Page 51 of Home Brewed (The Perfect Cup #1)

Hazel

I never went back to the apartment. That night, I told Beck I was staying, and he showed me exactly how much that meant to him. After the girls left, that is.

Beck’s cousin, Maria, who was planning to stay in the spare room, decided to take the suite.

Once she found out I was staying, I offered it to her, which she gladly took me up on, saying she doesn’t want to stay with the ‘lovebirds’ anyway.

We had a nice breakfast, the five of us, and when they left, Beck started his journey of fucking me on every surface of his house.

“You know, I think I might have pulled a muscle on that last one,” mutters Beck into my shoulder. We’re spooning on the love seat, watching another mystery movie. I’ve been trying my best to stay quiet, but I just don’t think I have it in me. Luckily, he finds it cute.

“Well, mister, that’s what you get for fucking me on the washing machine. I don’t think that’s their intended use.” I yelp when he nips my shoulder, causing Fish to get up from his spot on the floor next to us.

“Troublemaker,” I say, reaching down to give Fish some pets. He calms down quickly, clearly not all that concerned about me. I settle my back into him, just content to be held .

“I love you,” I whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the tv.

“I love you too, pretty girl,” Beck’s voice is deep, rumbling through his chest, which makes me arch into him. His hands begin to roam, and I roll over to face him, the man that I love.

“Yes?” I know exactly what he’s asking as his hand skims across my belly.

“Just not the dryer, okay?”

I never thought our launch would go as well as it did after the Justin debacle. It took a while to get everything sorted again, and we had another packing day, which, luckily, went much more smoothly than the last one.

Our new launch day ended up being December fourth, only two weeks after I decided to stay with Beck. We managed to buckle down and get everything sorted, and when I saw the new boxes, I nearly broke down.

Home Brewed. That was the name Beck chose to go with. Because making coffee at home, with love and loved ones, is the best way to do it.

The change was quickly embraced by our customers, who were all eager to get their hands on a box. So many local businesses had reached out to help, not to mention the community, and I would never admit it, but I think we did it better than it would have been before.

There were some added goodies to the boxes, and the exposure from the article that was put out about us blew our sales through the roof.

When Beck told me the stats on how successful it all was, he picked me up and spun me around until I was laughing and gloriously dizzy .

“I will do anything, jump through any hoop, complete any request you ask of me if it means I get to keep you,” he had said. With the added income, the shop was not only not in danger of closing, but bursting at the seams with possibility.

There was so much more we could do now, as a team.

When launch day is over, I collapse in bed at home, petting a very excited Fish. He had been left at home all day, and I’m just working up the will to take him on a walk that he so desperately needs.

“In a minute, buddy,” I say sleepily, trying to keep my eyes open.

“I’ve got this one, sugar,” says Beck, sweeping in and planting a big fat kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you,” I laugh out, “now I need to shower from that.” Beck’s eyes darken.

“Room for company?” he asks in a sultry tone, leaning down towards me.

“Absolutely, wouldn’t want to go in there without my supervisor,” I lean to kiss him, before nipping him on the lip. “I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

“I know.”