“Alright, I guess Galentine’s Day is officially over with.” Ruby gives Lainey and Esme a half smile.
“I'm coming to help,” Esme takes Ruby’s hand.
“Me too.” Lainey takes Ruby’s other hand.
“Ah, hell. I guess I’m coming too,” Dean says. “My brother, Dawson, just got here—he can watch the bar for the rest of the night.” Dean motions to a guy at the other end of the bar. The guy makes his way over to Dean, a friendly smile on his face. Idon’t miss the flicker of interest in his eyes as Dean introduces him to Esme, then to everyone else.
“Okay, now that everything is settled here, let’s go to the bakery.”
four
Ruby
When it’s all saidand done, not only do Junie, Autumn, and Icelyn let us borrow their kitchen and supplies, but they also bring their husbands or boyfriends, and they even call Charlotte and Brynnlee, the other two bakers who work at their bakery, who show up with their husbands in tow.
It doesn’t take long to set everyone up to measure ingredients, mix them, roll out the dough, cut it into the correct shapes, and watch the ovens. The only thing that was a struggle was teaching the guys how to decorate dick cookies.
“How come my penis is smaller than yours?” Junie’s husband, Brooks, holds up a misshapen cookie next to the one his brother-in-law, Granger, is trying to decorate. The cookies aren’t perfect, but I could kiss each and every one of these people for coming here to help us out.
“I think that’s a you problem, Brooks,” Granger says, causing everyone to laugh.
The time flies by as we fill box after box with special cookies. Brynnlee, Rex, Charlotte, and Rhett are the first to leave around one a.m., since Brynnlee and Charlotte need to be back at the bakery at six a.m. to open. They were able to prep and bake a few items, so they won’t have to come in as early as usual.
Fletcher’s candy shop is right around the corner, making it easy to deliver our 200 boxes of cookies.
“Thanks again, everyone. We couldn’t have done this without you.” Fletcher and I wave as the last of our helpers leaves the candy shop.
“I should probably get home, grab a couple of hours of sleep, and take a shower.” Fletcher takes a step toward the door.
“Wait. Why don’t you stay with me in the apartment? I mean, to sleep.” I add, just in case he’s changed his mind about me after this whole cookie debacle. “The apartment might be small, but the bed is big enough for the two of us.”
I know he used to stay in the apartment before I moved in, either when he was working late or when the weather was bad, so he bought a king-sized bed. There are even some of his clothes still in the closet.
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” I wait for him to lock the front door—my hands shaking slightly at what I’m about to do.
He steps beside me, and I make my move. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him close for a kiss. Our lips meet, and it’s exactly what I thought it would feel like—powerful and addictive. His tongue runs across the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth, letting him in.
“Shit, Ruby. You make me want to do things to you I’ve never done with anyone else.” He moans into my mouth, his words taking a few seconds to sink in.
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“Yes, Ruby. I’ve never been interested in anyone until you walked into my life two months ago. Now you’re all I think about.”
“Oh, Fletcher. I’m a virgin, too. And being with you is all I’ve thought about for the past two months, too. Does this mean we are going to go upstairs and have sex?”
“Not yet. It’s late. You need some sleep, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.” He slides one arm under my legs and another under my back, lifting me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs to my apartment bridal style. He shoulders through the front door, then into the bedroom, kissing me the whole way. “I need you out of these clothes.” He sets me on the ground and begins removing my clothes and shoes, leaving me standing in front of him completely naked.
“Your turn.” I reach for the buckle on his pants only to have him cover my hands with his.
“I’ll do it. If I let you do it, I’ll have you flat on your back with my cock inside of you in a heartbeat.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“On the bed now.” I follow his command, lying on the bed as he strips off his clothes and shoes. As the last piece of clothing hits the floor, he settles between my legs on the bed. “Just as beautiful as I knew it would be.” He leans down, swiping his tongue from hole to clit, making my back arch off the bed. “Just as delicious as I remember.”
His tongue glides across my soaked pussy, teasing me by slipping into my entrance for the briefest of seconds. “Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for. I just know I was so close to feeling something I’d never felt with my own fingers when he touched me at the bar.
