Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,71

I was fast, and can run to the store to get you more.”

His cock slides from my body, and he exhales sharply. “Stay put.”

“Can’t move anyway.” I take a deep breath, and realize I must look a mess with flour in my hair and on my face. Don’t even get me started on my clothes. I chuckle, because I really don’t care. My world is so superficial, and one always has to look their best or risk the worst pictures ever landing on the front page. With Ty, I can be dressed in a sack, with food all over my face and he’d still want me. Is that because he’s a guy, or because he might see this, us as something more. “Rubber knees,” I add.

He gives my backside a little squeeze and his laugh curls around me as he dashes to the bathroom. He comes back with a cloth to wash me up, and the gesture tugs at my heart, far too tightly. I cough to hide the mess of emotions pinging around inside me. Tyler finishes cleaning me, and slowly lifts me until I’m standing upright. He has a huge smile on his face as he spins me to face him.

“My God, Haven, you are gorgeous,” he says as he smooths down my hair and brushes the flour from my face. I smile up at him as he grabs my panties and hands them to me. I tug them on, and shimmy into my pants, and stand back as he zippers himself back up.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I think you might need to get out of these clothes.”

“So soon?” I tease, as I glance downward to take in his cock. “Or do you need a minute?”

“Funny girl.” His eyes narrow in on me as he places his hands on my face. “I kind of feel bad for distracting you.” He glances at the mess on the counter. “You really wanted to make a homemade dessert and I think we blew it.”

“I didn’t blow anything,” I say with a chuckle, suddenly giddy again. He laughs and I put my hand on his chest, loving his strong heartbeat beneath my palm. “I think we can still do this, though.” I wink at him. “You know, since you were fast and all.”

“Hey, don’t go spreading that around town. Reputation, remember.”

“You don’t want the girls to think you’re fast?” The sudden thoughts of him with other girls doesn’t sit well with me, but he can sleep with whoever he wants. Sure, we’re doing the monogamous thing while I’m here, but then he’s free to bed whomever he wants, and judging from the girls who stare at him, he could keep his bed warm with a different woman for a month straight.

He wraps his arms around me, and drops a tender kiss onto my mouth. So tender, it feels like this is about a whole lot more than sex. “No, and I’m not normally that fast. It’s your fault.”

“Oh, you’re blaming your insufficiencies on me now, are you?”

“Insufficiencies?”

I laugh. “Kidding. Let’s check the eggs, maybe two survived.”

He holds me a moment longer, like he’s not ready to let go, then glances at the clock. “I can run to the store if they’re not. It’s the least I can do.” He gives me a sheepish look, and I put my hand on his face.

“The least,” I tease.

He steps away and crouches. Strong hands that just pleasured me thoroughly sort through the broken shells. “Three survived, somehow.”

“Perfect,” I say and turn the tap on to wash my hands.

“I’ll get this mess cleaned up if you want to keep going.” He grabs paper towels and begins soaking up the eggs.

I pick up the plastic bowl. “I have to start over. I don’t think I put the right amouth of baking powder in. I was kind of distracted, in the best possible way, of course.”

“We can still do Benny’s.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve been invited to barbecues?”

“A lot.”

“No. Never. It’s always fancy cocktails and fancy dinners at fancy restaurants.”

“Ah, sorry you have to slum it here.”

I laugh. “Are you kidding me? I love it, which is why I want to be a good guest and bring something special. Maybe I’ll get invited back.”

“I’m sure you will.”

He goes to work on cleaning the eggs, and I dump the bowl of flour and start again. As he cleans, I glance at him. I hadn’t meant to grow close to him, and I probably shouldn’t get in any