She yelped and turned to face me. "We're using that on our breakfast!" Her eyes sparkled as she rubbed her butt.
Shrugging, I moved the pancakes to a plate. "My face was just between your legs. I think I can handle it."
She grabbed the spatula from my hands, holding it like a weapon. "Beck Shepherd. Drop your drawers."
"But the pancakes."
"Fuck the pancakes," she growled. "We can microwave them."
My dick sprang free as I dropped my boxer briefs to the kitchen floor. After one stinging smack with the spatula, Clara dropped to her knees and took me, all of me, into her mouth.
My knees buckled. I had to maintained a death grip on the counter's edge to remain upright. Clara stared at me as she worked my shaft slowly and deeply.
I got close way too fast.
My cock twitched and I tried to hold back, but then she slipped her hand under my balls and squeezed. "Oh, fuck, baby." It was guttural. My knuckles turned white as I emptied myself into her mouth. When she stood up to kiss me, our scents were tangled on our lips.
"Let's eat." She winked and trailed a finger through the pool of maple syrup on the plate. I grabbed her hand and sucked the syrup off her finger.
"Now, that's a breakfast."
"Don't get used to it. I work most mornings."
"Set your alarm an hour earlier, baby." I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her again. "I can't believe I missedfifteen years of this. You're going to have to let me make up for it."
"I'll hold you to it." She handed me a fork and crawled into the middle of the bed with the plate. I'd been joking about eating in bed, but it was easily the best idea I'd had all week.
"You don't have to work today?"
"Megan gave me the day off for the Carnival. It’s the dog show day and Dash has to defend his best ears title.” She swirled a bite of pancake in the syrup and fed it to me. "Do you want to come with us?”
Dash sat with his chin on the edge of the mattress, his eyes following every move of the fork. I wasn't sure a dog could give a dirty look, but he was giving me his best version of one.
"The Chance Rapids Christmas Carnival? I wouldn't miss it." I picked up a piece of bacon. Clara took one delicate bite, then chomped the rest of it.
"Easy.” I laughed. "I think you almost took a finger."
She grabbed my hand and pretended to bite my thumb. I was in heaven.
My phone buzzed on the counter with an email from Kelly.
Sidney Mouser has finalized the documents and will bring them to the town meeting.
"Is it good news?" Clara asked.
"The best." I grabbed her and swung her around the small room. "The proposal is ready. The programs are protected, and it's all in writing. If the mill land comes in at a reasonable cost, they'll even consider saving the arena."
Clara squealed. "You actually did it."
"I told you I would. Now, let's get your dog to his show."
Main Street was packed.
Vendor booths lined the arena parking lot, and the Christmas tree farm was in the same spot it had been fifteen years ago. The air was thick with pine and the smell of grease from the food trucks. Dash led the way on his leash, and while a few people did double-takes at our joined hands, most just smiled and called out, "Merry Christmas."
"Clara! Beck!" Megan was handing out hot chocolate with Josh and her son Jordan. They were all wearing matching Bobcats hats. "Come get a hot chocolate."
“No. Thanks. I’m sweet enough,” I said.
