The Gritty Truth (The Whiskeys Dark Knights at Peaceful Harbor #7) - Melissa Foster Page 0,83
babe. You can talk about my past with anyone.” He pressed his lips to hers, soothing her worries.
Kennedy yelled, “Miss Woni, dance with us!”
“IdancewifBooful!” Lincoln wriggled out of Penny’s arms, making a beeline for Roni.
Quincy squeezed her hand and said, “Looks like we have a dance party to join.”
Chapter Sixteen
QUINCY LOOKED UP from the apples he was slicing Thanksgiving morning to watch Roni swaying to the beat of “Cornelia Street” streaming from her phone as she mixed ingredients for the apple pies they were making. How had this become his life? Sharing his time with this incredible woman? Going to sleep with her in his arms and waking to her sleepy snuggles and insatiable kisses? Sometimes he caught himself hoping the other shoe wouldn’t drop, but in the next breath she’d say or do something intimate or adorable, and he’d remember that shoes didn’t fall randomly from the sky. He was in control of those shoes, and they were remaining firmly on the ground.
“I feel you looking at me,” she said with her back to him, still swaying to the music. “I love it, but we need the apples so we can get the pies in the oven.”
Yeah, they were that in tune with each other. He went back to slicing the apples.
They’d stayed at her apartment last night so she would have all of her grandmother’s baking utensils. They’d slept in, but as soon as her eyes had opened, she’d been so excited to make her grandmother’s famous apple pie, she’d snagged her sexy glasses, thrown on baggy sweatpants and a black tank top with DANCE HAIR DON’T CARE written across the chest, and dragged his ass out of bed. He’d tried to entice her into making love, but she was a bundle of nervous energy. While she was thrilled to be included in the Whiskey’s holiday celebration, she wanted to make sure the pies were just right. Come on! she’d urged, giving him his sweatpants, then tugging him out of bed by the hand. It’ll be fun, and I promise to make it up to you once we know the pies are perfect! She was so damn cute, there was no place he’d rather be than right there with her in the kitchen, soaking up all her sunshine.
“Hey, babe, is it bad that I can’t stop thinking about the movie American Pie?” he asked.
“What movie? I don’t think I’ve seen that one.”
“American Pie. The scene where his friends tell him that uh, you know, feels like warm apple pie.”
She turned with a wooden spoon in one hand, her nose wrinkled in confusion. “What feels like apple pie?”
“You’ve seriously never heard about this scene?”
“Guess not, sorry.” She shrugged and went back to mixing. “What’s so great about it?”
“Baby, you will never look at apple pie the same again.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “I doubt that.”
“Okay, beautiful. It’s your appetite.” He chuckled and said, “The main character is played by Jason Biggs. He’s in high school, and he asks his buddies what it feels like to get to third base with a girl. They tell him it feels like warm apple pie. Then he comes home, and there’s fresh apple pie on the counter.”
She turned around, eyes wide. “He didn’t.”
“Oh yes, he did, and not just with his fingers.”
“No!” She laughed and made a grossed-out face. “Ew!” She put her hand on her hip, sassily arching her brow, and said, “So? Does it?”
“What?”
“Does it feel like warm apple pie?”
“How would I know? I’ve never fucked a pie.” He laughed and pulled her into his arms, crushing his lips to hers. “We’re watching that movie together this weekend.”
“Fine, but you’re not putting your you know what in my pies.”
“Baby, nothing could possibly feel as good as being buried deep inside you.” He took her in a moan-inducing kiss and then smacked her ass as she went back to making their perfect pies.
“Time for the secret ingredient,” she said coyly.
“What’s Gram’s secret?”
She glanced over her shoulder and said, “I can’t tell you that. It wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
He wound his arms around her from behind, sliding his hands up her shirt, fondling her breasts, loving the appreciative noises she made. “Maybe I can pleasure it out of you.”
“Uh-huh,” she said breathily.
He sank his teeth into the curve where her shoulder met her neck, sucking gently. She writhed against him, reaching behind her to hold on to him.