Cupcakes and Christmas - R.J. Scott Page 0,71

he couldn’t form words at all.

I pulled my fingers out when he stiffened, wanting to be inside him before his orgasm hit him, and pinched the base of his cock, my name a curse on his lips. Then I was between his legs, pressing his thighs apart and pushing inside slowly, waiting for Brody to let me in. I could imagine the burn, the pressure, and then I pushed forward and swallowed his low moan with an awkward messy kiss. I set an agonizingly slow rhythm for me, and even though I was trying to control this, Brody was cursing and gripping me, with his cock trapped between us, and his hand wrapped around himself. Our eyes were locked on each other, and he was close. I needed to tell him that he was gorgeous and sexy, and that I wanted every inch of him, but I was fooling myself if I thought I had any control at all.

“I’m coming,” he said, moving his hand on his cock as much as he was able and then arching up, neck stretched taught and his mouth open in a silent howl.

I was so close, and the way he stiffened was enough to push me over the edge. With no rational thought but the intense tightness of Brody’s body pulling me along, I fucked into him and stared down at him as my orgasm ripped through me.

We stayed very still, only exchanging soft kisses. I didn’t want to be the first to move and break the intensity of what we’d just done, but I had to be. When I could, I pulled out, cleaned us up, pulled up the covers, encouraging him to come under, and we snuggled. I expected awkwardness, or reservation, or both of us not knowing what to say next, but even as I planned how I was going to tell him that he was changing my life, he was the one to talk first.

“Sex is like baking you know,” he said, yawning into my neck.

“How so?” I had my theories as to how he was going to explain this, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Magic.”

“Okaaaay?”

“No stay with me.” He snuggled closer. “It’s something magical that takes two ordinary people, mixes them all up and makes something new and wonderful. Like eggs and butter, sugar and flour. Voilà, a cupcake is born.” He yawned again. “I’m not making any sense am I?”

“Nah, it makes perfect sense.”

“You’re like soft silk buttercream over a fudge cupcake,” he said sleepily.

“And you’re like a chocolate-dipped strawberry,” I teased, but he was already asleep.

To be honest, I didn’t last much longer and wrapped as close as we could be, we slept.

Wedding cupcakes went as I expected, Brody took the win by a country mile, his delicate chocolate work, all in white, was stunning. I don’t know how the hell I did it, but I took a second, with a smiling Clare coming third.

Of course, off camera, she scowled and sent me a stare that could kill a man at six paces. I ignored her because we had the blind bake next, and because I was still on a high from last night.

Brody and I woke up this morning when both alarms went off at the same time, shared a lazy shower, and then he’d gone back to his room to dress for today. We walked to the venue hand in hand, swinging them like kids, and an enormous joy lived inside me that I had this right now. The sky seemed bluer, the snow more pristine, and the ice puffs of our mingled breath as we stole kisses was utterly perfect. This must be what it’s like to open your heart and make love instead of just getting off and having sex because it was all rainbows and smiles, and if I wasn’t careful, I could become addicted to this.

And why was that a bad thing? Because I lived in New York City, and he lived in Corning? That wasn’t a barrier, after all, I didn’t need to live in the city all the time. The parties I attended and the events I was featured at were on specific nights, so I could just travel to New York when I needed to. It wasn’t inconceivable. I could meet Brody’s family, learn all about him, and not just from what I saw but from what other people thought of him. I already knew he was a twin, and that he was a good brother