Crap, I guess what we are doing can’t be called a relationship.
“Last night you came into my room to rescue me?”
“You could have been murdered. I didn’t know. You really should make sure you always lock your door.”
“Wait. You thought there was a murderer in my room and all you had to defend yourself was a… tin of cookies?”
“I…” I stop talking, because that is kind of crazy, but there wasn’t a lot to choose from on his desk.
“What did you think you were going to do? Send him into a sugar coma with the cookies?”
“Of course not. I was going to throw the tin at him or something. I don’t know. I was scared. I don’t exactly think clearly when I’m scared.”
“If you were scared then why in the world did you come inside the house?”
“You could have been dying!”
“So you were rescuing me, you fucked me so good my balls are sore this morning, and now you’re fixing me breakfast, even though you are late for work. Do I have all that right, Joy?”
“I fucked you?” I ask, my eyes widen with shock.
“Until my balls were sore.”
“I don’t know how to respond.”
“That’s okay, I don’t want you to talk anymore,” he says, grabbing my hand.
“You don’t?”
“No,” he says pushing his plate back on the table and then practically manhandling me by lifting me up on the table.
“Eb! What are you doing?”
He blows out a harsh breath through his lips and pushes his shirt that I’m wearing up to my hips. His shirt is so long on me that it falls low on my thighs. When cool air hits the inside of my thighs, I stop moving and arguing. He’s not looking at me, but I am him and I see it.
Desire. Need. Hunger.
His fingers hook into the straps of my panties on my hips and he pulls. I lift my ass slightly to help get them off of me.
“Fuck. Your little cunt looks even better this morning.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask Eb, but I know. I know and I’m wet just thinking about it.
“I’m going to eat my breakfast. Spread your legs for me Joy. Spread them wide for me baby.”
“Yes…” I hiss the word, drawing it out because as I pull my legs apart, he lifts them over his shoulder. A moment later his tongue slides against the lips of my pussy, his mouth latches down against my clit and he groans as he sucks it and teases it with his tongue. His fingers bite into my ass and he pulls me even tighter into his mouth.
I fall back, close my eyes and let him eat his fill, all while praying he never does.
Chapter 15
Eb
It’s time I admit it. I’m in deep shit with Joy. There’s no other way to say it. I like her. I really like her. Hell, I’ve been spending every night with her for two weeks and I’m not bored. I’m not looking at other women and I find myself looking forward for the time when she comes home. That alone is disturbing. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking about my place being home…with a woman.
She’s a witch and has put a spell on me. I’d say she put one on my dick, but I like being with her even when I’m not fucking her.
When she called earlier to say she wouldn’t make it by for dinner that she was finishing a rush Christmas order for the hospital alone, because Tina was sick, I wasn’t happy. I should have used the evening to write, and fucking relax. I tried. The house we empty, it was too damn quiet and I missed Joy.
I missed her.
Christmas Joy is a witch and I’m in deep shit.
Instead of panicking however, I’m bringing Joy dinner. Like a… boyfriend. I don’t remember ever being that in my fucking life.
“I’m sorry we’re closed,” Joy says, not even bothering to look over her shoulder when I walk through the front doors of the bakery.
Several things hit me at once. First, Joy’s ass looks delicious in those tight black things she calls leggings. They cling to every damn curve of her body. The only thing I don’t like is that red, Christmas sweater she’s wearing that covers her ass. Still, she’s bent over so at least the cheeks of her ass are visible and it’s a spectacular view. Joy’s ass is definitely cock-salute worthy.
Bending her over that counter, pulling those tight ass leggings down and fucking her ass-worthy.
I’d enjoy the view further but, I’m too mad.
“If you’re fucking closed, then why isn’t your door locked?”
“Eb?” Joy cries, turning around to look at me and there’s happiness all over her face. She’s glad to see me. She wants me to be here and that’s just two more things that hit me. Things I like and definitely things that should add to my worry. Joy or I either one shouldn’t be this needy to see each other, considering she just left my bad this morning after I fucked her senseless.