I arch to meet him with every thrust, my body on edge as he fucks me harder. "Oh God, I missed you being inside me."
"Tell me you missed me coming inside you, Lily. Tell me you missed the feeling of me filling up this sweet *. Because I need to feel you come on my cock."
"Killian," I moan. "Yes."
Thrust.
"Yes."
Thrust.
"I missed feeling your cock inside me."
"I missed feeling your * tighten, hearing you scream my name. I missed letting go of every last drop inside y–"
"Killian!" I don't say his name, I scream it loud and long as his filthy words send me hurtling over the edge. His hands on my ass, he pulls me tight as he fucks me faster, his finger pushing against my asshole and sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through me.
He comes hard, thrusting into me with a long groan, and warmth floods me as he lets go inside me, filling me up with his cum. After, I hang onto him, my forehead against his chest, the bakery quiet except for the sounds of our breathing.
Then Killian's chest starts shaking, sending vibrations rippling down my body. When I look up, he's laughing.
"What?" I ask.
"What's a guy have to do to get a damn iced coffee around here, anyway?"
I slap him hard on the arm.
45
Killian
A year later
"Hurry, Killian!" Chloe whispers. "I heard her car! Hide it, hide it!"
I squeeze red frosting out of the bag that Lily always uses to get the frosting on the cupcakes in these perfect little swirls. This doesn't remotely look like her handiwork. Glancing through the cabin window that overlooks the driveway, I see Lily opening her car door. "How does it look?"
Chloe looks back and forth between me and the cupcakes, her face screwed up into a grimace. "Not so good."
"Oh, yeah? We'll tell her you decorated them, then."
"No, way, Killian!"
"You're telling me these are so bad that you don't even want to take credit for them?" I ask, sliding the tray into the fridge to hide them.
"Mine wouldn't be red. They'd have glitter on them, too."
"Red velvet is her favorite. The red frosting goes with them."
Chloe cocks her head to the side when she looks at me. "The ones at the bakery have white frosting. Cream cheese."
"Hey now, I was trying something different!" I protest, just as Lily comes to the door. "Okay, look innocent."
Chloe adopts an expression that looks guiltier than sin, crossing her arms over her chest and humming while looking around the room as she stands on her stepstool by the kitchen island. I have to stifle a laugh.
The front door closes and Lily pauses inside the entrance to the kitchen, sighing loudly. "What a week. I'm so glad it's Saturday. Can we Why are you two standing there like that?"
"Like what?" I ask innocently.
"Staring at me like you just broke my favorite dish and glued the pieces back together."
"I didn't break anything!" Chloe squeals.
Lily narrows her eyes. "I told you, no birthday surprises."
"But it's your birthday!" Chloe yells, running up to her mother and wrapping her arms around her waist. The kid has gotten so damn tall over the past year, I swear that by the time she's ten, she's going to be as tall as Lily. She's also the spitting image of her mother, especially when they're standing side by side.
Lily kisses the top of Chloe's head. "I know. And if I have no birthday parties, I'll stay my very young age of twenty-nine forever. Just like I have every other year."
"You have to have a birthday cake!" Chloe squeals. "Or cupcakes."
I give Chloe my best don’t-spill-the-secret glare.
"Have you been eating cupcakes? You're bouncing off the walls."
"Nope, nope, nope!"
"Don't look at me," I protest, my hands raised. "You know I took her to soccer practice this morning. I wish I had her energy."
Chloe bounces – literally, she hops across the room – to the island and grabs an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. "Don't forget what else we did!"
"Chloe…" I warn.
"We went fishing. And I caught two trout! Killian only caught one and it was small."
"Yeah?" Lily asks. "You're getting good."
"I know. Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving!" Chloe munches on her apple.
"Out of the kitchen, kid. Both of you." I wave them out. "Go bug your mom for a while so I can make dinner."
I listen to their voices from the living room as Chloe tells her mother about soccer practice this morning and how Jordan doesn't like Celia because Celia scored a goal and told Jordan to "suck it – can you believe that? She actually said that. That's really bad, mom!" I already got the full play-by-play of the soccer drama on the way back to the cabin after practice.