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Chapter 28

Eden slipped off the counter, her blue eyes sparkling, but before she could sink to her knees, I gently held her chin and gave her a long, languid kiss.

“You’re not going to be able to talk for a while because I’m going to be stuffing your pretty mouth full of cock,” I informed her. “If I’m being too rough or you need me to stop, tap my leg. Understood?”

Her bemused blue eyes sparkled with mirth. Or maybe that was an aftereffect of the two orgasms I’d just given her.

“Did you get a master’s degree in dirty talking?”

“A doctorate,” I corrected dryly.

She winged one eyebrow up at me as she lowered her knees to the floor. “Well, keep on, Dr. Dirty Talk. I like it.”

In the next instant, I wasn’t able to speak at all, dirty or otherwise, because Eden had my underwear around my ankles and her tongue on my balls. A groan liberated itself from my chest as she gripped my shaft and gave me a long tug.

“Fuuuuh,” I garbled out, grabbing the breakfast bar behind me with both hands since all the ligaments in my knees forgot how to do their job.

The goddess on her knees ran her tiny pink tongue around my balls before taking each into her mouth, all while still jacking me off with her right hand and pinching one of my nipples with her left. She was like a damn multitasking porn star.

Then she looked up at me, wetting her lips with that magical tongue. “Spread your legs for me like a good boy.”

God. Damn.

A large glob of pre-ejaculate leaked from my tip, and Eden eyed it hungrily as I stepped out of my briefs and widened my stance. Holding my cock firmly, she licked me up and down like my dick was a melting ice cream cone and she was trying to lap up every messy drip. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked on it—just the tip—and I resisted the urge to cram my entire length into her mouth in one go.

Popping it out and leaving a thick coating of saliva, she looked up at me. “Do you want it fast or deep?” Eyeballing my swollen dick speculatively, she said, “I don’t think I can do both with this thing.”

“D-de—” I cleared my throat, willing the word to come. “Deep. Please.”

Then she fucking swallowed me. All of me, and I cried out at the sensation of being in her mouth, root to tip. “Fucking hell, Eden. Where is your gag reflex?”

Other than a soft hum, she didn’t answer, and I honestly didn’t want her to because she pulled back, dragging her lips up my cock before plunging forward once again, burying her nose in my neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Peeling the fingers of one hand from the counter, I stroked them through the top of her messy hair. It was thick but soft, and I moved my hand to the back of her head. She hadn’t had a nightmare in seven weeks, and I didn’t want to trigger any of her issues by being too rough or demanding, so I was tentative, almost tender, when I urged her an inch deeper.

“That’s it, Wildcat,” I said softly. “You take my cock like a good girl, don’t you? So deep and wet.”

She made a noise in the back of her throat, which had a vibrating effect against the tip of my cock. I tugged lightly on her hair, reluctantly pulling her mouth off me.

“What?” she asked, looking up at me with vulnerable blue eyes. “You don’t like it?”

I huffed out a laugh at the ridiculousness of that question. “I love being in your mouth, baby. It’s my favorite fucking thing. I just want you to take your top off so I can see those pretty tits while you suck me off.” I dragged my bottom lip through my teeth. “So I can fantasize about devouring them. Or fucking them again.”

Eden pulled her sleep shirt off and then made a show of cupping both breasts and pinching her nipples into the most beautiful rosy peaks. Her slight smile was catlike, and my erection jerked in front of her face, drawing her attention back to him. He was a bit of an attention whore, especially with a gorgeous woman on her knees with her mouth right there.

“Get back on my dick, Eden,” I growled, desperation seeping into the syllables. Since my first blow job when I was a teenager, I’d been a fan, but I’d never once felt like I might cry if a girl didn’t give me head. This woman though… she had a way of making me crave her with every ounce of my being.

As requested, Eden surrounded me with her mouth, earning a low groan from me as she deep throated me again. My eyes closed until I realized I hated not seeing her, so I popped them back open, my gaze shifting between the wrap of her lips, the hollows of her cheeks, and the peek of tits I got while she slid her mouth up and down my length.

Eden had the bare remnants of a tan remaining on her body where her swimsuit didn’t cover, and her breasts were a milky, porcelain white, the dark pink nipples a riveting contrast. She was stunning.

“Fuck, baby, I love watching my cock disappear into that pretty mouth.” Remembering her praise kink, I added. “You are so fucking sexy. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her head moved faster, sucking me up and down as I watched. Leaning back, I let the countertop take the majority of my weight and plunged both hands into her hair, guiding her head in long strokes. “That’s it, Wildcat. Give me some teeth.”

The edges of her top teeth scraped along my dick, and I groaned, “Fuck’s sake, that feels so good. Please tell me you swallow.”

“Mmhmm,” she managed to mumble around me, and I felt the telltale rush of adrenaline that coursed through my body. It built and built, and I snapped my hips forward, fucking her face as sweat beads popped out on my forehead.

My eyes were glued on where I was shoving into her, mesmerized by the dribble of saliva that leaked from one corner. She was letting me abuse her mouth, turning her lips red with the rough friction.

“Good girl, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I come down your throat.”

Watery blue eyes lifted to mine, and my jaw dropped, a feral bellow ripping up from my chest as the orgasm crashed over me like an avalanche. “Fuuuuck. Fuck yes.”

My vision doubled until I saw two of my little wildcats on their knees before me, two cocks jerking into two sexy mouths. She was greedy for my release, sucking on me with thirsty little sounds as I spilled into her mouth.

When the final twitch was done, she slowly pulled back and released my cock with one last kiss on the tip. There was something so sweet about that after the way she’d just defiled my dick, and I pulled her off the ground and directly into my embrace.

Despite my arms having the consistency of a couple overcooked noodles, I cupped her ass and lifted until her legs curled around my waist. Our cores met, and if I wasn’t so completely spent, I think I would have popped another erection at the feel of her wet pussy on my dick.

“That was perfect, Eden. You’re perfect.” Her face flushed, and I chuckled, kissing each rosy cheek. “Don’t get all blushy on me now that I know you’re a little freak.”

“Just trying to keep up,” she retorted in true Eden fashion.

Finding the use of my legs, I carried her to our bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. After a quick cleanup in the bathroom, I brought a warm cloth to the bed and kneeled between her legs.

“Dane, what are you—”

“Shhh, let me clean you up.” I peppered her belly with soft kisses while I moved the cloth over her sex, feeling the overwhelming need to take care of her, make her feel special. Because she was.

After tossing the cloth aside, I reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her cherry lip balm, smoothing it over her abused lips before replacing it. Her eyes watched me, not saying a word. Then I stretched out beside her, facing her, and pressed my lips softly to hers.

When my tongue sought entrance, she pulled back. “I just…” She lifted her eyebrows at me. “You’re in my mouth,” she explained.

“You think that bothers me?” I asked, cupping the back of her head and bringing her mouth back to mine. The truth of it though? I’d never kissed a woman after blowing in her mouth. I’d always avoided it. Hell, by this point, I was usually slapping them on the ass and telling them to get dressed so I could call them a ride. Done. Finished.

But with her, it was different. My senses were immersed in the combination of my saltiness and the taste of cherry lips, the scent of honey on her skin, her soft noises as we kissed. And just…

Eden.

As dawn crested, I stared down at the woman on the bed, my body lingering in the doorway. She was still completely nude, though covered by the cushy comforter and wrinkled sheet.

All I wanted to do was crawl back into the bed, into her warmth, but I had to go to work. Charles had an appointment at the wound care center today, and I was the person who ran the bakery while he was gone.

It was early January, and turtle mating season didn’t begin till April, so Eden could sleep in. Striding back to the bed, I sat on the edge and kissed the side of her head.

“Hmm?” she hummed.

“Sorry, go back to sleep,” I said, quietly, stroking the wildness of her hair until she settled. Then I went to Sweet Heaven, ready to tackle cupcakes, cookies, and cakes. And the employees. Namely Kevin and Barry, the two guys I’d first met at Charles and Mimsy’s Christmas Eve party.

Those two were full of shit but in the best of ways. I’d learned they were roommates, had both grown up in Marathon, and had been best friends since kindergarten. Barry lost his parents in a plane crash when he was a teen, so Kevin’s family had taken him in for their senior year of high school.

I entered through the back door of the bakery to the sound of bickering. I swear, those two were like an old married couple. They weren’t together romantically, though Barry was gay.

“I’m telling you, you need to dump him,” Kevin was saying. “He’s a fucking douchebag.”

“You know I’m drawn to the bad boys,” Barry argued.

“You’re drawn to idiots,” his friend shot back before issuing a warning. “I’m not eating ice cream with you when he breaks your heart. I gained six pounds in a week with your last breakup. What was his name? Calvin?”

“Carmine,” the red head corrected with a sigh. “I miss him.”

“He literally blew half the island while—”

“Morning, guys,” I interrupted, pulling a white apron from the hook and tying the strings behind my back.

“Morning, boss,” they chorused before resuming their conversation but a bit quieter now.

“Happy New Year, Mr. Osbourne,” Maria said, walking into the kitchen from the front. She was a college student who worked the register on her days off from school.

“Same to you, Maria,” I said with a nod. She was a sweetheart, quiet and efficient, and she refused to call me anything other than Mr. Osbourne.

“There were thirteen calls on the answering machine asking if we’d be having those praline stuffed cookies today.” She giggled. “I think everyone in Marathon knows that you’re on the schedule on Tuesdays.”

“I’ll start making them now,” I told her.

“Cool, I’ll return the phone calls. And…” She dipped her head shyly as her shoulders rose.

“What is it, Maria?”

“It’s just that, um, it’s my mom’s birthday, and she really loves those cookies…” She lifted her eyes in a shy plea.

“Would a dozen be okay?”

Relief lowered her shrugging shoulders. “That would be awesome. Thank you. I’ll pay for them, of course.”

“Consider them a gift for your mom,” I told her, turning to Kevin and tossing him the handheld nutcracker. “Start shelling those pecans.” I nodded toward the two huge red bags on the pristine metal worktop.

“Bosssss,” he groaned, “you know you can buy already shelled pecans, right?”

“And you know anything that’s not fresh isn’t acceptable in my kitchen, right?” I leveled a glare at him.

Kevin hauled one of the bags toward him with a grumble. “I know, but my hand will be virtually unusable. Last time I had to jack off with my left hand for a week.”

“Fuck’s sake. Keep that information to yourself. And go wash your hands.”

“I just washed them, boss.”

“Wash them again,” I barked, striding over to the ingredient bins to get started. It was going to be a busy day, which was good. I needed something to keep my mind off where I wanted to be this chilly morning. At home, in bed with my wife.

The realtor, Clint, showed up about noon while I was helping Maria stock the glass bakery case with muffins and cookies. As soon as I saw him, I pulled out the pan with the syrup-topped almond cookies—his favorites—and lifted an eyebrow in question.

“A dozen of those, black coffee, and a couple minutes of your time,” he answered.

Donning a fresh plastic glove, I asked Maria to pour the coffee while I boxed Clint’s cookie order. When it was all ready, I grabbed my own cup, a pink mug with fluffy clouds and the Sweet Heaven logo on one side, loaded everything on a tray, and headed to his table.

“Clint,” I greeted, placing a saucer with two warmed cookies in front of him. The rest were in the pink box, ready for him to take home. After unloading the tray, I took it back to Maria and returned to sit in the white iron chair across from the realtor. “What’s up?”

He already had half a cookie in his mouth and dabbed at his lips with a paper napkin before swallowing. “Dane, good to see you. I wanted to talk to you about the property.”

My nerves rose and prickled my skin. Eden loved that house, and I hoped he had good news for me. “Yeah?” I asked warily.

“The Corrigans have accepted your offer. They’re ready to sell as soon as possible, so—”

“Eden and I will go to the bank tomorrow. We want it.”

Clint grinned. “That’s great news.” He nodded his head, covered with a thick mat of gray hair. “I’ll let them know and get started on the paperwork on my end.”

“When can we take possession? There are a few things we’d like to change before we move in.”

“About a month,” he assured me, taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s a beautiful house. I hope you and Mrs. Osbourne will fill it with children one day.” He must have noticed my startled look because he quickly backtracked. “I mean, if you want kids. Some people don’t, and that’s fine.”

“We’re… still newlyweds,” I managed to say, suddenly thinking of little ones in the big backyard of the butter house. A boy and a girl with Eden’s blue eyes and my dark hair.

Forcing a smile as Clint picked up his box and told me he’d be in touch, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

Does she even want kids? Better yet, would she want kids with me? A family was something I’d only thought of in some abstract, way-in-the-future possibility. It wasn’t anything I sat around dreaming about, only something that would inevitably be forced on me by my father.

But now my life was my own. Luca Cappitani no longer controlled me. Well, I guessed technically he did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had to change my name, disguise my appearance, and go into exile with the woman he’d tried to buy.

My stomach turned at the thought, as it always did when I thought of my father having Evie Bouvier as his plaything. But the feeling was even worse now that I knew her, now that I was falling for her.

I stared down at my now cold coffee and let that revelation sink in.

I’m falling for her. My wildcat. My Eden.

Eden was excited about the house, and we celebrated with pizza, wine, and a delectable sixty-nine in the bedroom. But by the time we moved into the home in mid-February six weeks later, we hadn’t progressed past oral and foreplay.

I was certainly ready, but she… wasn’t.

Two nights after we moved in, we had just christened the couch, and Eden was lying sated and smiling with me kneeling between her knees. I kissed up her stomach and neck until I was hovering over her. She’d sucked me off, but I was already hard again after going down on her, and I pressed my erection against her belly.

“I want to be inside you, baby,” I told her quietly, nuzzling my nose against the peachy softness of her cheek. She inhaled quickly and let the air out slowly, and I wedged myself onto the couch until we were facing each other. “Talk to me, Eden. Is there a reason you don’t want me?”

“I do want you,”’ she replied, squishing her eyes shut like it hurt her to admit it.

I swiped a sweaty strand of hair away from her forehead. “I don’t want to pressure you. I’m just trying to understand.”

She finally lifted her lids, and I read the conflict in her blue eyes. “I don’t understand it myself. I want you but…” Her lips rolled in between her teeth. “I’ve only had sex with two guys.”

Giving her a gentle smile, I felt myself relax a bit. “I don’t care if you’re inexperienced, Eden. I promise we can go slow.”

Two little lines appeared between her eyebrows. “It’s not the physical that’s holding me back. It may sound stupid or naive to you, but I have to have an emotional connection. I only have sex with someone when it really means something.”

Ouch.

“And I don’t mean anything to you,” I said tightly, doing my best not to grit my teeth. An ache formed somewhere deep inside me because, for the first time in my life, I had a woman I thought I could actually fall in love with. And she didn’t feel the same.

Eden looked surprised and lifted a hand to my beard, letting her fingers stroke through it. “No, it’s because you do mean something to me.” Her bottom lip trembled. “Even though I tried not to let that happen.”

That ache disappeared in a flash, replaced with another swell of relief. “Because you want to hate me,” I filled in.

She nodded, her eyes skittering to the tattoos of her fingernails on my chest. “I feel guilty. I feel like… like I need to be punished for caring for you.” Leaning forward, she kissed the ink before slowly lifting her baby blues to my face. “Would you punish me, Dane?”