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Chapter 12

Jack

“Oh my god,” Henry groaned around a forkful of cake. “That’s amazing.”

We’d been together for a bit. The first cakes I’d made for him had been a hit. Henry hired me on the spot—while grumbling good-naturedly about how it was a good thing he didn’t employ an HR department since he’d already screwed up by kissing his newest employee—and our plan for adding to the business was full steam ahead. We’d spent weeks updating the Roadhouse addition with two top-of-the-line ovens, my choice of the very best mixers, exquisite baking pans, and gorgeous display cases.

Hudson, Lance, and Casey Joe had been huge helps in the updates. Turned out that Casey Joe was pretty darned good with graphics and designs—unbeknownst to his sons, he’d taken some online certification courses recently. “Don’t have to tell you two everything,” Casey Joe had drawled with an arched brow and a glance between his sons. “Not like you fill me in on all your secrets, is it?” He’d shot a look at Lance but stopped short before giving me the stink eye. For some reason, Henry’s dad liked me, and I wasn’t going to question it.

So, Casey Joe created an adorable menu for my side of the Roadhouse. Cake and Cocktails had its own menu—Have Your Cake we might be selling them soon.”

Teal blue with a variety of peaches—whole, half, with the stone, without, dripping juice, covered in cream—the underwear I had on were a bikini style which was my favorite.

“Your brother gave them to me,” I said, shifting my hips in search of more skin-on-skin contact.

“New rule I wasn’t aware we needed,” Henry grumbled. “No talking about my brother when anything sexual is happening. It’s like a cold bucket of water.”

A giggle escaped me. “Got it.” His words from earlier came back to me. “And if you want to stop, we can. Same goes for you; just say the word.”

Henry shook his head, the scruff of his beard grazing my skin. “I’m good.” He nuzzled into me. “So good,” he whispered as one arm wrapped around my back and held me tight, and the other hand slipped gently under my peachy bikinis and engulfed my throbbing cock.

“Oh shit,” I moaned. The heat and strength of his grip around me would have brought me to my knees if he hadn’t been holding me close. No one had ever given any time or thought to foreplay with me before. Henry and I had been teasing each other for several long weeks, and the moment he finally touched me in such an intimate way, my balls threatened to unload right then and there.

When his thumb swiped over the drop of pre-cum beading on my slit, dueling urges exploded in my head. Throw my head back and lose myself in his touch or watch intently as he jacked me off.

In the end, I did both. My head thumped against the kitchen wall Henry had pushed me up against, and I thrust into his fist over and over. But the sound of his zipper lowering pulled me from my lust-induced haze. I glanced down in time to see Henry yank his flannel out of the way, tucking the flaps under his arm, and I stopped breathing for the second time that day when he shoved his boxers down under his balls and took his dick in hand.

Henry wasn’t a fit, muscular god with washboard abs. He was broad and thick with an absolutely perfect dad bod. The very definition of a bear. And his big body surrounded mine, protecting me as he took both cocks in his big hand and slowly stroked us with a firm touch .

The cool press of the wall against my lower back where my shirt had ridden up took my breath away, but Henry’s big hand splayed over the bare skin as his mouth dropped to mine. The press of his hand against my back, the slick heat of his tongue against mine, and the silky-smooth strokes of his fist around our shafts had my balls drawing up tight.

“Pull your shirt up,” Henry demanded.

I yanked the hem of my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I need a lot more time with you than a quick hand job in your kitchen.”

“You can have all the time you want with me.” I worked his buttons through their tiny slots until I could pull the flannel up and off. When Henry’s shirt joined mine in a puddle of fabric, I leaned in and ran my tongue over first one nipple and then the other, loving the way Henry hissed.

I’d never been given the freedom to explore, either because the guy I was with just wanted to fuck me and leave or because I knew from the get-go I wasn’t into him, and I had no desire to search his body for ways to turn him on.

But with Henry, I was free to touch, tease, and taste. He had the patience of a saint, and I knew he had a thing for me delving into new experiences. So, I sucked the tight bud of his nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as my hands roamed over Henry’s broad shoulders.

Nipping at his pec, loving the way Henry groaned, I trailed kisses to his neck where I knew from weeks of making out that he enjoyed being kissed. Making my way to his mouth, I sucked his bottom lip between mine before Henry took over the kiss and owned my mouth like a starving man.

His fist around our cocks tightened and he jacked us faster. “Jack…” He pressed his forehead to mine, his ragged whisper joining the sound of our heavy breathing and the rough movement of skin against skin as he worked us both toward completion.

Losing myself in those honey brown eyes, I gave into the rhythm of his hand on me. With a cry of pleasure that honestly didn’t belong anywhere in a kitchen, I let loose and shot my load over his fingers. My release on his hand sent Henry over the edge, and he erupted with a long, low grunt. The scent of our cum and sweat mingled between us as we caught our breath.

“Holy shit.” Henry’s words rushed out on a huff of air.

I chuckled, my face buried in his neck. “Yeah. That was…”

Suddenly, every harsh word Joseph and Douglas had ever thrown my way in their underhanded attacks came rushing in. My chest constricted and I struggled to take in a deep breath. Who was I to think a man as amazing as Henry would want to spend time with me? Teach me? Give me even a sliver of a chance?

The doubt swirled, hateful and frenzied, threatening to boil over.

“Perfect,” he whispered, nuzzling the underside of my neck until his lips made their way to mine. “You are so fucking perfect.”

“I’m not?— ”

“You’re perfect for me and that’s all that matters.”

How could I argue with that? The dark shadows of my past retreated, shoved away by Henry’s sweet words and the way he held me close. Like I belonged to him.

“I’m sticky and sweaty, and we definitely need to clean up before we do anything else with food.”

“Good thing the health inspector already visited this month,” Henry teased.

We got ourselves cleaned up in the staff bathroom before returning to my side of the Roadhouse to wrap up the cake tasting. Henry raved over my cake, heartily approved of the cocktails I wanted to match with each and helped me make notes for our first ever social media post.

The night I left Joseph’s house—the night my plan was thrust into motion before I was completely ready—I never dreamed I’d find myself smack dab in the middle of a dream come true.

But there I was, with Henry by my side.