Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,69
know,” he says and glances at the clock. “Benny’s sells amazing baked goods. We could get a cake, toss away the package and pretend you made it.”
I chuckle as his cock thickens against my body, and deep between my legs I grow needy. “I could never do something like that. Besides, we’ve all eaten Benny’s sweets.” I snap my fingers. “They’d know in a heartbeat it wasn’t mine.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not, but it would free up some time and I could bend you over this counter and put my cock in you,” he says, pushing my hair from my shoulders so he can place hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot on my neck. While I love that idea as much as I love how Tyler seems to have made it his mission to discover all my likes and dislikes, and in the process, teach me more about myself, about who I really am, I’m not a girl to pass someone’s cake off as my own. I don’t think Tyler would do that either.
“Tyler, you’re making this hard,” I say, my body warm and wanting, and craving all he’s offering.
“Hard being the key word here, Haven.” His big fingers bite into my hips as he bangs his thick cock against my sex.
I steal a glance at the clock. “What if we’re fast?” I say, my brain shutting down as need rushes through me. I spent all week on the set with him close, watching him as he worked through a fight scene with my leading man, and the supporting actor, Zander, who fights with Jonah. He was shirtless for the most part, his skin glistening under the summer sun, and it was all I could do to keep my mind on my lines. Fortunately, there have been no more threatening letters.
“If you want to keep mixing, I can do all the work,” he says.
He turns me toward the counter, and nestles in behind me. His big hands slip under my T-shirt and cup my breasts. I arch into his touch. “I’m…not sure that’s possible.”
“Sure it is,” he says. “Just keep stirring, I’ll just be back here having my way with you.”
I grab the wooden spoon as he unhooks my bra. “Is this even sanitary?” I say with a laugh, even though I don’t really care. Maybe I will buy something at Benny’s. Honest to God, I’m insatiable around Tyler. I want everything he has to give.
Everything he’s not willing to give.
I shut down that thought as he chuckles against my neck and the sound vibrates all the way to my sex. His mouth leaves my flesh as he drops to his knees and the next thing I know, he’s dragging my pants down my legs. I lift my legs to help him out, and a fine shiver goes through me when his hot breath curls around my thighs.
His rough hands slide up my legs, parting them a little. He reaches my outer thighs, and slides his hands inward until they’re inches from my aching clit.
“How’s the cake coming?”
“Not,” I say. The only thing that’s going to be coming is me. I try to stir, try to read the instructions, but they blur before my eyes as arousal grips me hard. “Ty,” I murmurer as he shifts between my legs, his back to the counter, his mouth on my sex. Holy hot. I glance down, and move my hips to rub my sex against his face. He growls and I swear to God, I have never done anything hotter.
He slides his tongue along the length of me, and my legs tremble. I try to concentrate on the cake, toss a bit of baking powder in. Damn was that the right amount? I really don’t know, but how’s a girl to bake when a man is gifting her with his tongue, doing magic between her legs like it was his God-given mission in life?
I groan and he inserts a finger as he takes my clit between his teeth, nibbling until pain and pleasure mingle—until the four walls close in on me, nothing mattering but this man between my legs and what he’s doing to both my body and my heart.
He works his thick finger inside me, and I toss the bowl to the side and claw at the counter. My breathing grows rough, heavy pants that sends the flour on the counter into the air.
“Tyler,” I cry out, the dual pleasure centered between my legs taking me higher and higher.