I made quick goodbyes and was halfway out the door before I popped my head back in giving each woman a hard glare. “Don’t tell my mother,” I warned and stepped outside the bakery letting the door close behind me.
9
Loretta lived in an apartment complex in the new section of Pelican Bay—a long stretch of road leading between the city and Clearwater, the town’s closest neighbor. For years the area stood as nothing more than a desolate piece of farmland or wooded forests, but over the years the city grew and soon it was too expensive to build in Pelican Bay proper. Fast-food joints and multi-storied apartment buildings filled the space and residents made their way out to them. Some buildings were owned by Pierce and others by different major players.
Loretta lived in the first complex closest to Pelican Bay and I parked on the other side far from her door, realizing I was being stupid halfway there but unable to turn back. No one would even look for my car.
I didn’t want to hide our relationship from her brother or anyone else. This thing between us may have been new, but I was ready to let everyone in on the details. Okay, not the details, but I would gladly tell the town I made her mine. After a deep breath I knocked on her door and waited. Thankfully she didn’t leave me standing in the hallway for long.
The door opened, and I thrust the box of cupcakes in her direction. “I brought you something.”
In the past gifts were delivered to someone’s place of business so they could show off to their friends. Roxie said women loved that shit. But these cookies and cupcakes, while the least monetary value of anything I’d ever given someone, meant so much more. I wanted them to be between Loretta and me. To know her lips bit into each piece.
Basically, I was turning into a psycho.
She accepted the box and smiled up at me, dumping it unceremoniously on her kitchen counter as she led me into her place. The top jiggled, and I worried something might fall out from its overstuffed contents.
“Hey, those were hand selected for you,” I said. It was the first gift I ever picked out for a woman and she just tossed it off to the side like it didn’t matter.
“Sorry, I’ll give them proper appreciation later. Right now I just want you.”
“Oh,” was the only reply I could get out as she pulled me further into the apartment by the material of my white button-down shirt. If I stayed in Pelican Bay for too long, I’d require a shopping trip for new items. For Loretta I was more than willing to expand my closet. As long as no one forced me into plaid.
Loretta backed herself up against the kitchen table, a big round wooden piece of furniture with mismatched chairs painted in different colors. It reminded me of the bakery and looked as if she got it at an antique sale, but it matched her personality perfectly. She leaned away and dragged me with her.
I wrapped my arms around her legs and slid her ass on the table so I could reach her easier. We kissed, but more than a kiss, it was a claiming—hot and heavy as if the two of us could consume one another right there.
“I missed you,” she said when we both pulled back for air.
Her mouth was exquisite, and the only reason I was okay that we were no longer kissing was because I loved the words coming out of it. “I was only gone for an hour and a half.”
“Yes, let’s never do that again,” she said drawing me forward, her intent clear in her eyes.
I chuckled into her mouth when her lips found me again and she sucked the air from my lungs. It was a frenzied moment—one when I wanted to lavish her all evening long. I dreamed of being able to lie in bed together and watch the stars come out as we had the night we listened to her brother’s band on stage, but the other half of me wanted to engulf her. To make love to her so thoroughly she would never be able to think of another person in her life.
“You want to do this here or the bedroom,” Loretta asked as she raised the hem of her shirt, exposing her naked breasts. I helped her remove the shirt completely, the palms of my hands gliding over her nipples.
“Here,” I said, my dick so hard and straining against my jeans I worried I couldn’t make it to the bedroom.
I loved everything about Loretta from the carefree way she dyed her hair blue, unconcerned with what anyone else in the world thought of her to her beliefs on coffee. I even loved her proclivity for heavy rock bands, but one thing I loved the most was how she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She may have been small in stature but nothing was dainty with the woman. She was all passion—a wild fire blazing out of control, and she’d set her sights on me to claim.
She worked to undo my top buttons and her fingers fumbled against them. “Dammit, Reg. Why do you have so many buttons?” Her frustration grew, and she pawed at the material, not making any headway.
I slowly removed her hands from my chest and use them to cover her own breasts. “Touch yourself. Play with them,” I instructed softly as I undid my shirt. Her eyes watched my fingers as I undid each one, but my attention was squarely on the way she palmed her own breasts and then tweaked her nipples, pulling on them hard.
“I like your hands more,” she said, but her head fell back and her eyes closed as she touched herself harder, her need growing.
I maneuvered the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With one simple touch, I leaned her further back on the table and let her use her hands to keep herself up. “But I love to watch you,” I said, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and running my tongue over the tough bud.
She moaned under me and I stepped between her legs, widening them to give me space. Her jeans unbuttoned easily, even though they were more cumbersome than any of the dresses she wore in Colorado. I lowered the pants on her legs and she kicked them to the floor, which left her sitting on her kitchen table wearing only a lacy pair of light pink underwear.
“I love the no-bra look,” I said switching to the other nipple.
She moaned and thrust her chest closer, giving me more purchase. “I hate bras. I take them off as soon as I get home.”
My cock strained against my jeans, wanting to get out, and her words made me more frantic. I jerked in her direction, wanting to be closer. “I like the sound of that even more.”
I ran my teeth over her tight bud, and Loretta groaned, inching closer to the edge of the table. My fingers ran the outline of her underwear, finding it wet to the touch. Fucking a, I had her so many times the night before but I needed to experience her against me again.
