“And how many people is that?” Sophie asked.
“Average local festival attendance is about ten thousand people, so that should be enough. Or maybe fifteen.”
Sophie’s eye twitched. “Fifteen. Thousand.”
“If you can’t do it, that’s okay,” Meg assured her. “We can set up a food truck.”
Amy smiled gamely. “Nope, not a problem,” she assured Meg.
“What flavor of cake would you like?” Sophie asked weakly.
“Hmm.” Meg surveyed the mini cakes set out in front of her.
“Let’s make at least one tier of each flavor. And can you do a layer of Funfetti cake? Also, make a small wedding cake just for me, please? All of Hunter’s siblings and honestly, my siblings, too, are going to consume all the cake at the wedding. I want a take-home cake.”
Sophie seemed dazed, so Amy picked up her pen and paper and took notes.
“Check and check,” she said. “We can also have someone pop out of a cake if you want to liven things up at the wedding.”
“I think things are lively enough,” I said, trying to imagine the logistics of handing out that much cake, let alone transporting it to Harrogate in the first place.
“Seems like you’re immune to any liveliness,” Amy said under her breath.
* * *
After Meg packedup all the leftover cake to take with her, Sophie wandered across the street to a hotel bar to “contemplate my life choices.”
Amy busied herself with furiously wiping down the tables. I grabbed a chair to set it back under the table.
“I have it,” Amy snapped at me.
I grabbed her and spun her around as she squeaked, then set her on the table and kissed her hard. She moaned against me as I rubbed her tits through her thin blouse, the nipples growing hard.
“Honestly,” I whispered against her neck, voice rough and making her shiver, “you send me that dirty little video in the middle of the night and think I just ignored it?”
I nibbled her ear, then tangled my fingers in her curly hair, tipped her head back, and kissed her forcefully.
“I’ve been hard and ready to slip my cock between those perfect pussy lips since I saw it.”
She whimpered as I dug my fingers into her thighs, spreading her legs. I kissed her again as she arched back, my fingers trailing little circles up to the panties that I knew were soaking wet.
“You’re a real tease, Amy. You know that?” I growled, nipping at her lips.
“Oh my god,” she breathed as my fingers went higher.
“I didn’t even get five minutes of sleep last night because of you.”
“I can keep you up all night tonight too,” she whispered and kissed me back.
She spread her legs, her hips making needy little motions as my hands grazed the lacy edge of her panties.
“You as wet for me as you were last night?”
“Wetter,” she moaned.
“That’s what I like to hear,” I whispered and kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth, licking her, and tasting her like I wanted to do with her pussy. “Because I don’t want you all night. I want you right now.”
“Yes.” She whimpered.
