~A Taste of Us~
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| SU4K Outtake: Banner by CaraNo |
"What? What are you looking at?" I narrow my eyes skeptically at my hot-as-hell fiancé.
My fiancé. Edward's my fiancé.
It's been just over a month since he asked me, and I'm still giddy over it. I find myself staring at this glimmering diamond sitting delicately on my left hand. The sparkle could blind you if you're not careful. Truthfully, it's blinded me at times…I almost drove off the road one day because I was watching it dance in the sunlight.
Very important safety tip learned that day. Some people support 'no texting while driving'; I should probably champion the cause of 'no ogling your engagement ring while driving'. The ring should've come with a disclaimer or something, for God's sake.
Alice and I have already been doing online searches for destination weddings and have narrowed our choices to either Curacao or Jamaica. There's no way we can plan a wedding for Memorial Day Weekend around here. It's entirely too crazy with all of the vacationers coming into town. Edward and I would be way too distracted to be able to enjoy our plans, our minds drifting to whether things are going well at Last Call or at the B&B. We both agreed it's just better to get away from it all, leave it in the trustworthy hands of Edward and James's reliable employees and just enjoy our wedding and honeymoon.
The whistles and cheers from half the bar knock me out of my mental reverie. It's Superbowl Sunday and everyone is decked out in his or her team gear, GIANTS versus Patriots. Edward is a die-hard GIANTS fan, much to the chagrin of his brother, who bleeds green for the Eagles. It seems that the shore is far enough away from Philly that it's a split between New York and Philadelphia fans here. And since the Eagles are sitting at home watching the Superbowl from their couches tonight, (a fact that Edward has enjoyed rubbing in James's face), the whole of the Cullen family is supporting the GIANTS. However, the Pats supporters are also out in droves tonight. We have a mix of about a third New England fans and the other two-thirds rooting for New York. Edward is wearing his Manning #10 jersey and he bought me a pink one.
Y'know; because I'm girly…and he likes me that way.
He's behind the bar, popping the tops off of the three Rolling Rocks I need for my order. Rather than answering me, he just quirks his eyebrow and gives me his crooked grin, shaking his head.
"Whaaaat?" I whine impatiently, stomping my foot even…not that he can see it.
He leans across the bar toward me, placing the beers on my tray as he advances. His hot, enticing breath wafts across my collar bone and tickles my neck as he gently brushes his moist lips under my ear. While I'm attempting to recover from his overtly seductive maneuvers, he whispers, his voice burning with sex and desire, "Just thinking about all the positions I had you in last weekend at the B&B."
My body does a mild convulsion from the shivers he never fails to create, slinking up and down my spine.
That was quite the weekend. But this is neither the time nor place.
I cross my arms. "Not fair, Cullen. Not when we're both working till closing and will probably go home and collapse without even kissing each other goodnight." I remember I need to grab an extra bowl of peanuts for table three and come around to the inside of the bar.
"Shall I kiss you now as a preemptive strike, then?" he questions, still oozing lust as I approach.
I giggle and shake my head. I don't need to put on a show for the patrons, but perhaps we could slip into the office at some point.
Decisions, decisions.
"I'm ignoring your voodoo sexual prowess and reminding you - again -that you need to start training me in the kitchen to prepare for the B&B menu." I look up at him with the best Bambi eyes I can muster.
He smirks. "Well, if you remember correctly, we started that on Friday afternoon, which was how we ended up christening every room at Four Seas, pretty girl." He shakes his head.
"You're too tempting. I don't think it can be done," he replies, shrugging.
I decide to step up my game and go for the jugular. I bend over and wiggle my ass a smidge, right in front of his waist to grab the bag of…ahem…nuts, from under the bar. I continue speaking from my position. "All right, well… I could just ask Craig and Sean. They always take their time with me in the kitchen. I'm sure they'd be more than hap—"
Edward wraps his hand around my face and presses his palm to my lips, growling, "If you know what's good for you, you will NOT finish that sentence. I see how they look at you. No way! I'm your trainer. I'm the master chef, here." His breath is hot on my neck, sending chills everywhere as he straightens up both of us.
Bingo.
I smile under his fingers, puckering my lips to deliver a gentle kiss, and then turn around in his arms.
"Well, it's settled then. The B&B is slated to open up for Valentine's Day. That's less than two weeks away, babe. We need to get cracking if I'm going to be the head honcho over there eventually."
He nods in agreement, "You're right, pretty girl," and resumes preparing the Seven and Seven I ordered. Once he's finished, he turns to me, placing his hands on my hips.
I grin and lean into his chest for another kiss. "Thank you. I can't wait to be under your…" I eye him up and down like he's my final meal, "…tutelage."
He bites the inside of his cheek and chuckles, trying to tamp down the sexual tension I've just stirred up. Clearing his throat, he begins, his voice a whispered rumble, "Okay, Bella…training starts tomorrow when we wake up, baby. When we're not on the clock here at the bar, we're at home or at the B&B, teaching you how to make magic happen in the kitchen…good?"
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, feeling him harden against my stomach. I think he really does intend to make magic happen.
You won't hear me complaining!
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
Edward was beyond ecstatic when the GIANTS won the championship last night. And though the team may have gone home with the 2012 Lombardi Trophy, I'm pretty sure the celebration Edward & I had back at home after closing was trophy-worthy as well. He was insatiable— pounding into me while holding me up, legs wrapped around his waist in the shower like it was our last night on Earth. He attacked me again once we collapsed on our bed, but not before he buried his face between my legs until I was screaming for mercy.
I hope the GIANTS are in the playoffs again next year...just sayin'.
I feel stubbly kisses on the small of my back trailing lower and lower…I start squirming and my fiancé chuckles, his hot breath soothing my skin. He's going to make me jump him again.
I sigh, ready to roll over to accept his invitation… I mean, if you gotta, you gotta!
"HEY!" I scream out as he abruptly rips the toasty covers from my naked body. "What are you doing? It's February and we live on the ocean, crazy boy!"
He has the gall to smile and walk to the dresser, pull on boxers and sweats and announce,
"Rise and shine, pretty girl! Lesson number one begins after the coffee finishes brewing. See ya downstairs!" He winks and then walks out the door.
And here I am, alone in the bed…naked and well, wet…really wet. As opposed to high and dry.
I narrow my eyes at the now empty doorway.
You think you're so slick, Cabana Boy? Time to play dirty.
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
"Okay! I'm ready!" I sashay into the kitchen and reach for two coffee mugs from the cabinet. Plunking them down on the island, I turn to open the fridge and grab the hazelnut creamer for me. The coffee maker is still whirring a bit, so I walk over to the pot and wait as the drips gradually come to a stop.
I've made a conscious effort to avoid making eye contact with Edward since I walked in. Except for the sharp hiss I heard when I first entered the room, he's been silent. I'm pretty sure I paralyzed him with my latest purchase from Victoria's Secret. An ice blue satin and lace slip that barely falls below my tush, which conveniently isn't covered by panties at the moment. Ever since he confessed to me last summer that lingerie is his downfall, I've made sure to get myself over to every conceivable lingerie shop on the island and in nearby malls. I've also scoured plenty of catalogs and done gobs of online shopping.
Oh, I've got an arsenal. And he's in trouble for that stunt he pulled in the bedroom a little while ago.
"Bella." His momentarily weakened voice is beyond adorable.
I focus on the sugar bowl and grab a few packets of Splenda. "Hmm?"
"Bella," he says with a bit more strength, "babe, how do you expect me to teach you when you look like that? We won't get anything done!"
"What? What are you talking about?" I have the nerve to play innocent.
"What do you mean, 'what'…you know I can't handle you wearing little numbers like that when I'm trying to concentrate."
I shake my head, tugging on the lacy edge at the very top of my thigh, "This old thing?" God's gonna strike me with a lightning bolt. "Oh stop, you'll be fine. I didn't want to get any of my clothes dirty, and I knew we'd be turning up the stove, the oven and even the fry daddy." I grab the coffee pot and pour our cups. "I just didn't want to have to get sweaty and gross! I figured if I started out with only a thin layer, I wouldn't get overheated."
"Well, you're overheating me already!" He huffs out in annoyance, folding his finely toned arms across his chest.
"Well, that's your own fault then, isn't it? You could've had me upstairs, Cullen…but you teased me and left! So now you're just going to have to keep it in your pants until we're finished with our lessons!" I smile as innocently as a serial killer and hand him his steaming mug.
He takes it, begrudgingly. He knows I'm right, but I can see the gears in his head working overtime…plotting.
"Care to make it interesting?" He offers with a smirk, pulling the mug from his moistened lips.
I raise my eyebrows, trying not to get sidetracked by his tongue swiping along his mouth, savoring the flavor of his cup of Joe. "How so?"
"Well, we work together as vigilantly as possible and keep our hands off each other. Concentrate on our cooking and baking lessons…no funny business," he challenges.
I purse my lips and tap at them with my index finger. I'm intrigued, I have to admit. "And how do we determine the winner and loser? I mean, are we betting anything here?"
He glances around the room, presumably looking for the best wager he can come up with but then shakes his head. "Nahh, no bets. Just the glory of knowing which of us could hold out the longest. Whadd'ya say?"
I cock my head to the side. Oh, I know I'm going to win this. The aforementioned stock house of lingerie practically guarantees it.
"You've got yourself a deal, sir!" I extend my hand to give him a shake but then pause mid-air. "Just a clarification though…will all be fair in love and war?"
He flashes me the heavenly smile that kills me dead every blessed time. "Of course, pretty girl."
I try to withhold my wry grin and follow through with the handshake. "All right, then!"
We exchange a sturdy shake and as I'm pulling my hand away, his palm lingers and he slowly drags his fingers along, running one up and down my sensitive palm, briefly. His little finger motion gives me a quick set of chills and I know I have to get ready for my A-game because he's going to take no prisoners.
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
EPOV
"Here, how does this taste?" She offers me a wooden spoonful of marinara…seasoned and simmered to perfection.
"Mmmm. It rocks, baby. You've got that one down, pat. Okay, let's give your arrabbiata sauce a taste," I say, pointing to the sauce pan on the back burner. So far, all I've done this morning is instruct her verbally, no physical interactions yet, and thank God for that, because as of right now, I'm dying.
This girl.
She's killing me. We've been at this for almost three hours and I've had to excuse myself twice to jack it in the bathroom.
The sighing.
The stretching.
The shimmying between the counter and me when she's reaching for something.
She could just politely ask for it, but noooo!
And, God in heaven when I caught her searching through that bottom cabinet, bent at the waist with no goddamn panties on! THAT distraction caused me to get fucking splattered with boiling tomato sauce because I got lost in all sorts of kinky thoughts. Minx knew what she was doing when she agreed to this challenge.
I, however, never took into account blue balls or even a raw dick from too much wanking when I shook on it!
After offering me the spoon, she asks, "Well? How'd I do on that one?"
I watch her while swirling my tongue around inside my mouth, savoring the flavors. Needs more kick.
"Not hot enough. You need to add a little more spicy-hot flavor." She looks at me, mouth agape.
Hands immediately go to hips. "Are you telling me I'm not hot or spicy enough for you?" she teases, quirking her eyebrow while reaching for the condiment in question.
I chuckle and raise my hands up in surrender. "No, baby. You're plenty hot and spicy on a regular basis. But with this pot of sauce …you need to go a little heavier on the ground red pepper."
She sprinkles another half teaspoon into the pot. "May I?" I ask, grabbing the wooden spoon and starting to stir. I lift it to my lips and taste.
There it is…perfection.
"Here." I bring the spoon up to her lips and she gently wraps her mouth around the edge, while staring into my eyes.
"Mmmm," she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head. And suddenly, my cock is waking up for the umpteenth time this morning. "You're right. You're the master chef. Tastes phenomenal," she says, licking her lips and swiping her thumb against the corner of her mouth to make sure she's clean.
I breathe out heavily. This bet might have been a major mistake. She's not cracking in the least, and I'm ready to collapse like a damn house of cards.
Fuck it.
I grab her by the hips, lift her effortlessly and land her naked ass on the island.
She gives me an evil grin once she catches her breath after my sudden movements. I dive in toward her mouth and she jerks her head back.
"Ah, ah, ahhh!" She's attempting to push my chest backwards. "Are you prepared to declare me the victor for the morning session?" she asks, eyebrows raised in shock and awe.
I push my hips forward to force her to spread her legs and then boldly move my hand up to the apex of her thighs, seeking out her sodden entrance. I gently slide two fingers inside her, and she gasps in astonished excitement, her eyelashes fluttering.
"I think it's safe to say we're both gonna be winners after this, don't you?" I mutter as I start pumping my fingers slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb and licking her ear lobe.
She swallows, her fingers gripping into my shoulders without mercy. "Mmhmmm," she groans out, nodding her head rapidly.
I waste no time riling her up to the brink of orgasm, but then pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean. She's breathing heavily as I tug down the waistband of my sweats to allow my cock to spring free, ready to attack.
I wedge my hands under her ass and maneuver her forward to the very edge of the counter and force her to lie back as I line up at her entrance and push in with one smooth stroke.
"AHHHHHH!" she cries out, arching her back up off the cool granite as I grasp her hips and start pumping with vigor. With each thrust forward, her lacy slip and its loose straps jostle, exposing her left breast first and then her right. Her nipples are puckered, calling me…tempting me. I watch, even more turned on, as her chest rises and falls, the ridges of her ribs moving like ripples of water under her creamy, delicate skin.
I focus my attention on my cock, which glistens with excess moisture as I move in and out of her. "Jesus, fuck…Bella." My hips start pistoning faster and faster, the sounds of our grunts and my hips smacking her ass are the only soundtrack surrounding us. It's so good. So fucking good.
"Goddamn Bella baby…coming…I'm coming." She squeaks out in response. I assume she's fine with it because I feel her start to tighten and her thighs clamp inward against my hips as she freezes, focusing on her high. I think all the sexual tension this morning is causing this free fall to approach more quickly than usual for both of us.
I don't think we really give a shit at the moment. We both tip over the edge and I collapse my chest onto her soft, satin-covered stomach.
After a few seconds of heavy breathing, I slide my hands up her torso, dragging her slip so that I can kiss her skin. Normally, I love to see her naked…but this quick and fast escapade in the kitchen didn't allow for stripping. Still…I need my belly kisses. She's fucking edible…every inch of her.
After paying homage to her flawless skin, I pick myself up, pull out of her and yank up my pants. Silently, she reaches for me, asking to pull her up, too. Face to face, I kiss her. Our lips and tongues tangle, as I thread my fingers through her hair and pull my face back, but not before adding a few final pecks.
"I love you Bella…Cullen," I add with a sly grin.
Her face lights up at the title. "Soon." She giggles. "Not soon enough."
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
Where was I?
Sex with my fiancée will do that to me. She makes me totally lose focus. Oh, who am I kidding? It doesn't even require sex. She showed up in that lacy negligée yesterday morning and I knew I was sunk.
We called our sex embargo quits after our romp on the kitchen counter. We decided to make some pasta to go along with all the sauces I taught her to make and we basically had a pasta bar going for the rest of the day.
It's a good thing, too. They always say to load up on carbs when you know you have to maintain a great amount of endurance the next day.
At this point, I don't know if it's sexual endurance that will benefit or slaving over the hot stove concocting all these recipes…but today may end up being another wash. It's already close to noon because we slept late and then messed around in the shower. And though I desired to maintain my composure for the rest of the day, I think I'm shit out of luck because she just walked in wearing a fucking bikini.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, dumbfounded, staring at her in her black, barely there, two-piece.
"I figured it was another day of hot kitchen calisthenics. I'm trying to cut back on laundry!"
She giggles as I grab her around the waist and attack her neck with kisses and playful nips.
"You're a damn cheater and you know it!" I whine and pull away.
Time for another trip to the bathroom.
When I come back to the kitchen soon after taking care of business upstairs, I look around wondering what my plan for today had been before I was so brutally thwarted.
I spot the electric frying pan and then remember. "C'mere, you. Time to knead some dough for the calzone and stromboli."
She walks up to me, grinning. "Done in the bathroom already?"
I quirk one eyebrow instead of answering her jab. Grabbing her by the hand, I place her between the counter and me, facing the lump of raw dough. "Okay, flour the counter first."
She dips her hand in the small bowl of flour and sprinkles it all over. "Done."
Still standing behind her, I reach around and hand her the ball of raw dough and instruct her to toss it around in the flour and then take the rolling pin to flatten it.
She gets it floured and then starts rolling. Every time she pushes down on the dough and rolls the pin away from her, she expels a breathy grunt and her luscious ass pokes out, jabbing my thighs.
"Need a little help, babe?" I whisper in her ear, trying to get her to crack a bit. I have to admit, she's whipping me in the sexual tension department. She acts like she's breezing through these tasks and I'm drowning!
"Yes, please," she moans a final plea, her rolled out dough only spread about four inches in diameter further than where it started as a round ball. She grinds her ass against my hips and looks for my gaze over her shoulder.
Oh, reeeally?
I take that as a grand invitation. I quickly untie one side of her bottoms and tug them down along with my shorts. I grab my cock and rub it between her legs seeking out the moisture I know is waiting for me. She widens her stance and pushes her hips back further, bracing her arms on the edge of the counter.
I bend at the knees and glide into her, groaning at the sensation. She sighs as her head falls back and I slide my right hand up her smooth back and grip her shoulder for some extra leverage. I go slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure for both of us and then wrap my left hand around her petite hip and tease her clit with the wetness I can feel gathering where we're connected.
"Holy…ohmy…uhh," Bella's becoming incoherent as I feel her start to tighten and pulse around my cock. I push her shoulders forward a bit more and take a step back while our hips are still flush in order to get a different angle, tighter…nnnngh…that's it. I take two…three more long strokes and let go of my build-up.
Jesus. Every fucking time…every fucking time…any way you dissect that phrase…it's goddamn amazing with the love of my life here with me.
I lean forward and kiss the small of her back after I pull out and we grab a few towels from the laundry room and head toward the stairs.
Time for another shower.
Once we're back in the kitchen, clean and still wearing minimal clothing, we head back over to the counter to where we left the dough half an hour ago. Just as I'm picking up the dough ball to try and manipulate it so that it's a little more pliable, my phone starts ringing and hers beeps with a text.
"Wow. We must be popular! People tracking us down at the same time!" She giggles.
I pick up my phone and see James's picture just as I watch her furrow her eyebrows while reading her text.
"What's up, J?"
"Dude! Turn on the fucking television right now!" He sounds excited and exasperated all at once. I turn around to see that Bella is already reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
"Channel six, twelve o'clock news."
I respond with a chuckle, "Bella's on it already, I think. What's going on?" I open the fridge to grab a couple of bottles of water before we get back to our lesson for the afternoon.
"OH MY GOSH!" I hear Bella shout out from the great room. I slam the door and jog over to where she is and focus my eyes on the TV just as James says, "It's the Braswells. Looks like Jack fucked up big time!"
My eyes widen, taking in the scene unfolding on my screen. "James—"
"Yeah, yeah! Call me back, I wanna watch, too!" I end the call and turn up the volume, falling onto the couch in stunned silence as the reporter begins...
"Shocking news out of Long Beach Island, New Jersey today. A prominent local businessman has been linked to several cases of arson in California. Two weeks ago, a fire spread on Wilshire Boulevard damaging several stores and private offices, apparently originating in a vacant restaurant which had been on the market for almost six months. Sadly, a firefighter was injured battling that blaze and is currently on life support. Mr. Jack Braswell of Harvey Cedars, New Jersey is said to be the owner of the property where the fire started and is accused of being the mastermind. He was not immediately suspected, but apparently those who were originally apprehended have since cooperated with authorities, implicating Mr. Braswell. He's been taken into custody in New Jersey and will be extradited to California where he'll await indictment charges for conspiracy to commit aggravated arson, aggravated arson, conspiracy to commit insurance fraud and insurance fraud. If found guilty, the arson charges carry up to ten years imprisonment each, and up to a $150,000 fine. The fraud charges each carry up to five years imprisonment and as much as a $15,000 fine. The financial penalties could greatly increase if prosecutors prove that Mr. Braswell stood to gain financially from the fire damage. Action News was there as he was taken into custody this morning in Surf City, but he gave no comment."
My mouth is hanging open as I turn to see Bella's reaction at the conclusion of the report.
"Holy shit." It's the only thing that comes to mind at the moment.
Bella lets out a long breath and nods, turning to face me. "Yeah…I mean…you think he'd do that?"
I start to raise my shoulders to shrug but then allow them to sag again. This is Jack fucking Braswell. The same asshole who tried to buy me, my brother, Tori and God-knows-who-else throughout his lifetime.
Still in shock, I start bobbing my head in agreement. "Yeah, I think he would. I bet he did.
He probably had a hell of a time trying to sell the restaurant and house. When he couldn't be bothered with it anymore, he decided to make the money on it the best way he knew how- by cheating." I shake my head and laugh to myself. "It's his M.O., right? I mean, he tried to buy me, buy my future…it's his way or the highway. And when things don't work out the way Jack wants, he barrels through, whether it's wise or not. But this time, he got caught."
"Jesus." Bella whispers, her eyes wide. "I mean, he certainly seemed ruthless last summer…but breaking the law like that? And now someone might die because of it?"
I rub my face, trying to rationalize the irrational. Clearly not gonna work, though. "He doesn't care, babe. If people stand in his way…he picks them up and moves them."
I grab the remote and hit the power button. I'd say I'm surprised, but I don't think I really am. You don't get to be where Jack is and have the kind of power and influence he has without knowing how to make the system work for you, and when it doesn't, you mold it to your needs. He's always been an ass. It finally caught up to him. I wonder if Tori and Irina are caught up in it, too. I give it just a moment of pondering and then shake my head in disgust.
Not my problem anymore. That ship sailed over seven months ago and I've never looked back…not for a minute.
I stand up from the couch and Bella looks up at me, expectantly. I extend my hand to her.
"Come on, back to work. Nothing of interest in here."
She takes my hand with a pensive smile. I pull her into my chest and inhale deeply. Right here, in my arms. She's the one who's always belonged here.
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
We have three types of stromboli baking right now. The first is pepperoni and mozzarella in an herb-seasoned dough. The second is Genoa salami, provolone and slivered roasted red peppers and the third is ham and Swiss, both of those are on plain dough. I'm freaking starving now because they all smell so fantastic.
Bella finally got the hang of rolling out the dough to the size we needed for the loaves. I had her giggling as we both held onto the rolling pin and pushed this way and that, my nose buried in her neck. Tickles, licks and bites along the way as a fun distraction. We assembled them and now they're baking to perfection.
"Okay boss, what's next?" She places the dish of chopped up deli slices of turkey ham in front of me while I'm mixing the ricotta, cubes of mozzarella, garlic and oregano mixture for the calzone. I grab a fork and collect a bit of the hopefully-delicious concoction and put it up to her mouth.
"Open."
First, she delivers the vixen smile, then she obeys. "Ohmuhguh," she mumbles behind her hand. "That's amazing."
I grin and nod, "Good! Then we're doing it right. Can you dump in the ham now?" She grabs the plate and starts pouring in the bite-size pieces of meat while I continue to stir the bowl full of filling.
"Okay," I cut away a section of the rolled out dough and put about a quarter cup of the mixture onto the middle, "now fold it over and pinch the edges to make sure it's locked up tight! Don't want any of the cheesy goodness oozing out into the oil."
Bella does as I say and her first calzone looks pretty great. With a head nod toward the oil, I start again. "Now, take that metal spoon and carefully lower in the calzone. Once the sides look golden, you flip it gingerly and the other side will fry. If we do it correctly, the dough will come out crispy on the outside, and the ricotta mixture will be melty and fantastic when we bite into it."
A few minutes later, Bella successfully removes her first calzone from the oil. Once she gets the hang of it, she's frying up four at a time which is all the electric pan will hold without making a mess.
"What's on the roster for tomorrow and the rest of the week?" Bella questions, turning the calzone.
"Breakfast foods and sweets. Muffins, breads, a couple of casseroles, quiches, pies…how's that?"
She smiles. "Perfect," she pauses, thoughtfully. "Thanks honey, learning from you for the last couple of days…the time you're taking with me…it's awesome."
"It has been pretty awesome…and will continue to be…" my voice trails off, but we both know how much we mean to each other.
For a few more minutes, I watch Bella go about her frying and calzone assembly with great concentration.
My pretty girl. And I get to spend the rest of my life with her.
As she's enjoying her first foray into the art of creating homemade calzone, I pull the baked stromboli from the oven and my mouth waters. Looking around the kitchen at the outrageous amount of food we're creating, I have to laugh. I decide to slice up the loaves and take a few slices of each so that Bella can sample them all, then I wrap the rest in plastic wrap and foil.
"Hey baby, when your filling is all gone, let's run these down to the bar and give them to the staff…customers…whoever. We have enough to feed an army right now."
Her eyes glaze over as she takes in all the food spread out, cooling on the counter, and guffaws. "Yeah, we better get all this food out of here! We'll be eating for years to come if we kept it all to ourselves; may as well share the yumminess of my man's culinary expertise!"
She waggles her eyebrows playfully.
Meh…maybe the trip to Last Call can wait a little while…my girl can't.
Timing it perfectly with her removing the final calzone from the pan and placing it on the paper towels to soak up the excess oil, I open the fridge and pull out the can of Reddi-Whip, Hershey's chocolate syrup, caramel sauce and sprinkles. Then I go for the freezer.
Time for dessert.
"Well, what've you got there, Cabana Boy?" She questions, stalking toward me as I lean against the fridge with a shit-eating grin on my face.
"I figure we've been working hard and focusing only on main dishes, and those calzone are way too hot to let our friends bite into them immediately, so let's wait just a bit. It's time for the sweet tooth to come out." I turn her toward the counter where I've set up an ice cream sundae station. "I'm hungry for a Banana-Bella split," I whisper, pulling her close to me, as I run my nose up and down the side of her face. I feel her shiver in response.
"Hmmm," she sighs, contentedly, "Now that you mention it, I could go for a Cabana Boy Cone," she turns her head over her shoulder, a sexy glint in her eye. "Who needs Cold Stone Creamery when we have a perfectly good granite slab right here?" She asks, smacking her palm on the island in front of her.
I give her a smile and walk her toward the counter, my hands on her hips, tugging on the strings of her bikini.
"You get to eat first, m'lady. Welcome to Cullen Stone Creamery…extra cream," I wink, "…coming right up!" I hop up on the island after she divests me of my shorts.
She shakes the can of Reddi-Whip and then squirts the cool topping all over my rigid cock while I finish untying the top of her bikini.
Naked, stunning and completely mine, she stands between my legs and lowers her mouth.
She darts her tongue out and takes an impressive lick off the tip.
"Something's missing from my cone though," she murmurs, while my eyes are rolling back, her tongue already performing acrobatic tricks up, down and around my whipped cream-covered dick.
"Wh—what's missing, baby?" I manage to groan out through my sexual euphoria…surprised I can even form words at this point, but I open my eyes to focus on what she's about to say.
She looks up at me, swallowing me down once and then sliding me out again with a pop of her lips.
"Cherries, of course. I want my three extra cherries."
~~~~~L~A~S~T~C~A~L~L~~~~~
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