“Okay,” Zoey said after a moment. “First off, this cake is much plainer than the other two.”
“It's simple and honest,” Amber retorted.
“Naked cakes are in vogue,” Gracie explained, “but they're more rustic, and honestly, a lot of people can make them. The theme of this episode is winter wedding. Usually weddings tend to be on the extravagant side. We don't want gaudy, but you did have a whole day to make a cake. I would expect something better, though this does taste pretty good.”
Amber pouted as she left after hearing her criticism.
“So obviously we're sending Amber home,” Gracie said. “But who should win?”
“What Fiona did was structurally more difficult,” Zoey suggested.
“But Holly's cake was taller,” I interjected.
“Ah, yes, rich men and their towers,” Zoey said with an eye roll. “But Gracie is the wedding cake queen, so she should decide.”
“I say we give it to Holly,” Gracie said thoughtfully. “What she made is most like what a winter wedding cake should be.”
Holly was as excited to win as Amber was devastated to lose.
“You can't do this to me! Please, Owen, you were supposed to save me!”
“What was that about?” Zoey asked as Anastasia led Amber away.
“It’s the holidays,” I replied as we listened to Amber shriek in front of the cameras. “People completely lose their minds around Christmas.”
61
Holly
Ibreathed more easily after I won.
“You didn't honestly think Amber was going to make it to the finals,” Morticia said after I'd given my interview. I was sure I looked a mess.
“Who knows.” I yawned. “I’m exhausted. I'm going straight to sleep.”
“You need to shower first,” Morticia said with a sniff.
I showered and put on my favorite fuzzy pajamas with the cat wearing reindeer antlers, but I couldn't sleep. I missed Owen. Against my better judgment, I snuck downstairs.
When I was outside his door, I thought,Holly, what are you doing? You're as crazy as Amber.Besides,Owen's probably asleep. You can't just knock on his door at three a.m. and wake him up; he has to work tomorrow. He has important things to do.
As I stood there and debated with myself, the door opened. Owen was standing there shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants, the nice soft ones.
“I was hoping you'd come by,” he said, deep voice sending shivers through me.
“Sorry I'm not wearing anything super exciting,” I said. “But I did shower and wash my hair, so that's something.”
Silently, Owen wrapped me in his arms, kissing me. Then he picked me up and carried me upstairs. He laid me back on the bed, kissing my neck. He unbuttoned my top as I ran my hands down the planes of his muscular chest, counting the washboard abs. I loved the feel of all that muscle and sinew against me.
Owen kissed my breasts then continued downward. He pulled the pajama bottoms off and slipped his hand under my panties while he kissed me. I moaned against his mouth, spreading my legs for him as he stroked me. He teased my clit, making me whimper. Then he tugged off my panties, planting kisses like snowflakes down to my pussy. I grabbed his hair as he licked me.
“I want you,” I murmured. He ignored me, still licking my clit. I fumbled around in the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
“I want your cock,” I said, ripping the packet.
He rolled the condom on then flipped me over so I was on all fours.
“Reindeer style!” I joked then moaned as he pressed his tongue against my aching pussy, holding my hips steady as he licked and teased me.
