CHAPTER 16

Wilder

 

Coming home to her earlier today was a treat, but walking into my kitchen and seeing her at my stove was a gift, one that I’d treasure for the rest of my life. It was as if destiny had finally come knocking on my door and decided to come inside and stay where she was always meant to be.

When Frankie turned around and finally saw me, she jumped out of her skin. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” I pushed off the wall and stalked over to her, pulling her chest against mine and rubbing my palms up and down her back. “I like you here.”

“You like me cooking food for you.”

“True. But I plain like you more.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re not going to like me very much if I burn your supper.”

“I’ll like you even if you set the kitchen on fire.”

“Well, I don’t want that to happen.” With a quick kiss, she pried my hands off her ass. “Now behave. Everything’s done. Do you want to grab the salad from the fridge?”

I wanted to pout and say the hell with supper, but she clearly worked hard, and it did smell delicious, so I calmed my dick. “Sure. What else?”

“Nothing. Just sit.”

I got the salad and drinks, and by the time I sat at the table, she had served up what appeared to be a gourmet meal. “Damn. Looks great.”

“I hope it is.”

“I don’t doubt it.” I dug in and took a bite of chicken first. And I wasn’t wrong. “This is delicious.”

“Thank you.”

She was too far away to kiss from my seat, so I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. “No, thank you. I can’t say it’s been a while since I’ve had a home-cooked meal because my auntie D makes us lunch a lot, and my family gets together every month for Sunday supper.” I suppressed a laugh. “And say what you want about Ed’s food from the Pig, but his food is delicious and pretty damn close to home-cooked.”

“His food is delicious.”

I tossed a piece of sweet potato into my mouth. “That being said, unless it’s wrapped in bacon or fried, I never get good chicken like this. I try to cook for myself as much as I can, but with how busy I am, I don’t get around to it as much as I’d like, so unfortunately, I settle for greasy burgers more often than not.”

“I noticed you liked to eat healthy.”

“What about you?”

She cut into her chicken. “What about me?”

“What kind of food do you like, aside from potato soup?”

“Honestly, I’m not picky. I like a little bit of everything, but I tend to gravitate toward pasta. My mom’s half Italian, so I grew up on it. She makes this spaghetti pie that’s to die for. It’s probably my favorite meal on the planet. What was your favorite meal growing up?”

My knife slid on the plate and made a loud screeching. “Sorry,” I mumbled and sat up straight. “My mom had four kids, three of which were boys with endless stomachs to feed every night, so her meals weren’t extravagant, but they were good. She’d do a roast about once a week, lasagna, pork chops, and some damn good fried chicken. But my favorite was actually one that everyone else hated, a chicken stir-fry. I could have eaten that stuff every day, but because nobody else liked it, she didn’t make it a lot.”

“I eat so much sugar for work that I don’t have a choice but to eat healthier everywhere else.”

I was glad she changed the subject. I didn’t want to discuss my mom if I didn’t have to. “Well, I, for one, am thankful for that.”

“Will you be thankful that I made a cake, too?”

“Most definitely.”

“I still need to frost it, though.”

“Oh, no,” I shook my head, getting a delicious idea. “We’ll frost it together later… if there’s any left.”

* * *

Dirty dishes were on the table, the leftover food was still sitting out, and the cake remained unfrosted because there wasn’t much icing left. I had just dipped my finger into the bowl again and smeared it across her pebbled nipple.

I had her flat on the couch, her legs forced together by mine. We were both naked and sticky and would probably crash from a sugar high, but it’d be worth it. I lifted her breast to my mouth and slowly licked it clean, then slid down her stomach and threw her legs over my shoulders.

My sole desire was her desire. It was a need I’d never felt before, and all I wanted to do was pleasure her. I had her primed and worked up so good that when my mouth closed over her and I suckled on her clit, it only took about twenty seconds for her to climax.

“God…” She thrashed beneath me, her pussy clenching and toes curling. Her fingernails dug into my biceps, and she arched her back while I moved with her, my mouth never leaving, but the intensity of my tongue slowed along with her orgasm.

I kissed her below her belly button, then brought my lips to hers. “Delicious.” I slid my tongue inside so she could taste herself on me. “It’s close, but I’d say you’re even sweeter than the frosting.”

She smiled against my mouth, then gasped when I pushed my cock in. “That’s impossible,” she panted. “There’s so… much… sugar”—a moan tore from her throat when my hips circled—“in that recipe.”

All right, enough of this sweet shit. I needed to fuck. I pulled out to the tip, then thrust back in. “Christ, you feel so good.” I wrapped a hand around her throat and pressed the other between her breasts, feeling her pulse and her heart pounding simultaneously. “Wrap your legs around me.”

When her ankles were behind my back, it caused me to go even deeper, and she whimpered. I slowed my thrusts, but she urged me back in. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”

“I won’t. Never. Never ever.” I pressed her into the couch and fucked her harder and faster.

I fucked her like I’d always fantasized about, like I’d always dreamed. She was so goddamned perfect that if I wouldn’t have felt her nails digging into me, I almost thought she was a figment of my imagination.

When she came, her jaw unhinged but no noise came out as she clenched around me, milking my cock. My head fell, and I grunted low and long while I stilled and climaxed with her.

A couple of minutes went by, and when I didn’t move a muscle, she asked, “Are you okay?”

I found her eyes, and a bead of sweat dripped from my face and landed on her chest. “No, I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m never going to be able to see frosting without getting a boner.” It took a second for what I said to register, but when it did, her body shook as she laughed, and I reached up to rub some stray frosting off her cheek with my thumb. I sucked the pad into my mouth, and I started to get hard again. “See.”

And as she continued to laugh, I realized I’d never been happier in my life. I just hoped that I’d be able to return the favor to her. I didn’t want to scare her away or give her a reason to run, so I’d just have to spend the rest of my life showing her.