Through the silence, I hear the gas burner running and abruptly turn away to check on my sugar. Good thing too. It’s just cresting 220°. I studiously watch the thermometer and simultaneously give Laiken a full, uninterrupted view of my ass.
My cheeks feel hot. Which is stupid. I’ve flirted with this man for years and have never,not once,been self-conscious of the fact.
But then, he’s never ever,evercommented back. I don’t know what to do with this. Where do I even go from here?
Thankfully, I’m saved from answering to concentrate on my frosting. “Will you wash the bowl for the mixer?” I ask.
“Is that why you want to use my kitchen?” Laiken asks as he moves toward the sink. “So you have a dish monkey?”
“Nope. That’s just a bonus.”
“I better be getting some of those cookies,” he says.
“You can eat all the dicks you want,” I offer. “You get first choice.”
“Do I?” he asks.
“Definitely. Though I suggest waiting until they’re frosted so you can decide based on the finished product. They look different all dressed up.”
“Indeed,” he muses.
As I watch the sugar cool, Laiken turns the water off and dries the bowl. I keep him in my peripheral vision, already contemplating how many times I can bend over for him while sticking trays of cookies in the oven.
He sets it on the stand mixer and washes the cookie mixer thing that I used to mix the cookies with. I don’t need that one for the frosting, though. There’s one that’s a big whisk. I’m planning to use that one.
Laiken is back to watching me as I move on to the next leg of frosting making. He’s closer now. Just a couple of feet away. I can practically feel his body heat.
It’s making me flush. Does he know that? Is he messing with me right now? Calling my bluff on all the innuendo offers I shoot his way? Is this a challenge for me to react? To prove I’m serious?
I’m not sure where to go from here.
In baking, being exact is helpful. I can’t give Laiken my full attention right now, or I’ll risk ruining my cookies, and my heart is set on dick-shaped sugar cookies.
But as I finish up my frosting and there are still twenty minutes to wait until I take my dough out of the fridge, I turn to look at Laiken. My eyes drop to his lips when he licks them.
I swallow. My tongue traces the same path along my own lips that Laiken’s took across his. My chest feels like it’s going to pound its way out of my chest. My dick is pretty sure that Laiken licking his lips while looking at me is the hottest thing ever and is threatening to plump up right here.
“What if I already know which dick I want before we finish?” Laiken asks.
A whimper sticks in my throat as my entire body shivers at his words. I bite my tongue so the sound doesn’t come out. Fucking hell. Laiken is flirting with me!
He reaches toward me and my breath punches from my lungs, but then he holds up a cookie cutter and my eyes flicker to it.
“This is the one I want. It’s got the sexiest shape of them all, in my opinion.”
It’s a curling one. As if the dick is bending down, bowing over the balls. I’m not exactly sure where to go with that comment.
Chapter Four
LAIKEN
There aren’ttypical days of the week that are busier than others. Because the entire island chain is dedicated to tourism, the bars are always busy. I pause at the dock and stick my phone and keys in the small phone locker, securing it with my thumbprint.
Once I’m free of technology, I step through the scanner on my way to the ferry.
The Isle of Kala boasts being technology-free and completely anonymous, as well as being a LGBTQIA+ resort. Not a bit of that is ‘We are, except for certain individuals.’ Every single guest that sets foot on the island doesn’t make it past the docks unless they turn over every single piece of technology and sign an NDA.
The NDA isn’t nearly as crucial to the operation as remaining technology free. That means there are no video leaks. No sneaky pictures. No audio recordings to be analyzed. This is a peaceful paradise for everyone who vacations here.
