Cupcakes and Christmas - R.J. Scott Page 0,61

the bait.

“Why is it okay?”

“If they only take the beautiful ones, then you’ll be fine.” I went deeper into the hot water before he could give me a comeback, and I only knew he followed me in when he tackled me from behind and gripped me like a monkey.

“Asshole,” he muttered in my ear, and I snorted a laugh then extricated myself and turned to face him. We were hidden from the rest of the swimmers in the wisps of steam that rose above us, but I wasn’t ready for a PDA that could be innocently walked into. I tugged him along until we were around a stony corner, out of sight, and hidden in the steam, and then I cradled his face.

“You are beautiful,” I said gently, and he placed his hands on my hips.

“Thank you,” he said and then bit his lip and shook his head sadly. “Shame I have to put up with your ugly.”

He kissed me as I spluttered, but I got away, splashed him, twisted around him, and by the time we were done fighting we were kissing, and I was melting into his hold. As we left the pool, hand in hand, he tugged me to a stop.

“You’re so beautiful that it makes my head spin.”

And I was done.

Chapter Seventeen

Nobody likes a soggy bottom

Justin

We made it back to my suite just in time because sucking each other off in the elevator was way too dangerous. We were on each other as soon as the door shut, him falling to his knees but me deciding I wanted to taste him as he tasted me. The awkward sixty-nine was messy, uncoordinated but so freaking sexy that I barely lasted long enough to get him off properly. Laughing and smiling like idiots, we ended up in the shower, passed the time in there kissing deeply and whispering sexy nothings then sat on the bed wrapped in towels. He pulled his T-shirt back on, and even though I protested, he yanked it down and held it in place. Why he wanted to hide himself I don’t know but given my lack of experience in this whole liaison situation, maybe that was etiquette I’d missed.

I couldn’t move, and when he fell back to lay next to me, I grasped his hand.

“I need to go back to my room,” he said quietly, although he yawned as he spoke and then closed his eyes.

“I want you to stay,” I said after a moment, but he was asleep, so he’d be staying for a while, and I called it a win.

I woke up from a dream where Cupcake Land was an actual thing, and I was Lord Lemon of Chiffon, and it was my wedding day. The man I was marrying was less certain in my fevered vision, given he was made of choux pastry and was a little more than a pale pink blur of icing, but when I opened my eyes, I was smiling so hard my mouth hurt.

For a few moments, I desperately tried to hold on to that beautiful feeling of cotton candy peace, but it soon faded, and I rolled over, coming face to face with a sleeping Brody. We’d fooled around, mutual blowjobs, a bit of talking, but mostly the two of us were exhausted.

The last thing he said was that he needed to move and go back to his room, but clearly we’d both fallen asleep before leaving the room had happened. He was sprawled on top of the covers, naked beside the T-shirt that had worked its way up his body. Fearing he’d wake and find me staring at him, I tried not to make it obvious I was looking at all. Half-closing my eyes I spent the longest time looking at his face, go figure. All that sexy gorgeousness and naked sex, and I was looking at his face. I rolled off the bed as carefully as I could, used the bathroom, quickly brushed my teeth—just in case—then padded back to the bed, but he’d slept through the whole thing.

He was so peaceful in sleep, but it wasn’t only in sleep that he was like this. All I could think was how centered he was and how could I find a piece of that? He moved his head, and I held my breath, but his breathing was even, so I got more of a chance to just look at him. He had strong arms but then as a baker, the arms got a