Gray gives Noel a death stare. Even with Noel’s shades on, I’m sure the laser beams can reach his eyes, but Noel grins, rocking back on his heels and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
I’m not sure I want to know what’s got into them. I thought I was dating a man, but the way he and Gray are acting reminds me of when they would play pranks in their teens.
“Cam, come into the kitchen with me for a sec.” Gray takes Cam’s wrist and tugs her into the kitchen.
“What’s going on with you two?”
Noel shakes his head. “Nothing. I just like winding your brother up. Meet me out back when you get five minutes.” As he walks away, he turns his head and tilts the shades. “A tea with some of that extra syrup and cream will go down nicely, too.” He gives me a wink before pushing the dark frames back, then strolls out onto the veranda.
With a huge smile on my face, I make his tea, adding the syrup and cream just how he likes it. Gray appears behind the counter with red-lipstick-stained lips. I tap my mouth, indicating that he needs to wipe his. Cam strolls back onto the floor in some sort of daze.
It must be nice to have a public relationship. I’d love to kiss Noel in front of people. Maybe in LA we can be out in the open with no prying eyes and no brothers or interfering families to worry about.
“Where’d Noel go?” Gray asks.
“He’s out back. I’m just making his tea.”
“Oh, I’ll take it.”
I pull the cup and saucer close to my chest. “No. It’s fine, I’ll take it.”
“You’re working too hard. Take a break.”
“Fine, I’ll take this out back and take a break.” I rush off before he can argue. He’s still acting weird and making me take more breaks than usual, but I’m not complaining. Maybe seeing how tired Cam is lately, he wants to look after all of us and make sure we’re not working too hard.
He’s always been a good boss, but since he and Cam started dating, he’s even more in tune with the staff. I step onto the veranda, the hot air swathing my skin like a warm blanket. There’s nobody out here except Noel. In the hot July weather, everyone opts to stay inside, especially since Gray fixed the air.
I slide Noel’s tea onto the small, round, metal table. “One tea with syrup and cream.”
His hands slip around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. “Give me more of that sugar.” One hand pinches my chin, bringing my mouth to his while the other hand burrows between my legs, only able to delve so deep as I tense and squish my thick thighs together. “Open up for me, sprout. I want that extra syrup.”
With a squeak, I jump from his lap and compose myself before anyone sees. “Are you crazy? Someone could see us.”
“I have my eye on that door.” He scrapes a metal chair closer to him and pats the seat. “Get that sweet sinful ass on this chair. If you insist on working, then I’ll have to get my fix while you’re on the job.”
I sit on the quaint little ornate seat, my ass hanging over the sides as it always does on these fancy chairs. But the way Noel’s hand squeezes the side of my ass and hips, he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he can’t keep his hands off me.
Long fingers tease my thigh as his hand rides up my cotton dress. Heat pools at my centre and I’m so hot, I could faint. “Relax,” he whispers, with long strokes under my dress. “Open your legs. I’ve got my eye on the door. Nobody can see what I’m doing under this tablecloth.”
I do as he asks with a racing heart. He crooks a finger inside my panties, finding my slick pussy weeping for him. My chest rises high in my cotton dress as he slips a finger inside me and I gasp. My eyelids flutter closed as he slips another finger inside, then draws them out slowly to run circles around my bundle of nerves.
“You’re glorious like this.”
I hum in agreement. I’ll agree to anything like this. If someone was to walk out the door, I’m not sure I’d care now. His fingers know how to satiate me, playing me like a puppet to bend at his will, but I’m getting used to it and I don’t want this man to ever stop playing me, even if he’ll never settle down.
The door swings open and I stiffen my spine, but Noel doesn’t stop his ministrations. An older couple step out and sit at the other end of the veranda, giving Noel and I a nod. He casually lifts his cup and nods back before taking a sip, not once halting the attention he’s giving me with his other hand.
“Noel, we can’t—”
“Shhh. You’re going to have to bite that plump lip. You can’t go making your usual moans, as much as I like to hear them.”
I lean into him, desperate for him to kiss me while he pleasures me, but there are too many eyes on us. “Meet me behind the storage shed.” I slide his hand from me reluctantly, but knowing I’m going to get more of him when we’re not in full view.
My thighs rub together as I casually stroll down the veranda steps onto the lawn. With my pulsing centre dripping with anticipation, I rush towards the shed and bin storage at the side of the tea shop. Down here, I’m enclosed between a tall fence and the wooden shed.
I close my eyes and rest my trembling body against the fence and wipe the beads of moisture from my forehead. The sun shines brightly in the sky, but here, I’m in the shade.
Strong hands cup my face. I flick my eyes open. Noel’s lips crash to mine, and it’s everything I’ve wanted since he arrived. I part my lips, my tongue swirls around his, tasting the syrup from his tea. He’s like warm pancakes on Christmas morning.
