin tingle.
His balls slap against my clit and I can feel my orgasm coiling in my gut. It’s going to undo me when it breaks. I just know it.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” he groans, his fingers flex on my hips and dig into me harder.
If he leaves bruises on my skin, I already know I’ll study them in the mirror later with a smile on my face. I throw my head back, my hair flying in all directions, moans falling from my lips and rising in pitch as he fucks me harder and faster.
He pushes me closer and closer to the edge and without warning I’m teetering on it. I don’t know what I need, but I need a little bit more.
“You’re going to coat my dick with your sweet release,” he grunts, his words almost garbled. “Come, now,” he barks out his command and spanks me at the same time.
It’s just what I need. Stars dance across my vision and my arms give out, my shoulders meet the bed as he holds me in place and plows into me as my orgasm breaks.
All I can feel is pleasure. All I can feel is the way his cock slides in and out of me as he fucks me right through it as my body locks up.
Then he slams inside of me, filling me completely. He roars out my name as his cock swells and he comes. I feel every jet of his cum as he follows after me, his grip tightening on me while air saws in and out of his lungs.
We’re sweaty. We’re messy.
It’s fucking perfect.
He flops onto the bed next to me, pulling me along with him as our hearts race and find a new rhythm together. I’m panting as he slips free of me and I turn toward him.
We reach for each other at the same time while a smile that is pure joy stretches across his face. He brushes some of my hair back and away from my forehead. I can see love in his eyes as he studies me.
“Now,” his voice rough, “tell me your vision and how I can help.”
That’s exactly what I do and then we spend most of the day in bed, reaching for each other and sharing our hopes and dreams in between.
Maybe I won’t be making it into Green Mountain High today after all. Surprisingly, I’m more than okay with it.