Page 46 of Stealing His Cupcake (Stockholm Syndrome for the Win #2)

Wyatt

Watching Amy eat when my cock is rock hard and all I can think about is sex is a special kind of torture.

Everything she does fuels my arousal, making my cock twitch uncomfortably within the confines of my pants.

The mess with Nolan is forgotten for now.

I’ll get back to it later, while Amy has her therapy session, but now, all I can think about is her and what she has in mind for our time together.

Honestly, at this point, I’m down for anything.

If she wants to tie me up and ride my cock, I’m a million percent into it.

If she wants to tie me up and ride my face, I’m a billion percent into it.

If she wants to tie me up and fuck my ass, well, they say don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, right?

If that’s what my Amy wants, then I’m willing to go along with it.

I doubt that’s the case, though. Even if that was one of her secret fantasies, Amy is still too self-conscious to admit it, let alone actually try it.

Her smile is bashful as she looks at me over the rim of her glass.

Her lips wrap around it as she takes a sip, and I watch the column of her throat move as she swallows.

I can’t even tell which part of it exactly is erotic, I only know that it’s fucking arousing and I have to fight not to jump over the table and take her right there on my back porch.

I didn’t have outside sex in mind when I bought a property where the closest neighbor was half a mile away, only privacy in general, but it sure comes in handy.

Perhaps Amy wouldn’t be against a bit of ravishing out here?

But no, she said she wanted this to be on her own terms. With how battered and broken her self-confidence is, such a request must have been difficult for her.

I’ll have to tell her how proud of her I am.

She wouldn’t have said that if she was secretly afraid of me, would she?

A delicious piece of chicken turns sour in my mouth as I think about the ring.

The ring I cowardly hid in the secret compartment behind the washing machine.

Even if, by some miracle, Amy’s affection for me is genuine, I don’t deserve it.

I don’t fucking deserve her because I screwed up and put her in danger, which is inexcusable.

Shame, another lovely new emotion I’ve acquired lately, tangles with guilt into a heavy knot in my chest, reminding me with every breath that I’m a fucking failure. Until I take care of Nolan and make sure this situation never repeats itself, I can’t even think about offering Amy the ring.

I can offer her my cock, though.

Since I’m eager like a teenage boy ready to bury his cock inside of a real cunt for the first time, I’m done with my food while Amy still has half her plate left.

“This was delicious,” I say as I lean back in my chair, my stomach nicely full.

“I won’t say it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten, that honor goes to your pussy, but it’s a close second. ”

Amy gasps so hard she nearly chokes on her food. Damn, I have to stop saying things like that to her while she’s eating. The hospital is too fucking far away from here.

“Sorry.” I pat her back to help her cough the food out and hold out a glass of water. “Here. Food belongs in the stomach, not the lungs. You know that, right? ”

Scowling, she snatches the glass from me. “I do know that, but perhaps you could stop talking about eating my pussy out loud? It’s just so…naughty.”

“Oh, cupcake,” I chuckle. “I haven’t even begun talking ‘naughty’. But since I can’t have you choking unless it’s on my cock, I’ll let you finish your lunch in peace and go grab a shower. Alright?”

Amy’s not looking at me. She’s staring at the patch of wild bee balms with childlike wonder. “Look,” she whispers, “a hummingbird.”

There is indeed a ruby-throated hummingbird fluttering around the blooms. They’re quite common here, especially during spring when the trees bloom, so I don’t pay them much attention, but Amy watches the tiny creature with rapt attention and a smile so wide I wonder if her cheeks hurt from it.

“It’s so beautiful,” she coos and my heart melts, demanding I get her a pet hummingbird immediately.

“They come here from time to time,” I explain. “I keep a big part of the yard natural so there’s lots of wildflowers for them to feed from but we can also put up feeders with sugar water if you want to. They’ll come more often, then.”

“Yes, please!” The bird startles at Amy’s exclamation but flutters back a few seconds later, the lure of the big purple blooms too strong to resist. “Yes, please,” Amy repeats in a stage whisper, turning her wide smile to me.

I’m instantly compelled to fulfill her every wish. “I’ll order some this evening. Along with everything else you put on the list. Good job on that, by the way. I don’t know what invert sugar is, so it’s no surprise I don’t have that, but I had no idea I don’t even own oven mitts.”

Amy’s smile grows shy. “They’re not really necessary. I could keep using dish towels, but you said—”

“That we will get anything you want, including oven mitts.” God, this woman.

Is she really nervous about asking me to buy stupid oven mitts?

Not for the first time in the past week, I’m deeply regretting not being able to get my hands on Craig.

The thought of stealing and desecrating his body is more and more tempting.

Really, the only thing stopping me is that I’d have to go to Kansas City, and I don’t want to leave Amy. Especially now.

The thought of Nolan darkens my mood, but I force myself to smile for Amy’s sake.

Either she’s incredibly attuned to my tells or has an extra developed sense to warn her if people around her get angry, but she picks up on the change immediately.

“Is everything okay?” she asks softly, raising a hand to my cheek.

Her thumb scrapes over my stubble as she caresses me.

“Is this… Are you upset about earlier? I’m sorry about crying all over you again. You must be fed up with it.”

I lean into her soft touch. “You can cry all over me anytime, Amy. I mean it. If you need someone to hold you when you cry, I’ll be honored to be that person. This…” I hesitate. Do I want to tell her how I fucked up? “Everything is—”

Amy puts her thumb over my mouth, cutting me off. “Don’t say everything is fine. I can see it’s not. I don’t need to know the details but… You promised not to lie to me.”

Kissing the tip of her thumb, I reply, “I wasn’t going to lie.

I was going to say that everything is under control.

I…I made a mistake today.” Damn if it isn’t painful to say those words out loud.

“But I’m going to fix it. You don’t have to worry.

” Nolan is a wimpy kid with a god complex. He doesn’t stand a chance against me.

“Okay. If you need me to tell the police you’ve been here with me all morning, I will. Just so you know.”

“Cupcake…” I’m torn between laughing and kissing her, so I do both.

“I’m honored, but I don’t need a fake alibi.

I work hard to make sure any evidence anyone could ever dig up on me is purely circumstantial.

A lawyer fresh out of school would tear a case against me apart in minutes.

Not that I will need one. Everything will be fine.

Now, finish your lunch. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom. ”