Delicious: A Brother's Best Friend Romantic Comedy (Camos and Cupcakes #1) Page 7

  He says it easily enough that I glance over my shoulder.

  “What?” he asks, letting one of his eyebrows rise. I shrug.

  “So, this isn’t just a one-day thing?”

  He grunts—a very sexy sound—and eyes me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Not fucking likely, Sunshine.”

  I grin. “Good.”

  “I told you that you were mine. I’m not fucking around.”

  I chuckle. “Well, a little bit of fucking around.”

  Steam is billowing out of the shower and I know that the water is no longer frigid. I step in and he follows me. I’ve never taken a shower with a man before. Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve had a man in my bed, and I’ve never had a man here in my house overnight.

  “Hand me the soap,” Ed says. He’s shielding me from the spray with his massive body, but when I hand him my herbal soap, he steps back so my back gets wet. Before I know it, he steps closer and presses his soapy hands to my back.

  “Oh, God, that feels good.”

  He chuckles and works my muscles beneath the suds. Magic hands.

  “I was thinking.”

  “Sometimes a dangerous thing,” I say.

  He chuckles. “I’d like to take you out on my bike.”

  “Hmm, that sounds like fun.”

  “Yeah?” he asks, surprise in his voice.

  I glance over my shoulder at him. “You know I’ve asked before.”

  “You were seventeen and your father was shaking his head behind you.”

  “That jerk. I am going to give him a piece of my mind.”

  “Ah, Sunshine, don’t rat me out.”

  I chuckle. My father might have been a hard ass when he was younger, but he was probably no Ed Cooper. Ed’s big, tall, muscled and a total badass. But the fear I hear in his voice makes me think he’s afraid of my father.

  “Have you always thought of me like that? Like Sunshine?”

  “No. Well, at first, yeah. Harry brought me home and you were such a cute little thing. So in a completely non sexual way at first.”

  “And then?”

  He grunts. “Then, very sexual.”

  “When?”

  “When?”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, when did you start having sexual thoughts about me?”

  “When we got back to San Antonio.”

  “Two years,” I exclaim and then turn to face him. I smack him in the chest. “Two years!”

  “Almost. Yeah, so?”

  “We could have been having incredible sex all this time.”

  He chuckles. “That’s true. I didn’t think you thought of me that way.”

  “Of course I did. I do! Who doesn’t? I bet every heterosexual woman does.”

  His face flushes.

  “Oh, my, you’re blushing.”

  “Am not.”

  I giggle. “Yeah you are and it’s damned cute. You’ve always thought of me as Sunshine then?”

  “In my head.”

  “Yeah?’

  “Why are you so surprised?”

  I shrug and reach for the soap he’s still holding. He raises his hand so high I can’t grab it. “Ed.”

  “Allison,” he says. “Don’t tell me you think you aren’t sexy.”

  “I know I’m a nurse who takes care of everyone.”

  He shakes his head. “Like in a hot nurse costume kind of a way.”

  I roll my eyes. “Please don’t even mention that. Nurses hate it, including me.”

  His mouth twitches. “Stop trying to change the subject. You’re sexy.”

  I pat him on the chest. “Okay.”

  “I will paddle that very sexy ass of yours. Don’t try to fucking placate me.”

  “Is that a promise?” I ask.

  He leans his head back as he pinches his eyes shut. “For the love of the baby Jesus.”

  I giggle again and fall against him. He slips one arm around me, then puts down the soap so he can wrap me completely in both arms. My breasts are pressed against him, namely my diamond hard nipples. And hello, his cock is against my pussy.

  “You’re sexy, Allison. I don’t know what kind of assholes you’ve been dating, other than that Kent guy, who I know for sure was an asshole.”

  “How do you know that?” He was, but I never said anything in front of Ed about it.

  “He gave you up, didn’t he?” He cups my face. Water is beating down on him, his hair is plastered against his head and he shouldn’t look sexy, but he does. “Every part of your body is sexy.”

  “Yeah?’

  He nods as he leans closer to brush his mouth against mine, then he kisses my nose.

  “Your nose is sexy.” I snort laugh, and he doesn’t say anything, but he does smile. He lets go of my face to turn me around.

  “Brace your hands against the wall.”

  I do as he says because he’s touching me. There is a very good chance if Ed asked me to kill someone, I would as long as he was touching me. Okay, maybe not kill someone, but you get what I mean.

  He trails his hand down my spine, his fingers dancing over my slick skin. “Now, this part of you,” he says as his index finger slides down the cleft of my rear end before he spreads his hands over my cheeks. “This is one of my favorite parts of you.”

  God, I can barely think, breathe…anything. The man is undoing me, not just with his hands, but also his words. Not one man has ever said the things he’s saying about me today. Even Kent, who lasted a whole year. He rarely even worried if I came.

  The first smack to my ass catches me off guard. The sting makes me gasp as the warmth of it spreads. Then another smack. This one I feel all the way to my core.

  “Don’t think bad thoughts,” he orders.

  “How can you know I was thinking anything bad?”

  “First, you just confirmed it. Second, you weren’t with me.”

  He’s right because I was thinking about Kent the not so wonderful lover.

  Ed lays his hand against my ass again and I realize he really is going to spank me if I keep this up. But then, as the shivers of the last smack roll through me, I think that might not be such a bad thing. Maybe, I should be bad Allison. The one who likes to be spanked in her shower.

  Unfortunately, Ed has other ideas.

  “Now, here,” he says as he slips his hands around to my stomach. He skims them up to my breasts, “Are two of my favorites.”

  He plucks at my nipples and I moan, leaning back against him and pressing my rear end against his cock. Heat is pouring through my entire body. I’m beyond wet, as another gush of liquid fills my pussy. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched, but he is taking his time teasing my breasts. Every time one of those talented fingers glide over my nipple, I can feel it in my sex. He plucks at one of them and I swear to all that is holy that my clit stands up and shouts for attention.

  As he crowds against me, he leans down and presses his mouth over my exposed neck. He continues to murmur something, but I can’t make it out. I don’t care. Right now, all I care about is how he is playing my body like I’m an instrument.

  He continues to drive me insane by nipping at my neck and teasing my nipple, then he slides his right hand down past my stomach, resting it against my mound. My clit hums. Seriously. I’m not lying. It’s like she’s waiting, anticipating what Ed is going to do to her. What? I call my clit a she. Get over it.

  He kisses a path up to my ear and tugs on the lobe. “Now, this little kitty here,” he says as he brushes his fingers over my slit, barely touching my clit, who is waving at him because she’s been ready to come out and play from the moment he spanked me, “this might be my favorite part by far.” He slips one digit inside of me and I buck against him. Just that little touch has me spiraling. Good lord.

  “Yeah, I have to say she’s my favorite,” he says, his voice all gravely and sexy and all Ed. “So tight, always wet for me. You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Sunshine?”

  I nod, unable to say anything. My ability to
speak is directly linked to his fingers. As I think that, Ed slips another digit inside of me. “God.”

  “No, Sunshine, just you and me.”

  I would laugh if my whole body wasn’t vibrating with need. Right now, I want to come, but I also don’t want it to end. I know I sound like an idiot, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but Ed’s fingers, and his mouth. Yeah, I like his mouth. And his dick. He moves his mouth down my neck again and nips against my shoulder. I’m close, but he’s avoiding my clit. I know he’s doing it on purpose because there are two things I know about Ed Cooper. First, he’s the best baker in all of Texas. Secondly, he knows just how to make a woman come. So, he’s definitely doing it on purpose and that is kind of annoying. I open my mouth to complain but end up squeaking—yeah, I’m a sexy beast—when he pulls away and turns me around.

  He cups my face and lowers his mouth to mine. In that kiss I taste his need. It sends my heart galloping out of control. I don’t know exactly what the hell I’m going to do about him, if this really is the start to a serious relationship. At the moment, nothing matters but this kiss. I’m drowning, falling under his spell. I wrap my arms around him and return the kiss. He hums—God, he hums—against my tongue as I slide it into his mouth. Before I’m ready, he pulls away to rest his forehead against mine.

  “You are dangerous.” His breathing is ragged, and his voice is still all growly, and all I want to do is jump on him and take a ride on the Ed Cooper pony patrol. Or stallion. I press against his cock. Yep, definitely a stallion. He urges me back against the wall. “Especially this little kitty,” he says as he slips down to his knees in front of me. “She’s the most dangerous part of you.”

  He leans closer, pushing his face between my legs. His beard tickles my thighs and I sigh. Ed’s the first bearded man I’ve had, and I’m not sure I will ever date another clean-shaved man again. It adds another level to oral sex. He slips his tongue inside, teasing my inner lips. I buck against him and he growls—yes growls, again. I never thought I would be a woman who liked that kind of sound, but with it coming from Ed, I can’t resist him. It gets sexier every time he does it. Taking hold of my hips, he anchors me to the tile all the while he is devouring me. It’s the only word I can think of. He’s still growling against my flesh, sending another round of vibrations rolling through me. I don’t think a man has ever tasted me like this, as if I was the only thing in the world that could save him. As he continues to explore my pussy, he slips one hand to my clit. Over and over, he thrusts his tongue inside of me as he grazes my clit with his thumb. God. That one little touch has me so damned close I’m ready to come right there. One more feathery touch, then he presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves, sending me hurtling over into my orgasm. Pleasure shimmers through me and explodes, over and over, as I buck against his mouth. I slip my hands through his hair, then mold them to the back of his head as he eats me through my orgasm. It is the most decadent thing I have ever had done to me, and I don’t think I will be able to forget it. Not even if the men in black show up with one of their little memory zappers.

  I can barely stand by the time the little aftershocks are the only thing pulsing through me, but thankfully, Ed holds on to me as he rises to his feet.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  I nod.

  “Been tested?”

  I raise one eyebrow, but he gets the drift. It’s the only thing I can do because I am still trying to recover from the orgasm he just gave me.

  “I have too, and I’m clean.”

  I know what he’s asking. Normally, I wouldn’t trust a man, but this is Ed and I know he’s not lying. I nod, giving him approval. He sighs, lifting me up against the tile and thrusts into me to the hilt. I draw in a deep breath because while I am wet, I am still sensitive from my orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck, Sunshine,” he says, the timber of his voice rumbling over my nickname. “I have never been raw inside a woman before.”

  His cock pulses inside of me for a long second, then he starts to move. He pounds into me over and over. His breathing is labored and he’s watching me. The intensity of his gaze scares me a little. There is a piece of him that I never thought I would see. That raw need. Emotions rise up and claw at my throat. This is beyond intimate, it’s something I have never felt before. I want to look away, but I know what he wants, what he needs. I need that too, but needing it scares the hell out of me. But I’m sick of being scared of always worrying about if I should be careful. Right now, with this man, I don’t want to be careful. I want it all.

  I wrap my legs around him and squeeze. His eyes practically roll back in his head. He changes the angle of his thrusts so he’s rubbing against my clit and his cock is hitting right there…oh God…my g-spot. I come apart again, splintering into a million different pieces. He thrusts one more time, then holds himself still as his warm cum fills my pussy. He continues to hold himself still there for a few moments, his cock pulsing inside of me as we both shudder from our orgasms. He has his head against my shoulder and his hands and body are still holding me in place.

  He pulls back, then brushes his mouth against my forehead first then my nose, then, he kisses me. I can feel everything in that one kiss, everything I was afraid to want for the longest time, but it’s there, shimmering in the kiss he gives me. When he pulls back, we are both breathing heavily, and I realize that the water is cooling off.

  “You definitely deserve breakfast after that.”

  I smile, happiness in my heart and my soul. “I think you are the one who should get breakfast served.”

  He shakes his head, his smile fading as his expression turns serious. “No, Sunshine, letting me bake for you is one of my favorite things to do.”

  My heart turns over. “If it makes you happy, you can bake for me as much as you like.”

  I barely bite back the words I want to say. You know, the, you can bake for me for the rest of our lives kind of words. No reason to scare off Ed. Right now, I am going to try my best to live in the moment and enjoy Ed.

  Chapter Ten

  “So,” Allison says, sipping her coffee and giving the sexiest little hum, “You’ve called me Sunshine in your head for two years?”

  I nod as I dip the bread in the egg mixture. She requested French toast, so she gets French toast. If she requested her brother’s head on a platter, I would do it in a heartbeat. Not that I don’t love Harry like a brother, but Allison gets what she wants. Period.

  “Actually, like I said, it was before that.”

  “Hmm.” She takes another sip of her coffee. “God that’s good. I make crappy coffee.”

  “Yeah you do. And what’s wrong with the name Sunshine?”

  I make sure the griddle is well-greased and drop the bread on it. The smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg fill the kitchen as the egg mixture sizzles on the stove. It feeds my soul on another level I can’t always explain to other people. I went without food so many days growing up, but the idea of cooking for others, creating something they love to eat, makes me feel whole. Doing it here in the kitchen with Allison, with the sun trying to peek through the clouds, is like heaven.

  “Well, I just think it sounds cute.”

  “You are cute and sexy,” I say.

  I get to play with our kitchen at work, but this set up is amazing. Allison likes to cook, I know that, but she doesn’t do much baking. Not her thing. But this kitchen is definitely a chef’s dream. I remember Savannah commenting on it when Allison moved in. The six-burner Viking, the marble countertops, and the farmhouse sink. It’s amazing.

  I glance back over my shoulder at Allison. She’s still frowning. “Alright, you can give me a nickname.”

  “I already have one for you.”

  Then she presses her lips together as if she regretted telling me. I turn back to the French toast and flip them over. Then I turn my attention to her again.

  “You have a name for me?”

  Her face flushes, and she hides behind the massive c
up as she sips her coffee. Interesting.

  “No fair. Spill.”

  She mumbles something I can’t quite hear. That’s not normal because Allison is not a woman who mumbles. She’s usually as loud as those other two insane friends of hers, but now she’s acting like she’s afraid to talk.

  “What was that?” I ask, holding my hand up to my ear.

  She glances at me one more time, then frowns.

  “I will not give you any French toast unless you tell me my nickname.”

  Her dramatic gasp is so Allison. You can do a lot of things to Allison, but threatening her food is a crime.

  I turn back to the food and flip the toast over. “Worse, I will pile it high on one plate and eat it in front of you.”

  Which I wouldn’t, but she doesn’t know that. I just know what can get her to talk.

  She says nothing as I plate the French toast, doing as I said I would, stacking it high on one plate. I set it on the counter and prepare it. After slathering on a fuck-ton of butter, I drown it in syrup and then—the thing I know that will break her—I dust it with powdered sugar. I’m cutting into the bread when she sighs loudly.

  “Fine.”

  She hesitates and I dig into the piece I cut off and raise it to my lips.

  “Ed.”

  “Tell me, or I eat it all.”

  She sighs and looks at the fork, then back at me. “I call you Ginger Jesus.”

  I blink. That can’t be what I thought she said. “Ginger Jesus?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What? When?”

  “How? Who?”

  “Allison.” I use the tone of voice that used to make grown men piss their pants, but she rolls her eyes. Damn, I love her. “Explain.”

  “Ginger Jesus. I started calling you that in my head when you all opened Camos and Cupcakes. You know, like they call Ed Sheehan because you’re both gingers.” Her gaze roams over me before she makes eye contact again. My body vibrates with hunger. With one look. That’s all she apparently needs to do to bring me to my knees. “Although, you’re ten times sexier than he is. Plus, you make the most amazing cupcakes. And cakes. And oh, I love your chocolate chip peanut butter cookies.”