To His Heart’s Desire (manxman) Valentine’s Short Story

Taylor Dubois is a sweet little thing, cute as a button and a real people person. He is a dutiful Grandson who went into business with his maternal Grandparents and kept himself busy by modernizing their Café and Bakery in their little corner of the city.  Je t’aime Café was one of the oldest of the Small Businesses on Cameron Ave. Over the years the Café not only offered the most mouthwatering pastry and baked goods, they also served lunches to locals, and their aromatic coffee creations rivaled the Mega Chain Stores. They have also gone on the World Wide Web offering their Wedding cake services and made to order specialty cakes and pastries.

Then one day a pixie like young woman came into the shop and inquired about their Wedding cakes and she brought her surly big brother, Evan Stone with her. Taylor took one look at the mountain of a man and felt the immediate jab of Cupid’s arrow as it pierced his fluttering heart. Evan was the same piece of eye candy that owned the Motorcycle Shop almost directly across the street from the Café, and the same man Taylor has spent countless hours watching for with his nose pressed up against the bakery’s front glass. Now having met the man in person, Taylor quickly realizes that if he wants to get the sex god to finally notice him, he was going to have his work cut out for him. He was going to find a way to convince the big jaded man that there was something out there called Love and that it truly exists on this mortal plane. Read Evan and Taylor’s love story and come to see how Evan comes to find his heart’s content.  

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Also please be advised that any translations you see from english to french and vice versa are from google translator. Sorry to say I do not speak French but I think the language it sexy as hell.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

  (My vision of what Taylor would look like..the gorgeous Adam Gregory—>)

Taylor

“Taylor, Taylor… Mon Cherie , where are you?” I heard my Grandmother’s sweet little voice calling me but I just need to add one more command to this program and viola, all of the payroll taxes will be calibrated automatically so our employees can file their yearly taxes with a peace of mind.

 “Coming Grand-mere,” I called out to her so that she wouldn’t think I was ignoring her. I set the last of the instructions on the program and pressed save before I got up and dashed up the little hallway leading into the kitchen with its industrial ovens and cook tops. The closer I got to it was the warmer I got. I was glad that the back door was open and the huge fans were circulating the brisk January air throughout the heated kitchen.

 I looked around the kitchen but I didn’t see her amongst the two chefs or the wait staff bustling around getting ready to the lunch time crunch. Breakfast was over about an hour ago and between the pastries and donuts that the business offered and the actual patrons that had the time to sit and eat, it was gearing up to be a very lucrative day.

 As I was passing by one of the Chefs, a pretty little thing and my best friend Caitlin, she quickly popped a scrumptious piece of Éclair au Chocolat in my mouth and I had to stop and close my eyes to savor the decadent milk chocolate nestled in a fluffy shell of puff pastry.

 “Perfection.” I complimented her and watched her blush and giggle before setting off to find my Grand-mere.

 I tried my best not indulge because it would be hazardous to my sexy little body. And let me tell you working here was a real test to my will power. I grew up with chefs. That meant that I have a healthy appetite and I have eaten very well over the years. Nope, there was no fast food in our house, I could promise you that.

 I made into the dining room and I patted my Grand-pere on his shoulder as I walked past him sitting at one of the tables sampling the soups that were to be served on this afternoons’ lunch menu. He looked up and smiled fondly at me before going back to what he was doing and his conversation with one of the chefs.

 I was elated that they didn’t have to work so hard anymore, that they didn’t have to be on their feet for more than sixteen hours a day like they did when they first started out. We have a very competent staff of chefs, pastry chefs, and servers. Most of them trained or began their training right here by my grandparents before going off to culinary school. Caitlin was currently in school but she had afternoon classes and she perfected her skill her as a pastry chef in training from the early hours of the morning until about noon time.

 I rounded the corner of the display case and I finally found my Grand-mere standing at the counter slicing a decadent Chocolate cake into serving slices. I leaned over and kissed her on her delicate cheek and I quickly inhaled her comforting scent. Roses, I will always equate the scent of those exquisite flowers to her. She was like a Rose, completely gorgeous but her thorns were prominent if you ever crossed her or anyone that she cared for.

 “I am at your service Mademoiselle. ” I stated as I gave her an elegant bow worthy of the royalty that she was. She was indeed my Queen.

 “ Un si bon garcon. ” She said (such a good boy) in French, then she reverted back to English. “I have an appointment this afternoon, a consultation for a Wedding Cake, but unfortunately I double booked myself and I can’t get another reschedule of my yearly mammogram, so I need for you to handle it for me, my sweet boy.”

 I took the heavy cake from her and carefully placed it in the refrigerated display case. ‘Of course, my one true love, anything for you.” I said and she giggled before gracing me with a kiss on the cheek. She rattled off the information and the time the prospective Bride was to arrive and I made a mental note to have the little room we used for just these purposes set up with samples and refreshments. So I left my Grand-mere to oversee the front counter while I went to check to see what selections we had on hand to offer the upcoming Bride.

 

Evan

“Evan, will you come on and stop dawdling. You are going to make me late for my appointment at the bakery.” I heard Ellie nagging from the front of my shop. Damn, why did she insist that I had to go to this damn consultation for a flipping Wedding Cake? I was already footing that flipping bill for the froufrou event from hell she called her wedding to that little yuppie Banker or whatever.

 “Evan…Come on!” Ellie’s voice grated on the last little bit of nerve I had left. But she was my baby sister and I practically raised since the old man did us all a favor and upped and left chasing his one true love, the cheating whore that was, unfortunately for us, our Mother.

 I slammed my laptop closed and marched my way out the front display room of my bike shop where she was busy putting little potted plants all over the counters. I rolled my eyes at her attempt to make my bike shop frou frou and gentle. “Why the hell are you dragging me along to pick out a flipping wedding cake of all things? Don’t you have your flighty giggling gaggle of friends for that?” I barked at her.

 “Aww Evan, don’t be like that, I want it to be a family affair.” She batted her big blue eyes at me and I tried to resist, I really did, but as usual the spoiled brat got her way. Never mind that I am the one that has spoiled her atrociously.

 “Fine, let’s get this over with. I have a business to run.” I snapped and stomped towards the front door of my bike shop. She squealed and picked up her oversized purse and skipped towards me.

 I just shook my head as her little hands attempted to wrap around my wrist, which was probably the same circumference as her dainty little waist. Elle literally dragged me across the street and I groaned silently in my chest at the bakery she was leading me to. All the delicate decorations and just ugh….I really didn’t want to go in there, not for the purpose I was being hauled off for.

 Don’t get me wrong, I am glad Elle had found her someone special. I didn’t want to burst her bubble and make her into a jaded cynic like me; she deserved her fairytale even if I truly didn’t believe in this whole love and happily ever after bullshit. Love, to me is like cancer; it eats you alive and ultimately kills you in the end.

 Elle was too little when it happened to our father. And the asshole even abandoned them chasing, “the love of his life,” our mother, who obviously had moved on to greener pastures when the opportunity presented itself. She had left without a qualm, leaving a husband and her own children behind to chase this so called Love in the form of a fancy banker guy. That’s why I vowed to never love someone or let anyone other than Elle love me.

 All I know was that this man, Kevin better treat Elle right or she was going to become a widow at an early age. She still believed in love at first sight and in soul mates and the like. Whatever, but I had promised to give her the Cinderella wedding she wanted. But what I didn’t expect was for her to try and include me in the shit. Damn it.

 Elle happily pulled the door to the bakery open and I must admit that the scents that assaulted my senses upon stepping through the door made my mouth water. The glass display cases were packed with all kinds of treats that were dangerous territory for my sweet tooth.

 She continued to drag me towards the counter and when she came to a stop a cute young girl wearing a white apron over clothes greeted us. Elle announced her name and told the girl we were here for a cake consultation. I just stood there looking around the place while she talked and wondered if I could leave this place without buying half of the baked goods here.

 I was busy mentally devouring one of the mouth watering pastries in the display when I heard a sweetest little voice with just a hint of an accent greet Ellie and I immediately popped up to see who that voice belonged to.

 I looked up and saw the cutest little thing talking to Elle. He was small and delicate and almost unreal in his beauty. But, before I could stop myself or even think better of it, I wondered over to my babbling sister and the owner of that sweet voice. He was small and petite and very pretty. That mouth oh man, that mouth was the stuff that dreams were made of. I snapped to attention when Ellie said my name and I looked at her. She had an all knowing smirk on her face and she introduced me to the angel standing behind the counter. 

 I found it very interesting when a delicious flush spread across the expanse of his creamy skin, and he couldn’t quite meet my gaze. Yes, interesting, very interesting indeed. Maybe this trip was no going to me so boring after all.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Taylor…

( My vision of what Evan looks like, the smoking hot Rugby star and Model Stuart Reardon—––>)

Oh “Mon dieu” .. . (My God) the brother of the bride, Evan, was the sex God from the motorcycle shop across the street, and he and his heavy leather boots were currently clomping steadily on the polished wood flooring leading to the Wedding cake consultation area. How was I supposed to put on a presentation with this stud and his mesmerizing eyes watching my every move? The sister was chirping away like the little excited bird that she resembled. I heard a few muttered grunts and I willed a nervous smile when I opened the consultation room door and gallantly waved them inside.

Ellie fluttered past me still talking a mile a minute as if she didn’t need any oxygen to breathe. Evan sauntered by me at a steadier pace, and I had to bite my tongue and lock my knees in place to keep myself from liquefying to a molten pool of Taylor. How can a man smell like sin and heaven at the same time? I discreetly inhaled his intoxicating scent, drawing in the smell of leather and expensive cologne, all underlined with clean smell of bath soap. My mouth watered and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. But I somehow managed to gather my frayed nerves in order to step inside the room and closing door behind myself.

I loved this part of our Wedding cake presentations the best, the bride’s very first reaction to the life size models of the various cakes that we offered, although made of plastic and wax, they looked very realistic. I watched with an amused grin as Ellie’s eyes went wide as saucers, and then I had to hide my wince as she released a loud ear splitting screech before she grabbed her much larger brother by the elbow, and practically dragged him across the room towards the display tables. I let them move from table to table undisturbed. I tried my best to keep my focus on Ellie, trying to pick up on her preferences before she voiced them. But her delectable brother proved to be a strong distraction.

When they made a full circuit around the room and turned towards me, which was my cue to step in and begin to let them sample the different flavors of cake, and combinations of cakes with icings. The consultation would be complete after this step, if the bride decided on the style and combination of flavors she wanted for her specially made cake. I was antsy for this meeting to be over, every time my eyes found Evan’s, I found those unnerving intense orbs focused solely on me, and I had to literally bite my tongue in order not react. When all I wanted to do was climb that big strong deliciously muscled body and have him ravish me like a virgin maiden sacrifice.  I had to squeeze my thighs together and breathe out through my nose in order to calm the raging hard on pulsing behind the zipper of my slacks. I was so happy that I was sitting on the complete opposite side of the table from the beautiful siblings.

I had to get it together, I mentally boosted myself up as I removed the silver dome from the elaborate tray containing the different cakes and icing combinations, there were also plain unfrosted cake and icing on the side, just in case she wanted to create her own flavor. The fat file folder containing combinations that were not in front of her but also available if she so preferred. Ellie started gushing about how impressed she was as I opened her file and jotted down what part of the experience she was the fondest of. I avoided eye contact with her brother the best I could as I started to explain the tasting portion of the consultation. I was happy when one of the chefs brought in the tray of iced sherbet that is used to cleanse the palate in between samples of the baked goods. We wanted them to experience each flavor separately for the best results in the pairing of cake to icing for the bride.

I thanked Javier as he laid the tray down with a flourish and bowed to Ellie causing her to giggle and shyly blush. Evan just rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, but you could see the slight upturning of those lush lips as he humored her. You could tell that he would do absolutely anything for his sister and that she was the apple of his eye. You would never have guessed he had a soft spot unless you saw how indulgent and soft the big tattooed biker was when with his dainty almost waif like sister.

Once I had everything in order, the tasting began and that was a different kind of torture as it turned out for me. Because watching Evan as he sampled the delicate cakes and licked the creamy icings from those luscious lips almost had me panting with need. And I had a feeling that the sexy bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me. I couldn’t help the flush of heat that spread across my features when he stuck a fat finger into his mouth and slowly sucked it before sliding it out again all under the guise of licking off crumbs. “ S’il vous plait quelqu’un me tuer maintenant!”… (Someone please kill me now)

By the time Ellie had the numerous samples scaled down to two, I was almost a nervous wreck. She got up and made her way back to the display area to study the three different styles she had selected and left me alone at the table with sinfully sexy brother. God, I knew I should have followed her, but I didn’t want to hover or make her feel pressured to make a decision. She had already confirmed that she would definitely be using our services for her cake.

Evan chose that precise moment to scoot over so that he was seated right next to me and I willed myself to remain calm and silently reminded myself to breathe normally.

“I want you.” He bluntly professed, and I could feel my jaw as it hit the ground.

I knew I gave him the perfect impersonation of a fish, as I sat the there with my mouth open and closing without a single sound squeaking past my shocked throat. Evan stopped my gaping antics by putting a solid finger over my lips to stop the movement as well as to silence anything that I may have worked up the nerve to say. My eyes flew to his sister who was still absorbed with the cakes on the display tables, so they turned back to his smoldering gaze.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, baby. You are gorgeous and I want you in my bed writhing underneath me as I fuck you senseless. I don’t do poetry, or pretty words. I know you are gay or you wouldn’t be blushing so prettily for me when I sucked off my finger like I want to suck your cock. If you want me, I am offering, that’s all. You decide bright eyes.” He said and then to shock me even more and further melted the little synapses I had left. He leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue across my bottom lip. “Hmm…Just as I thought, sweeter than anything in this house of confections.” He purred in my ear before leaning back and giving me a saucy wink before heaving his muscular frame out of the chair to join his sister across the room.

 Dazed and confused, I looked down to make sure that I didn’t come on myself in my pants, and I let out a deep sigh of relief that my slacks and underwear were nice and dry, but my cock felt like it was going to fall off, it was so hard. Jesus Christ, that man should come with a warning sign. “ Ce que je vais faire?… (What Am I going to do?)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

  Taylor…

  (Evan’s House—––>)

“Taylor!” Mon Cherie”… (my dear), where is your head today?” My grandmother’s slightly raised voice penetrated my befuddled brain. I gave myself a mental shake and composed my features into an easy smile and turned around to face her.

 “Sorry Grand-mere… (Grandmother), I do seem to be a bit scattered today. I will clean this up immediately.” I told her as she eyed me skeptically. I tried to act normally as I wiped up the mess I made with the extra frosting all over the prep counter. It’s been days and that man still had me flustered beyond the point of reason.

 “Something is the matter with you. What is it?” She inquired and I kept my eyes down and smiled.

 “Nothing, “ Mon Amour”… (My love). I guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night, no eating before bed you always told me.” I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders and tried for the innocent face. Little did she know that every time I closed my eyes a certain dark haired big biker filled my vision. He pushed himself into my unconscious mind and did deliciously naughty things to my body. I have been waking up the last few mornings covered in sweat and my own fluids. My heart would be pounding away a mile a minute and my mind would be frazzled from the erotic images.

 I snapped back to reality and leaned over to kiss her fragrant cheek before hurrying into the back office. I was off for the remainder of the afternoon since, I had taken over her consult with Ellie for her. I just wanted to go home, maybe have a glass of something and do nothing for the rest of the evening. Evan’s number was burning a hole in my bag, but there was no way I was going to call the sexy beast. I don’t think my poor little heart could survive the likes of him. He was just too much. So intense and so blunt. So drop dead, and heart stopping sexy.

 The man had only said a few words and he gave me one lick across my bottom lip and I had sworn my cock was going to bust through the zipper of my pants. It would probably explode if I had the “ couilles”… (Balls) to go any further with him.

 After washing my hands and shedding the apron, I made sure to check if my “ grand-pere”…(grandfather) needed anything before I left for the afternoon. He waved me off and told me to go be young and free. I just smiled indulgently at him before kissing his cheek and throwing my messenger bag over my head. I waved at the two other chefs as I walked past them intent on getting home to either mentally curse or fantasize about the biker across the street.

 I stepped out of the cool atmosphere bakery and into the bright sunshine on the sidewalk. It was a lovely winter day and even for being late in the afternoon, the sun was still high in the sky showing the time was getting ready to change soon. The evenings were going to get a little longer and that is okay with me. At least the bone chilling cold climate was a thing of the past as spring was the cusp of making it’s appearance. 

 I released the alarm on my car when I was just steps away from the door. I heard a mighty rumbling noise and before I could turn my head to look; I yelped as a large arm wrapped around my waist, and I was literally lifted off my feet and placed to sit on a leather clad lap. My ass vibrated under the sheer power of the motorcycle’s throttling engine. I knew who had the temerity to do something like this and in broad daylight too. I didn’t have to look into his sinfully handsome face to identify that is was none other than Evan, my one and only torment in life.

 I watched him with my eyes round as saucers as he leaned over and I just gave up, there was absolutely nothing I could do but brace myself from the tingles that shot up and down my spine. He once again ran that deviant tongue of his across my lips before pulling back and purring in his deep cum inducing baritone. “Delicious as always, now tell me why you haven’t called me, gorgeous?”

 I didn’t even pretend not to know what he was talking about, to do so would be a waste of energy. Just like I didn’t try to stop his intimate little greeting, nor did I try to slide off his lap as the big bike underneath the both of us continued to rumble. What was the point? The man did and said whatever he wanted to anyway. At least he was up front and didn’t beat around the bush to make his point. But he still left me tongued tied as I just blinked at him as I tried to get my brain back online enough to come up with a plausible response.

 When I didn’t come up with one fast enough, the big man quickly spun me around slapped a helmet on my head and took off down the street before I could even draw a breath. I didn’t even have the mental capacity to wonder if I locked my car. But that was the least of my troubles right about now. I was being kidnapped by the one man that I didn’t mind carrying me off to wherever. The correct response should have been sheer panic. I didn’t know this man from Adam, and he was taking me to somewhere unknown without even getting my consent first. But I felt absolutely safe with him.

 His huge arms surrounded me and protected me from the elements, and he had taken off his own helmet and placed it on my head for my protection. I wasn’t scared in the least. What I was though, was horny as hell sitting in between his muscular thick splayed thighs. That broad rock solid chest was pressed firmly against my back and an impressive shaft was rubbing against my ass. I wondered if the man had a giant pet anaconda snake in his pants. No normal human male had something that long and that wide behind their zipper. I surely hoped he was hard because if that behemoth actually got any bigger than it felt it wasn’t meant to be inserted into a human being.

Evan turned a sharp corner and my hands went from the grasping the gas tank to his huge tree trunk thighs where I gripped my fists full of his leathers. I could feel the strength as those massive muscles as they shifted and flexed when he navigated the throttle in the big bike. “Mon Dieu”…(my God), I would love to see this man naked.   It wasn’t long before he pulled into an elegantly cobbled driveway of a huge and obviously expensive house. The land surrounding it had to be at least an acre with a surrounding wood land. It was simply beautiful. I let go of his pants when he kicked the stand down and again he lifted me from in front of him and placed me on the cobbled drive of what I assumed was his home.

 Evan swung his big frame from his bike and he towered over me. I had no clue how to react or what to say. Every cell in my body just wanted to submit to whatever this take charge man wanted to do to me, but the sensible part of my brain and my heart demanded more. I deserved to be more than just a one night stand or even a on  again off again fuck buddy. I wanted him, but I wanted him for more than just sex. My dilemma as I stood here staring at this God of a man was what would happen if I followed him into his house. Will I be strong enough to put my foot down and demand what I want, or will he make me forget myself and give in.  Evan looked down at me expectantly and I heaved a mighty sigh and followed him towards the front door of his home. “ Que dieu me donne la force”….(Lord give me strength)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Evan…

  (Evan’s motorcycle————>)

My balls tingled with anticipation and my mouth watered as I watched the little beauty step over the threshold of the entranceway and into my house. And I couldn’t help but feel like the spider that caught the fly, and I wore a big shit eating grin on my face. I watched his wide eyed scrutiny as he looked around the foyer of my home, and I couldn’t help myself as I stepped up right behind him and walked him over and pinned him to the nearest wall right there in my front hall. I made sure to grind my hips against his fit rounded ass so that he could feel just how much he affected me.

 His released surprised little gasp and a delicious pink tint crept up his neck just made my mouth water even more. I bent my head needing a shot of his unique flavor like I needed my next breath, and I licked him letting my tongue taste the sweetness of his blushing skin. I used our entwined fingers to spread his arms wide across the wall and one foot to tap his legs for him to open up and spread them wider for me. Taylor whimpered and the needy sound went straight to my straining cock. His much smaller body was spread eagled under mine up against the wall and damn, what I wouldn’t give to have him in this same position but with both of us being naked instead of fully clothed. My shaft pulsed and the smooth bulbous head wept copious amounts of precum in to my leathers as the mental picture presented itself in my mind. I could almost feel his naked warm back pressed against my equally naked pecs.

 My control was slowly fragmenting with every little gasp or mewl that escaped his pretty pink lips. This little sweet thing was just begging for a good toe curling pounding. And my dick was more than ready to give it to him. I was about to release his hands to strip him out of every bit of clothing he had covering his body. But he stopped me by pulling his hands from underneath mine and placed them flat on the wall to push back against me. I realized he wasn’t pushing back seeking more of my touch. He was pushing to get me to ease up off of him.

 I straightened up and stepped back away from his tempting slenderness. I am all for being straightforward and blunt with voicing and acting on my needs. But I would never force myself on anyone and I never will. And as much as my body called out to get inside of Taylor’s body by any means necessary and to be quick about it, I respected his wishes. Whatever they are, I can only hope that they involved me sinking into his tight heat at some point this evening. With an ass like that, there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to be tight and hot as hell as I sank myself deep inside of him. I heard him call my name and I snapped out of my pervy thoughts enough to look down and see his exasperated expression. It was like he had said something important that I totally missed while I was fantasizing about buying my willing cock into his lusciousness. I wanted to growl at him to let’s get on with the sexing, but from his expression, it seems like something was up with him.

 This would have been my cue to take him back from where I picked him up from and say thanks but no thanks. He had that look about him like we were getting ready to negotiate the beginning of something and all it really was about for me was getting a piece of his perfect ass. If it was good then maybe a repeat at another time in the future and if not, which I sincerely doubt. I would just say thanks it was a pleasure and move on. I don’t do relationships short or long term period. That was my modus operandi, so why did the mere thought of taking him back to the bakery and saying fair thee well had me feeling so bereft.

 “Um…Evan, I don’t think I can do this, not like this.” He whispered and I could feel my insides take a nosedive. I was really looking to get into Taylor, in a literal sense ever since I laid eyes on him. He is absolutely stunning, a dark haired beauty with hypnotic emerald eyes. They shimmered and mesmerized me to no end depending on his mood. And right now they were so blown with desire; one could barely make out the green and gold irises. I knew if I pushed just a little bit more I could have him writhing incoherently underneath me. But again I had to respect his wishes.

 Easing back a couple of feet to give him all the space he needed, I waved him through the foyer and into the hallway towards the kitchen. I should just take him back to the bakery and his car, but I was being honest with myself. I wanted him here and even if it wasn’t to get him naked and fuck him over every available surface in the house kind of company. I would listen to what he had to say and go from there. I was still resolute about my feelings towards a relationship and the crap feelings that came with them. I wasn’t looking for one, I didn’t want one, but damn. How was I going to explain that to Taylor and not have him not run as fast as he possibly could away from me thinking I was a total prick?

 Then as he took a seat on the island bar stool, I wondered if this was a good idea. I let him say his piece about not randomly sleeping around with people. I listened to his need to have something more, a connection, if not a true love match, before sharing his body with someone. Each word that passed his pouty lips had my dick go completely limp and my mind to shut off completely.

 He wanted the exact thing I was not looking for. He was a flipping romantic fully expecting romance, wining and dining, and for fuck’s sake, love. I stood there battling with my own feelings and my own demons when I noticed he stopped talking. I didn’t understand this empty feeling that wove itself around my heart, but I ignored it and did what I did best.

 “I see, well Taylor, my boy. You’re asking me for something I am not prepared to give. There is nothing wrong with casual hookups in my book. We want different things from each other and I am sorry but I was never meant to nor do I ever want to be in a relationship of any kind.” I replied and just quickly ripped the Band-Aid off the situation in one go. I felt like some kind of heel or something as I watched the expectant light diminish and finally die from those stunning green eyes.

 “Well there is nothing left to be said between us then because as much pleasure I am sure you can lavish on me and my body. I don’t do casual hookups. So can you please take me back to my car?” He whispered and I had to almost strain to hear his words and when they registered. I found I was reluctant to let him go. I immediately wanted to suggest getting dinner or something to get him to stay a little longer. But that would just be prolonging the now awkward situation.

 I nodded my head and led him back the way we came. The ride back to the parking lot of his pastry shop was not as exciting as the ride away from it. It was for the best, I kept telling myself as I felt the heat radiating off his fragrant skin on my back as his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. I felt like I owed him some kind of explanation about the way I viewed love and romance but then I would have to get into a deep conversation about my parents and their shitty ass relationship. No one other than Elle knew the history of those sorry excuses for human beings and I wanted it left that way.

 I pulled up to his car and I didn’t bother to cut the powerful engine of my Harley. Taylor gingerly climbed off the back of my bike and he pulled the helmet off his head and handed it to me. His eyes didn’t meet mine and he paused like he was going to say something but he thought better of it and just turned and unlocked his car. He got behind the wheel and he spared me one last desolate look before starting his engine and driving away.

 I sat there long after his tail lights had disappeared down the street. Fucking Hell, why did I feel like I just made a horrendous mistake in letting Taylor walk away from me? Damn, I was so confused. I opened the throttle and shot out of the parking lot. I needed a fucking drink.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Taylor…

(Evan’s Car———–>)

I tried my best to give my date a brilliant smile as he opened the car door for me, and gallantly offered his hand to assist me out of the car. It’s been 13 days, 14 hours, 26 minutes, and 53 seconds since I drove away and left Evan in the parking lot behind the bakery. He said he couldn’t give me what I was looking for, a committed relationship. And he just gave up like that…But I couldn’t be upset about it, I had made my point clear and now I have to stand by my decisions.

 But now here I am on a yet another meaningless date. Another desperate attempt to get that man out of my head. I sat down and let the waiter, with an elegant snap of his wrist, place my napkin in my lap before he took our beverage orders. I barely paid attention to  the pretentious dribble about the wine list that Doug, wait…No, his name is Dan….um…Dave, yeah, that people like Dave used when they want to sound like they are intelligent and well traveled. Whatever, it took all that I had to keep the polite smile on my face as I willed myself not to roll my eyes at the preening man.

 We made small talk and I evaded every one of his tired unoriginal techniques to get me to say that I wanted more from him, something more than what our plans originally called for this evening. No way was he even getting to first base, I was so tempted to just tell him to take me home, but my stubborn pride wouldn’t let me. Instead of working Evan and all his masterful delights out of my system, I found myself comparing every man I have managed to ensnare into a date. It would piss me off at first, and then I would find myself staring across the street at the front entrance to his showroom and shop praying just to catch just a glimpse of him.

  “Ce qui fait cet homme pour moi?” (What has this man done to me?) I thought as Dave continued to prattle on about himself, what looked to be his favorite subject.

Thank God we were on the last course of our meal so therefore this disastrous date was coming to a close. Finally, my loquacious companion stopped his verbal vomiting long enough for me to excuse myself to go to the powder room. And I tried to moderate my steps to make it look like I wasn’t running away from the tedious man. I pushed the door and stepped into the immaculate restroom and almost cried in relief to see that it was empty.

 I dropped my zipper and stepped up to the porcelain urinal and aimed for the bar of air freshener in the bottom of the drain and let go. I sighed as my full bladder emptied itself. I finished and I was just about to reach for the wipes that were so courteously provided for our personal hygiene when I was grabbed from behind and abruptly sealed against a massive chest. My shocked brain registered the unforgettable scent of leather and expensive cologne a second before I opened my mouth to scream.

 I was wrapped in his massive arms and crushed against his wide chest as Evan rubbed his nose through my hair breathing me deep into his lungs. A sinful needy whimper left my throat when I became aware of the steel pipe he called an erection pressed against my ass. I felt every inch of that strapping body pressed intimately against mine. The temperature of the room seemed to have sky rocketed as his lips glided down the side of my neck and back up again. He bit my earlobe and my hips took on a mind of their own and they rocked back into the cradle of his groin, silently offering what my voice could not.

 “You have ruined me, totally and irrefutably annihilated me. You casually walked into my life and made me question everything I know about myself….you make me need. You make me want to give you pretty words and bouquets of fucking flowers just to see you smile. Fuck!” He growled before he spun me around and smashed his lips to mine. I groaned and he swallowed the sound as he ravished my mouth. The next thing I knew he was gone just as suddenly as he appeared. I was left standing there trembling like a babe. It took me a few minutes to even realize that Evan had tucked me back into my slacks and zipped me up.

 Tentatively, I took a step on liquefied knees towards the sinks. I refused to look at my face as I washed my hands and ran my wet fingers through my hair. I didn’t even put up a fight, I just let the man take over without a single word of protest, but who the hell was I kidding. I would gladly walk into the realm of fire and brimstone just to have that man look at me. I reluctantly made my way back to the table not seeming to give a shit about the put out expression on whatever the hell his name was face.

 He stared at me for a minute or two before he got a nasty scowl on his face. He got up and threw his napkin on the table like a drama queen. I was almost shocked when he accused me of being a slut, and that I had been fucking around with someone in the toilet like a common tramp. And that was why it took me so long, and why my lips were now swollen.

 He was loud enough to make the other patrons turn their heads towards us and stare. I was about to get up and cuss his ass out when a fist came flying out of nowhere and connected with Dave’s jaw. It was almost like in the movies how he went flying backwards. People scattered away from their tables to get out of the way of the scuffling men. But there was no fight, because Dave remained sprawled on the floor completely out cold.

 Our waiter almost burst into a fit of giggles, he had spent the entire evening schooling his features from showing his disapproval of the man’s pompous and overbearing treatment towards me all throughout the meal. He cut his laughter short when his supervisor showed up and questioned what was going on, all the while glaring at Evan like he was some sort of criminal or something.

  You could tell that the manager was intimidated by the sheer size of Evan, but he still demanded to know what was going on, and before I could open my mouth to utter a word, my waiter babbled off a story that painted my date as the cause of all this commotion. He made Evan out to be the hero rushing in to save my damsel in distress, and I found myself nodding in agreement to the tale. I didn’t dare to look up into Evan’s face.

 The manager eyed Evan one last time before he huffed out a breath and apologized to us, and the other patrons involved in the scuffle. He declared our food for the evening was compliments of the house. That was all Evan had to hear, but he pulled out his wallet, and shoved what looked a stack of hundred dollar bills into the stunned little man’s and mumbled for the damage before hauling me out of the restaurant.

 Once outside I was hustled through the parking lot, and he stopped briefly only to open the passenger side door of an amazing shiny black Audi R8. He held the door for me and I dithered there for a minute. I was unsure if it was a wise decision to go with the one man that could make me lose all of my common sense with just one glance.

 “Please.” He whispered and the intensity of his gaze along with his soft plea turned my knees to jelly and my brain to mush. I literally fell back into the seat, and barely registered it when Evan leaned in to snap the seat belt over me before closing the car door. He walked around the hood of the vehicle and got behind the wheel, and then the powerful engine roared to life before purring as he backed out and we pulled off into the night.

 I didn’t pay attention to where we were going; I just knew that he wasn’t taking me to my house, so I figured we were going to his place. It wasn’t long before he pulled into his driveway and I let out a shaky breath as exited the car. He opened the door for me, and I reluctantly unsnapped the seat belt and placed my hand in his outstretched palm. And I instantly felt the tingling little electric shocks along my nerves endings making me even more hyper aware of the man.

 Like a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter, I held Evan’s hand as he led me into his home. This time I made it all the way into an elegant but comfortable sitting room. He let go of my hand and left me standing in the middle of the room as he pulled off the leather jacket and I let my gaze roam over him. And I noticed for the first time tonight that he was wearing dress clothes and not his routine ripped jeans and t-shirt.  I had no idea why he was in the restaurant this evening, but I am glad he was there.

 I continued to study his utter perfection; my hand flew to my chin to make absolutely sure that I wasn’t drooling. His tailored slacks fit him just right, hugging his delicious ass and those massive thighs just right. His shirt was pure white and it set off his tan beautifully, and it spread across and showcased those broad shoulders perfectly.

 “Taylor, I brought you here to try to follow your advice to take things slow, and get to know one another better. I can’t promise you a grand romance, but I can try to see where this attraction goes. But baby, if you keep looking at me like that…” He purred and left the sentence hanging leaving me to come up with the conclusion of what he meant.

 I nervously licked my dry lips and I guess that was it for his self control, because all of a sudden, I found myself straddling his muscular thighs with both of his hands buried in my hair as he held my head still, and plundered my mouth with his tantalizing tongue. I was instantly hard and my balls churned with anticipation and sheer unadulterated lust. Never have I experienced such an all consuming need and my body trembled with it. Soft mewls escaped my throat only to be devoured by the man sucking my very soul from my body through my mouth.

 My fingers dug into his thickly corded neck as I returned the kiss with fervor. My blood heated and my heart pounded away in my chest. My hips took on a will of their own as they grinded my almost painful erection against the well defined ridges of his rock hard abs. The impressive hard on underneath my ass only added to my excitement.

  Pourquoi? Dites-moi pourquoi vous êtes le seul à me faire vous sentir, de vouloir et vous avez envie de plus que quiconque … dites-moi s’il vous plaît, pourquoi? (Why? Tell me why you are the one to make me feel you, to want and crave you more than anyone else…please tell me, why?) I quietly pleaded against his seeking lips. The English language totally failed me as my mind melted into a haze of primal heat.

Evan only response was to rip my shirt from my body. “Fuck…I hope you weren’t cursing me baby…Because God damn that sounded hot” He murmured as his lips blazed a hot trail down the column of my neck. His moist tongue flicked my beaded nipple and my eyes rolled into back of my head. My fingers wound themselves into his lustrous thick hair.

“Mmm…” Was the only sound that escaped my panting lips? It felt so good being here with this man. But my mind was telling me to cool things down, but my body was urging me to move things along, and to do it quickly. I groaned as my body raged against my mind, and I knew I was done for, that I have just handed my heart over to this man when Evan made the decision for me.

 It was obvious he was a mere breath away from taking me, but he rested his forehead against mine and battled with himself for control. His cock throbbed under my ass, and his hands fisted against the small of my back. I was a quivering mass of nerves as he drew back and reached behind him for the throw blanket on the back of his sofa. He gently draped the material around my naked shoulders.

 “As much as I want to fuck you, to claim that luscious ass as mine, I can’t do it until we have the opportunity to talk. So please baby, try not to look at me like I am the one and only thing you want, because I am barely able to resist you as it is.” He quietly explained and pecked me on the tip of my nose.

 I could only manage to nod my head in acknowledgement to his words. I sat there in the cradle of this lap with my cock leaking a copious amount of pre-ejaculate in my shorts, my shaft was so hard, I felt like could hammer nails with it. So to distract myself from my physical discomfort, I asked him the first thing that popped into my mind. “Why are you so set against relationships and commitments?” And My eyes made contact with his wary gaze.

 He drew a deep breath and those awesome eyes closed and he rubbed his hands over his face. Then he started to tell me why he didn’t hold any value in this little emotion we called love and I felt my heart breaking for him. But I also felt my growing resolve and my determination to show him that there is such a thing called love, and that he was more than capable of giving and receiving it. Game on, I was going to love this man like he has never been loved before.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Evan…

(Evan’s surprise breakfast––––>)

After loaning him one of my shirts, I had taken Taylor home and came straight back to my house and took a cold shower. I shivered under the cold deluge of water as I recalled the topic we wound up discussing earlier in the evening.  By the time I had managed to get his enticing body off of my lap and I had made him a cup of coffee and I found myself pouring out the entire story of the dysfunctional mess that was my family. I told him about my whore of a mother who lent her favors out to all takers, and my father who refused to see her for what she was. When she thought she had found someone that was a  better catch than my dear old dad, I was pissed at how easily she had left Ellie and I behind and ran away with the traveling financial planner. It got even worse for me as our father sat there and turned himself into a raging alcoholic. He had turned around and blamed us for her leaving him and not wanting to share his life with him. He had finally blew town leaving  me,  just barely eighteen years old and  in charge of my 13 year old little sister, all for the chasing down the love of his life. A woman who couldn’t have stayed  faithful even if you had welded her legs shut.

All that verbal vomit just upchucked out of my mouth like I was in some sort of fucking confessional. I even told him about the one guy I had thought at the time was the one for me. That had turned out to be another painful lesson that those damned  three words didn’t mean shit. Dylan had hung around long enough to demand all of my time and attention. He had given me the ultimatum to  either put Ellie in some sort of boarding school or loose him forever. He reasoning was that our parents had left and I needed a life of my own and that she wasn’t my responsibility, as if the little shit thought I would choose him over my sister. His ass was tight but it wasn’t good enough to make me loose my  mind. Ellie is all I have in this world and vice versa. So it was bye, bye Dylan, and I made sure that the damn door hit him where the sun didn’t shine.

It’s been a little over ten years since the old man had decided to cut and run, and I have never heard a word from either of them again. Ellie was now getting married, I had managed to keep all the ugliness away from her. I just gave up on my plans of traveling to Italy and touring the Ducati Museum and apprenticing at their factory. I gave up on finding love, nothing good had ever come from it, not for me at least. Taylor had sat there and listened to everything I had to say without judgment. He had leaned over towards me and looked me in the eye and told me that I was wrong. He said that my dreams of traveling were just postponed and not gone. I was still young enough to live that particular dream. He told me that the love my parents had was not the mutually respectful affection that normal healthy human beings feel for each other. He even went on to say that Dylan was a selfish prick and not to base anything emotional on what he said or did during our time together. The little beauty had climbed back onto my lap and kissed so sweetly. Again, I was found battling with myself not to take what he was so innocently offering.

It wouldn’t have taken much for me to take over and make him beg me to take him, but I had promised him that I would try the whole dating thing. I promised not to rush him and make him feel like he was just another notch in my belt. Now, I felt like shooting myself for promising all that, but he deserved the special treatment. My life and my thoughts have been consumed with nothing but him since he had driven away and left me that day in the parking lot of his bakery. Taylor had firmly put me in my place in my own house. I had nothing but respect for my gorgeous man. He had high standards for himself and those around him and he wasn’t afraid to stick to them. This whole dating routine was going to one of the hardest things I have ever done. I am used just taking what I want and if so called partner didn’t want to give it up, fuck them. It was nothing for me to move on to greener pastures, but not with Taylor. He was in a league of his own and a part of me would love to walk away and forget all this relationship bullshit, but the other part of me couldn’t do it. I found myself having to be near him, having to smell his unique scent,  having to touch him, and to even hear that sweet little giggle of his any chance I got to do it.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I slapped off the cold water faucet and looked down at my poor shriveled up prick . I sadly shook my head and apologized to it for my shoddy treatment. I exited the shower and grabbed a towel to dry myself with as I trudged back into my room and flopped down onto my bed. I had a few things to do and an important meeting scheduled for tomorrow at the shop. I sighed and settled in under the warm blankets of my bed. I let my thoughts drift and my next conscious thought was where had the damned night disappeared to when I heard the god awful repetitious blaring from my  alarm clock. I banged the thing silent and flopped back into the warmth of my bed.

The next time I opened my eyes the sun was already up and shining brilliantly through my blinds. My phone was incessant ringing on the bedside table was another source of mornings irritations. “Shit.” I muttered and checked the time. I was running almost an hour and half behind schedule and I threw back the covers and picked up my warbling phone on my way to my closet.

“Hello?” I barked into the device without looking to see who it was that was calling me.

“Um…Hi Evan, it’s Taylor.” The shy sweet little voice filtered through connection and immediately I stopped my mad dash into my closet and instead, I plopped my ass down on chaise in front of my bed to talk to Taylor.

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the honor of this early morning call?” I purred forgetting  completely that I was late and that I needed to get a move on, I had early appointments this morning.

I heard a deep intake of breath on Tyalor’s side of the line before he replied, “Um… I was watching for you this morning in hopes that we could have breakfast together, but I noticed the shop is still not open yet. Are you not planning on working today?” He asked and just like that I remembered the time and I jumped to my feet.

“Yeah babe, I overslept, I can’t do breakfast I’m sorry, but I’m rushed as it is. I have to meet a client in about twenty minutes and I am not even dressed yet. Maybe we can do something for lunch? “ I  hopefully asked him. I hated that he was asking to spend some time with me and I wasn’t able to especially after our chat last night. I had to regretfully decline and I quickly promised to call him later before hanging up and rushing through my morning routine to get to my place of business. I grabbed the nearest pair jeans and I pulled on a V neck sweater and grabbed my leather jacket while stuffing my feet into my boots. I took the time enough to lace them up in the garage before grabbing the keys to my bike and breaking a few speed limits trying to beat my client to my shop.

I did manage to make to the shop and I did meet my the client on time, and I must say it was a lucrative business meeting. He owned one of the local Ducati Bike dealerships and he was looking for someone experienced to outsource some of the heavier repairs and restorations to, and since that particular brand was my field of expertise, he had sought me out. My reputatuion was mostly word of mouth and I was flattered that even though I didn’t get to go the factory to study in Bologna, Italy like I was supposed to after I graduated. I still had the awesome opportunity of being trained by one of their former mechanics. Guiseppe was an old friend of my father’s and after the fiasco with my mother, and my father becoming more dependent on liquor, he used to look out for us, and provided me with a job in his shop so that I could feed my little sister and keep a roof over her head.

I had fond memories of working in that shop, I had even fonder memories of hanging out with Micah, Giuseppe’s son. We had sort of a friends with benefits thing until he had left for the military. Over the years I heard that he was injured in the line of duty and had PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). He came home briefly but he left almost immediately afterwards. I had heard through the grapevine that he and two of his close friends now own an Adult club together, but I had never tried to reconnect with him. We didn’t have that kind of relationship to begin with. Now, Giuseppe was retired and traveling the world. I had bought the shop from him and the rest as we say was now history.

Taking a moment to finally breathe for a second, I made my way back to my office after Ginger, arrived for her part time shift. The three mechanics I had on staff were busy already in the garage, and I was just happy that I made it and opened up just in the nick of time, otherwise they would have most likely taken the day off and It would have been hell trying to get them to come back. They were loyal and they were a good bunch, but they were human and if it was me and I came to work and the boss hasn’t opened shop, I would have hauled ass back to my bed.

I was booting up my desktop computer when I heard a timid knock on my office door and I looked up to see Taylor standing there smiling shyly at me holding a pink bakery box in his little hands. He looked simply stunning this morning. The wind had tousled his dark tresses a bit and he looked scrumptious in his fitted navy sweater and slim fit jeans. I was dying for him to turn around so I could get a glimpse of that luscious bubble ass of his. I got up and made my way over to him and I loved how he had to hold his head back to look up at me when I stepped all into his personal space. He was just so fucking pretty, and I could stare at his delicate features all day. I mentally shook my head, here I am fucking waxing poetic and shit when just days ago I was willing never to see him again because he was asking me to open my heart. The irony was of my present situation was almost to much for me to take.

Placing  a hand under his elbow, I pulled him onto the office and closed and locked the door behind him. I knew he heard the click of the lock and I loved how he blushed and seemed to get a little flustered by my need for us to have a little privacy. An evil smirk settled on my face and I crowded him against the locked door and ran my nose up the side if his neck inhaling that mouth watering vanilla scent that always seemed to cling to his skin and hair.

“Mmm…Is that for me, babe? I wonder what you could have brought me from that house of confections over there that could possibly taste as sweet as you do?” I whispered in his ear, and made a show of flicking my tongue out and licking him along the delicate curve of his jawline.

Taylor whimpered and I felt his whole body shudder against mine and I smiled in triumph as my cock twitched at his open response before I decided to cut him a break. I leaned away from him, giving him his much needed space and time to recover himself. One of these days I wasn’t going to have the will nor the strength to pull away from the temptation he represented and I damned sure hoped that he will be more than ready for me when that happens.

I guided him across the room and he made himself busy by fussing with the contents of the box. Taylor pulled out freshly baked buttery croissants, with fresh brie. There was a thermos full of fragrant coffee. He explained that it  was a french roast hazelnut combination that had my mouth salivating by just the scent alone. He even had fresh fruit in there and I sat down while he fussed with everything until I had a virtual feast spread out on my desk in front of me. Taylor snapped his wrist and there was a snow white linen napkin spread across my lap and I was speechless and he again graced me with one of those shy swrrt little smiles.

“My Grand-mere (grandma) says that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and it didn’t sit right with me to know that you didn’t have time to have anything this morning, so I made you something you can eat on the go. Bon appetit . (good appetite or enjoy)” He said before he pecked me on the cheek and scurried out the office before I could say another word. I just smiled and set about enjoying my gourmet breakfast. His hasty retreat just gave me an excuse to go looking for him later to thank him properly for his thoughtfulness. A wolfish grin spread across my face as I thought of the many ways I can show him my gratitude.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Taylor…

(Danielle Bradbery, my idea of what Ellie looks like—–>)

I knew in my heart of hearts that I was going to see Evan sometime today before the day was over, and I was a little high strung because of it. He didn’t seem like the one to be teased and doing so this morning when I dropped off his breakfast, I set myself up for retribution and what I know of him so far; his type of pay back was going to leave me and my poor body in a heated mess of turmoil. Why was I fighting this sexual attraction so hard? This man practically had me stripping out of my clothes and jumping on his cock and riding him like it was some kind if magic stick. I flushed at my own naughty thoughts just as the bell above the door jingled and I almost jumped ten feet into the air.

My head quickly snapped up to see Evan’s pretty little sister, Ellie had entered the bakery and I almost sagged with relief that it wasn’t her sexy as sin brother. She was wrapped in pink cashmere coat, with pink accessories from head to toe. On most people they would look a walking talking Pepto Bismol bottle, but on her, she looked like a little snow sprite come to life to spread happiness and cheer to all those around her.

She flitted over to the counter and came to a rushed stop in front of me. “Hey Taylor, how are you?”

I couldn’t help but to smile at her exuberance. “Wonderful, thanks. How are you today?” I returned her greeting. I was sort of puzzled to see her since we had finalized her order. So I was kind of wondering what she was doing here.

“Um…I am great, but I have come to make a change to the cake, it seems that my soon to be hubby wants it to be totally vanilla instead of the mix we decided on earlier. I hope that the change will not disturb our plans.” She explained as she anxiously wrung her gloved hands together.

“No, not at all, please have a seat at any table of your choice. Let me get your file from the office and we can make those changes now if you have the time.” I assured her and I was rewarded with a full on smile as she clapped her hands together in excitement. “Would you like to try any of the deserts here or maybe something to eat? I can use a lunch companion.” I invited her and I got another one of her bright smiles.

“Sure, but I am watching my figure, so maybe a warm cup of soup. What’s on the menu today?” She asked as I pointed to the menu board over my shoulder. “Mmm…French onion soup, perfect, I will take that.” She said and I smiled and placed her order through the window.

I watched as Ellie chose a table towards the back in the middle of the dining room and Chelsea came to relieve me for my break. I quickly made my way back to the office and pulled her file from the file drawers and flipped through the original order to reaffirm what she had originally wanted. By the time I familiarized myself with all the details, her soup was ready and so was my fruit plate. I tucked the file under my arm and grabbed both dishes and carefully made my way back to the dining area with them.

 Ellie smiled as I set her bowl in front of her and took a seat with my salad. She had taken off her outer coat, and her sweater looked nice and soft, the lighter cream color complimented her blonde perfection beautifully. Where her brother was a dark Adonis, she was a light Goddess. They were gorgeous siblings. But it was Evan that caught my eye and I wondered how she would feel about me dating her brother.

“Please excuse me; I just need go to ladies room before we start.” Ellie said as she slid her chair back, she waved me off as I went to get up and pull her chair out for her. I sat back down and I showed her where the restrooms where located before she told me that she would be back shortly.

I used the time to dig into my fruit plate. Her soup was piping hot so I wasn’t worried about it getting cold by the time she returned. I laid her file to the side and out of the way from any possible food dribbles as I speared a juicy piece of pineapple into my mouth. I was getting ready to lick my lips when I felt a firm hand grab the back of my hair. My head was yanked backwards and I almost choked on the chunk of fruit as a firm pair of lips forcefully claimed mine. My eyes locked onto Evan’s intense indigo eyes and I whimpered as he tongue swept past my shocked lips and dipped into my mouth. It curled around the fruit and he took the morsel from my mouth and chewed it with a smug smirk on his face.

“ Bon Dieu qui etait chaude, (Good Lord that was hot.)” I mumbled as he licked his lips and leaned over to give me another toe curling kiss.

“Damn baby, I love when you speak to me in your language. It makes me want to fuck you until you lose the ability to speak English altogether.” He whispered against my lips and fuck if I didn’t want to melt into a puddle right where I was sitting. How does he do that, and where did he come from?

“Evan, what are you doing here? Why are you molesting Taylor?” Ellie’s voice shrilled as she stomped up to the table and poked him in the back of his head. “Taylor is a nice guy, not one of your tramps, Mister.”

I had to smile at the big man’s expression as he tried unsuccessfully to duck his sister’s reprimanding digit as she continued to poke at him. He caught her hand and pulled her into her seat. “I have all rights to molest Taylor, we are dating.” He explained as he turned the full force of those shimmering eyes on me and I had to squeeze my thighs together as I tried desperately to calm my raging hard on. “Isn’t that right baby?” He purred and for the love of God, my shaft twitched and throbbed painfully behind the zipper of my jeans.

Ellie’s blonde head whipped around and her shocked wide blue eyes tuned to me. “Is that true, my brother is actually dating someone, as in your his boyfriend?” She asked incredulously.

I didn’t know how to take her reaction. I didn’t know whether to be offended, or scared to know that she seemed so shocked that her brother was dating, and that this was not some casual hook up. I just managed to nod my head at her to answer her question as all my doubts about this man and his ability to commit to me came charging to the forefront of my mind and suddenly I didn’t want to be sitting here with either of them anymore. “If you will excuse, I need to check on something real quick.” I mumbled before I practically ran from the dining room. I found myself in the hallway between the kitchen and the office before I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist and I pulled into a wide muscular chest.

“Don’t you do it, don’t take what she said to heart. I never said I was an angel, and I already explained to you how I feel about relationships and love, but for you I said I would try. So please, don’t let your doubts kill what little we have so far before we have a chance to see where this goes. Don’t be so quick to leave me.” Evan whispered in my ear while his large arms trapped me against his to die for body.

His words registered in my panicked brain and it was like someone was slowly letting air out of a balloon and all the tension in my body drained away and I sagged against his much larger frame. My arms found their way around his waist and I buried my face in his chest. He cuddled me closer into him and I could feel his lips against my hair. “Just give me a chance. If I fuck up, I will never bother you again, but if we make this work there isn’t anywhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you.”

I leaned back and looked up into his sincere but burning gaze. I was about to open my mouth and say something when I heard my grand-mère’s, (grandmother’s) voice.

“Taylor, qui est cet homme que vous avez enveloppé autour de vous ma chère, (Taylor, who is this man you have wrapped around you my dear?)”

Smiling at the love of my life, I responded, “grand-mère, ce est Evan, mon copain, (grandma, this is Evan, my boyfriend).”

I pulled back and turned so that Evan was facing my grandma, “Evan, I would like you to meet my everything, my grandmother Celine Dubois.”

Evan straightened up and held out his hand to my main lady and shook her hand as he politely greeted her. She smiled that delicate smile of hers and looked my boyfriend up and down before she replied. “Charmed, I hope to see you for dinner real soon, you can meet my husband and we can learn more about each other.”

“That would be lovely, I am sure we will arrange something soon.” Evan gallantly replied and my little love smiled, she gave me a saucy wink as she passed us by and continued on her way towards the kitchen.

“Come on, we sort of left your sister out there. I am sorry.” I whispered and tried to hide my eyes, but Evan was having none of it.

He placed his long finger under my chin and brought my head up so that he was looking directly into my eyes. “Don’t worry baby. I came over to thank you for breakfast. I also wanted to share that fruit plate with you, from what I have tasted of it so far, it was perfect.” He growled in my ear before he nipped my earlobe and I could do nothing but blush at his idea of sharing my fruit and tremble against him. “Dinner tonight at my house at 7 p.m. sharp, I am going to cook for you.” He said before he let me go and sauntered back out to the dining room without even waiting for an answer. Then again, he didn’t phrase it as a question, more like a command, but I didn’t mind it at all.

Shaking myself, I finally cleared my head long enough to go back out and sit at the table with Ellie. She had finished her soup and she was waiting for me with a sort of nervous look on her face.

“I am sorry Taylor, if I made you feel awkward about dating my brother. It’s not my place to judge him.” She said the minute my ass had settled into the chair.

“It’s okay, Ellie, you know your brother better than anyone in the world. I am a big boy and I am not going into this blind. I know a bit about his past and why he sees things the way he does. Now tell me what flavors you wanted to change around?” I said as I pulled her file over and effectively let her know that the subject of her brother and I was closed. After we were finished and the file was updated, I offered Ellie something else to eat before she departed which she declined.  She surprised me by giving me an exuberant hug before she departed and I quickly put her file back in the cabinet before going back to the counter to relieve Chelsea. I told her that she could have an extra few minutes on her break since I took so long. She didn’t have to be told twice as she winked at me before she disappeared in the back.

I found myself watching the clock for the remainder of the afternoon. I kept glancing through the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of Evan in his showroom, but it seems like he stuck to his office today. I was never happier to see the evening crew come in and as soon as they settled I had my keys and my messenger bag in my hand. I kissed my grandfather as I shuffled past him towards the back door. My grandmother had already departed for their home since my grandfather had urged her to take the afternoon off and rest. How he managed that was another of life’s mysteries.

As I sped towards my apartment, I wasn’t wasting any time. I needed to get home and fluff and puff myself to prepare for my dinner date tonight. I had no idea what was on the agenda for tonight. U didn’t know if I was going to be seduced within an inch of my life and if I was willing…Well who the hell was I kidding. I was more than willing to let Evan do whatever it was he wanted to do with me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. My heart pounded away and by the time I made it home I was pulling out all the relaxation techniques from my yoga classes just to make it through getting ready for my evening. One thing was for sure, I was in for an interesting eveing.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Evan’s Kitchen––––>)

****A/n , dont hate me, I know I left it at a cliff hanger, but you will be rewarded soon, trust me on that. ***

Evan…

 

Taylor walked into my house looking like a Aerocrombie and Fitch model. I held the front door opened for him and he walked past me into the foyer of my home. I got a good whiff of his delicious scent, and the essence of vanilla that unique to him alone had saliva pooling in my mouth just as my blood heated and pooled in my groin. Fuck, this whole evening was going to severely test my willpower. I already wanted to pin the little beauty to the wall and fuck him through the drywall. I wanted to strip him out of all his stylish clothes and taste every inch of his delectable skin. I wanted to see if he smelled just as good all over his sexy ass little body.

I had to clench my fists at myself from reaching for him, and I thanked the Lord that my dress slacks were loose enough to hide my raging hard on trying to gain its freedom behind my zipper.  Instead, I smiled at him and led him towards the kitchen. Taylor gushed about how lovely the room was. He especially liked the six burner gas cook-top was in the island itself along with the oven and the stainless steel hood.  That left the wall space for the restaurant grade refrigerator and the stackable ovens. He was very impressed and to be honest I would love to see him cooking for me in my home.

“Wow, something smells amazing.” Taylor replied as he took the seat that I indicated for him to take. I seated him right at the island counter in the middle of my kitchen. He could sip the  chilled glass of white wine and watch me while I added the finishing touches to our meal. I wasn’t in the league of gourmet cooking like he and his grandparents seemed to be, but I was very good at simple dishes, like lemon dill salmon with steamed vegetables. I felt his eyes on me as I plated the food. He told me about the changes Ellie made to her order and I just shook my head. The poor thing didn’t realize that my flighty sister and her equally indulgent fiance was going to have him ripping his hair put by the time it came for him to actually bake the damned thing.

I found it ironic how nervous I was as I grabbed both of our loaded dinner plates and Taylor trotted behind me with the bottle of wine as I led him towards my formal dining room,  one of the rooms in my house I have never used before this. If it wasn’t for Ellie, I wouldn’t have had anything of the things I had used tonight to make the room romantic or at least what I hoped was romantic. I had set the table for two, lit some candles in those fancy silver candle holder things, and I even had some white linen napkins rolled up in the little silver holders. Damn, I had even spring for one of those frou frou bouquet of flowers from the supermarket when I was picking up the ingredients for our dinner earlier this evening.

I had barely set the plates down on the table before I felt two slender arms wrap around my waist and Taylor pressed his warm sexy body against mine. I released a sigh of relief as I cuddled him up into my arms and he snuggled closer and rubbed his beautiful face against my pecs. I guess he liked the effort I had put into the making the room pretty for him. “This is really nice, Evan. Thank you.” He said confirmingg my thoughts. He leaned away so that he could look up at me with those bright grass green eyes. His pretty pink lips were curved into a sweet smile and I’s be damned if I didn’t claim them. I needed to feel how soft they are. I wanted plunge my tongue deep into his mouth and savor the taste of him. My hands tightened on his waist as I squeezed his slender form even even closer to me, and I bent my head and claimed that sweet mouth like I have wanted to since he walked through my front door.

The first kiss was a mere brush of a lips against the one another in greeting. I waited patiently until my baby released one of his sweet little sighs against my mouth before I ran the tip of my tongue along the plumpness of his bottom lip. He granted me the entrance I was silently pleading for and I wasted no time as he granted me permission. My tongue pierced through the seam of his soft pretty pink lips and I groaned as his one of a kind flavor burst across my taste-buds. He was sweeter than anything I could have ever imagined, but alas our dinner was waiting for us, and I had promised him to take things slow. It was sheer torture to my libido to release him and hand him down into his chair. I didn’’t even bother to try to hide the tenting in the front of my pants. At this point I am sure I could use my turgid flesh to hammer nails through the wall, I was that fucking hard.

I was determined to be a gentleman even if it gave me a case of severe blue balls. I took my seat and refreshed his glass of wine. I urged him to tell me a little bit more about himself since the other night it had been all about me telling him about myself. Taylor went on to tell me about growing up with his grandparents after his parents tragic death in an private airplane accident. He graciously accepted my condolences, and continued to regale me with his funny little stories about growing up in a household with two exceptionally trained gourmet chefs under one roof, and his constant struggle not to overindulge in the delicacies that were a staple in his household on a daily basis.

I could really see the love and high esteem in which he had for his grandparents, especially his grandmother. It was downright sexy how he lapsed from English to French. It made me want to do something dirty to him, something primal and raw enough to make him lose the ability to speak English altogether, but again that fucking this promise I made to him was seriously starting to piss me off.

We finished up with our food and despite my many protests, Taylor insisted on helping me clear away the dishes and clean up the kitchen. When we were done I offered him some more wine or coffee depending on whatever he felt for. I didn’t want this evening to be over yet, and I was trying to devise a way to get him to linger around just a little longer. So I suggested that we watch a movie and he agreed. I watched him as he settled himself into the plush cushions of the couch next to me. The same couch I had almost succeeded in ravishing him on, but I quickly pushed that thought out of my head.  I wasn’t a masochist and I refused to torture myself, although my rigid dick had other ideas.  Taylor chose a romantic comedy, I didn’t  even know what the title of the movie was I was so busy making sure that there was an acceptable amount of space between us on the sofa. Damn, this shit was really for the fucking birds, all this wooing and dating crap but when I turned my head, Taylor was looking directly at me, and he graced me with one of his sweet smiles and I recalled why I was putting myself through all of this misery.

He was simply stunning, and the longer I stared at his perfection was the more determined I felt that I was doing the right thing. Taylor was more than worth the time and effort of everything I was trying to do to make him feel special, because he was special. From the minute I first laid eyes on him, I knew there was something different about him. I would gladly suffer weeping hard on after hard on for him. I would love to get him underneath me, to feel that delectable body writhing under mine as I pounded into him. I wanted to fuck him until he had no doubts that he belonged solely and surely to me and only me. But again, I had to close my eyes and draw in a few deep calming breaths. I managed to turn back to whatever it was he had chosen for us to watch and I willed my wayward shaft  just to be patient and to settle down.

Taylor…

It was almost cute, and definitely heart warming to see how much effort my big bad biker was putting into being a gentleman for little ole me. I knew if Evan could have his way, I would have been hemmed up against the nearest stable surface and fucked within an inch of my life, and the just the thought of him going primal on me no longer scared me, in all actuality, it made my skin tingle with anticipation. I must say that I was truly, truly impressed and touched by everything he has done tonight to make our date special.

The dinner he had prepared for us was excellent, right down to the pairing of the dry white wine that accompanied the fish. The subtle candle light and the elegant silver place settings in the dining room was very romantic. Now, I could feel the tension radiating off his muscular body. Not only that, he was literally emitting this downright mouth watering heat.  The rich scent of leather and his expensive cologne combined with the scent of his clean but masculine musky scent of arousal was driving me insane. I just wanted to crawl up that big sexy body and lay claim to all of it.

I tested the waters by shifting closer to him, I almost started giggling earlier when he had taken his seat next to me. It was almost like we were back in high school on a date with our parents lurking somewhere in the house, ready to pop in at any given moment to check on us, consequently that was the reason for the proper amount of space in between us. I kept on trying to scoot closer to him but he kept scooting farther away. It was almost hysterical how far Evan is willing to go to be good. I decided that he needed to be rewarded for his efforts. I knew he made me an earnest promise of not rushing me into anything that I wasn’t comfortable with yet. I also knew I made him make that promise when I thought he was just after me for a quick fuck or a meaningless one night stand.

Evan had managed to convince me that he was more than willing to prove that I meant much more to him than that. I couldn’t see  him really putting forth this much time in someone that he was only going to bang for a few hours. I almost laughed out loud at how ironic I found our new predicament. Here I am trying to work up the nerve to actually seduce this sexy beast, and there Evan was blatantly ignoring the subtle signals I was sending out. Maybe I needed to take a page out of Evan’s book and be up front and in your face bold. That was one thing I couldn’t knock my bad boy for, he was totally unapologetic and he said what he meant, if you didn’t like it, oh well. Some would find his direct approach offensive, but I thought it was hot. All the masculine aggression, I wondered what it would feel like to have him  unleash the full power of it on me. He would most likely turn me into an invalid. I would most likely  never be able to walk again after he was done with me, but as I sat here and stared at that strong chiseled jaw, those broad shoulders, and his mouth watering body. I found that I wanted him, I wanted to feel him sweep  me away and take me over completely.

Slowly inching my way towards him, I took a leaf straight out of Evan’s book. I picked up the remote and turned off the television. I waited until he turned towards me with confusion clearly written on his handsome face. I watched his beautiful eyes go wide as I slid over his lap by throwing one leg over his thick thighs and I sat my ass right down in the cradle of his lap.  I made sure to rub my butt cheeks all over the rigid tube of rock hard flesh that pressed so deliciously against me. I just smiled when his hands flew to my hips, he didn’t know whether to encourage my boldness or put a stop to my shenanigans, but I didn’t give a chance to make any decisions. I leaned forward and licked along that plump sexy bottom lip of his. I was rewarded with a quickly in-drawn breath. “I want you.” I seductively whispered against his lips and I smiled when those big hands tightened in my waist as he threw his head back, closed his eyes, and mumbled an almost inaudible, “Fuck me.” I smiled yet again because that was pretty much the reaction I was going for.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Taylor…

(Evan’s Bedroom–––––>)

WARNING*****

 

I could feel the tension in every inch of Evan’s body as I continued to grind my ass against his thick shaft.  His head was thrown back into the cushions of the couch with his eyes were clenched tightly  closed. My man’s expression looked almost pained, I knew he was battling with himself to keep the promise that he made to me, but I was going to absolve him of that promise.  I leaned forward and placed several kisses along his the chiseled but clenched jaw. I know he was fighting himself and  I know he wanted nothing more than to take me, to ravish me, and as much as I game for all of that. I wanted to show him something that meant even more between us.

Something I have suspected that no one in his life has ever shown him, I wanted to show him love. I wanted to make him see that the emotion was real and although it hasn’t been what society deemed a normal amount of time that we have known each other, I knew it in my very soul that for all his brash boldness, his bad boy persona, and his uncaring attitude. I knew that I love this man, every time I see him or hear him, hell,  if I even smelled him  my heart would flutter away, my palms would get sweaty, and I would start to breathe just a little bit faster. And forget when he touches me, or speaks to me in that sinfully sexy way of his, he has never failed to make me melt at his very feet.

But for all Evan’s bluster, he was a man that has never had someone love him, oh, he has his sister Ellie, but that was sibling, family love. From what he has shared with me about his parents and his past relationships, or I should say hook ups. He has never has someone care for him, cherish him, and make feel like he was theor whole world. I scraped my teeth against his skin and then I bit Evan on his chin, a sharp little nip to get his attention. I was rewarded by him opening those gorgeous indigo eyes and he focused that shimmering heated gaze on me.

I gasped at the raw desire I saw burning in their depths and the movements of my hips hitched for a moment, but Evan’s big hands where right there to urge them to start moving again. He thrust his pelvis upwards rubbing his massive meat against the crease of my cloth covered ass. I could feel his aggression and all that testosterone churning right under the surface of his skin. It was time for me to slow him down before he got carried away. I was determined that we weren’t going to fuck each other tonight. Instead, I was going to love on him and we were going to make love. He may not love me yet, but I loved him and I was going to show him the beauty and reality of the emotion.

I wanted him to realize that what his parents felt towards one another was unhealthy, and if you truly cared for someone, you feel it soul deep. Evan’s body shifted and his hands tightened in my hips. I knew he was getting ready to flip me over onto the cushions, but I squeezed my thighs together against his and I brought both my hands up to his face and held him captive until he raised that gorgeous gaze to mine. “I want you to take back your promise, but I want you to only do it if you let me take care of you.” I whispered against his luscious lips.

Evan looked at me, and true to form the sexy beast leaned forward and captured my lips in a slow and sinful kiss. I felt my shaft jerk almost painfully behind my zipper. “Is that right, and what makes you think that I can go slow with you. I have wanted you since I laid eyes on your sexy ass and I have wanted to fuck it ever since. Do you really think that I can tame myself for sweet loving at this point?” He purred seductively as he nibbled his way across my cheek and it took all that I had not to strip myself bare and jump on his dick and ride him like a bucking bronco. Damn, this man knew how to push my buttons. But he wasn’t going to win this fight, he needed this just as much as I needed do this for us, to show him that he was indeed precious and that he was special to me. So, I leaned back just enough for his lips to no further contact with my skin. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.

“I love you.” I simply stated and I watched as Evan’s eyes went wide and his whole body went rigid with tension yet again. He went to open his mouth to say something, but I stopped him by placing a finger over his firm lips. “No, don’t say anything, I want you to listen to what I have to say. I love you, I know you have no belief in the sentiment because you have never had anyone to care for you, to be there for you, to help carry your burdens, or celebrate your triumphs. You have never had anyone to lay next to you at night and just hold you when you had a bad day, or ravish you just because it’s Tuesday. You never had someone wanting to connect their mind, their body, and their very soul to yours because they feel it with everything in them that you are theirs and they are yours. But baby, I am here to show you all of it. You may not love me, but I know that what I feel for you is way more than just mere attraction, I feel it here.” I stated as I put a hand over my heart. “Baby, let me show you how much I love you.” I whispered as I leaned back in and pecked him on the mouth.

I continued to watch him to see what his reaction would be, I would never ever mention it ever to him how his eyes filled with tears, or the pained but hopeful expression on his face that image burned itself into my brain. It was a look of vulnerability that I will never ever in my life forget. I had taken the chance and ripped my chest wide open and laid myself bare. But it seems that I wasn’t the only one with raw open emotions, like an exposed nerve that was being over stimulated. Those watery cerulean eyes latched onto mine and he exhaled on one large breath before he suddenly stood up.

I had to wrap both of my legs around his waist and my arms around his wide shoulders to keep myself from falling flat onto the carpet. Not that Evan would have let me fall as tight as his grip was around my body. Both our hearts were pounding away in tandem as my man turned and carried me down a long hallway. He kicked the door open to what I assumed was his bedroom and he walked across the plush beige carpet. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than the intensity swirling in Evan’s eyes, but I did notice that his bedroom was simple but elegantly decorated room.

He walked over to the huge bed and he gently sat me down the plush divan in front of the massive bed. Once I was seated, I watched as my mouthwatering man stepped back and his hands went to his shirt. I noticed the slight tremor in them as he unbuttoned his shirt and I could so relate to him with all the emotions and anticipation running through me right now. My anxiety spiked through the roof at this point. Was I going to be able to make this experience between the two of us mind blowing enough for him? I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t some experienced sex vixen confindently able to make a man forget his name with my sexual prowess alone. I just wanted him to feel what was in my heart for him, and that was  Amour, (Love.)

“No.” I said as I held up my hand to stop him. I got up off the divan and walked the short distance over towards him. He stared down at me with a little smirk curving those sexy lips. He spread his arms out openly inviting me or daring me to do whatever it was I wanted to him. Challenge accepted , I quirked an eyebrow at him  and gave him a little secretive smile of my own. You are in for it big boy, the bigger they are, is the harder they fall.

I made sure to step into his personal space, I was close enough that our thighs brushed together and I had to crane my neck to look up into his gorgeous face. I brought my hands up to his now naked waist and just the feel of his warm skin beneath my fingers was enough to send tingles of anticipation shooting up and down my spine. Everything got really serious for me as I slowly ran my hands up those sculpted abs, those defined and cut pecs, and finally up and over those broad muscled shoulders. I slid them under his shirt and dragged it down his arms. The material fluttered to the floor as I leaned forward and traced the muscle definition of his right pec until my tongue found and flicked over the flat brown disc located there. The nub pebbled deliciously for me, and the groan that Evan released was enough to boost my courage a little higher and I migrated over to the other neglected nipple.

My cock was literally dripping in my pants as I worked my way down his ripped body. My entire body was literally quivering with need, never before have I reacted so strongly to someone, and never before have I been bold enough to take the initiative, but this man was so worth it and more. I heard Evan growl as I dropped down on my knees making sure that my lips never left his skin. I swirled my tongue around the indention of his belly button and I let my hands glide down the defined ridges of his strong back, over his waist, and around front to find the buckle of his belt. I continued to nip and twirl my tongue through the scented hairs of his happy trail. Evan’s scent alone was making me high, he was vibrating with the need to take over, but he was holding back for me, and I was so going to reward my lover for his restraint.

I looked up to see those eyes blazing down at me, you could no longer see the the blue in them, they were blown so wide open with lust. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing and his fists where clenched at his sides. He stood absolutely still as I unzipped his slacks and hooked my thumb under his pants and his underwear, I could already smell the clean masculine scent of his arousal and saliva pooled in my mouth. Evan’s penis popped free of his clothing and I couldn’t  help but gawk at his equipment. It was not only long, he was almost as wide as my wrist. Oh god, there was no way this behemoth was going to fit in any orifice that belonged to me.

“It was made for you, don’t panic it’s yours now, so own it, baby.” Evan wickedly whispered to me and I looked up to see that he was studying my reaction to his impressive size. He tenderly ran his thumb across my bottom lip and I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against the monster in front of me. I deeply inhaled, drawing the scent if his arousal deep into my lungs and I just let go. I relaxed and I proceeded to kiss, nibble, and lick my way all over his groin. Oh god, he tasted so good. I drove my tongue into loose skin of the heavy sac and slurped the first one into my mouth and sucked hard on it before I let it pop back out to only repeat the action with the other. I heard Evan curse above me, and his fingers laced themselves into my hair as I continued to worship every inch of available flesh on and around his glorious member.  

“Damn, that fucking mouth.” Evan groaned out as he rocked his hips back and forth. His turgid shaft bobbed obscenely but enticingly above me. I rose to my feet letting my still l clothed body brush against his naked one. He was panting just as uncontrollably as I was. I walked backwards and led him around the divan and towards the bed. I turned him and when the back of his knees hit the mattress I pushed and he landed flat on his back with his hands outstretched on either side of him. My shaft pulsed at the smorgasbord of man splayed out in front of me. I was going to do a sensual show of stripping for my man, to slowly reveal what now belonged to him, but damned if I didn’t want to feel all that luscious hot skin again mine. I wanted to rub myself all over that tanned and toned body.

Pulling at my clothes in my rush to get on that bed and climb my man, I was shocked frozen when I heard his deep voice bark, “No, strip slow for me, babe.” I looked up to see that he had pushed himself up on the bed, a small bottle of lube and a box of condoms was now resting on the night stand and I froze completely as those glinting eyes devoured my semi nude state. All the blood in my brain shot straight to my groin and my shaft pulsed and throbbed. A line of sparkling precome shimered in the light as it stretched from the head of my dripping member onto the carpet at my feet. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, and I stood there transfixed as it hit home that I was going to let this man have me. He had already taken my heart and my soul, now I was giving him my body.

Evan must have sensed my faltering courage and my crippling desire, because lithe as a panther,  he rose from the plush silver sheets on his bed and stalked his way over towards me. All I could manage to do was draw air through my parted lips to replenish my depleted lungs. Never in my life have I been so turned on, I felt that if he laid one finger one me, that was all it was going to take for me to come spectacularly all over myself.  It was his turn now to walk me backwards and lead me towards the bed.

“It’s my turn to show you my feelings my little love, you showed me how much you care and I can only return the favor. Believe me when I say, Taylor, I don’t know if this is love. You are right, I have never had anyone  until now try to show me anything of the sort, but baby, I do know that what I feel for you I have never felt for anyone before. Trust in me, because of my size I know you will feel the pain of my entry but let me prepare you as much as I can and I promise you that you that I will take you to heaven.” He promised with a hot wet kiss at the base of my throat. I threw my head back to give him greater access and he sucked his mark onto my skin.

If you had asked me how and when I got onto that massive bed, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. All I knew was that Evan’s lips, teeth, and tongue was working my body like it was made just for him. I found myself whimpering, crying, mewling, and begging for him not to stop what the was doing to me. I was so hot and I wanted to be filled so badly that I forgot my gut wrenching fear of that deadly weapon he was packing in between his legs. I moaned like a slut when I felt a slicked up finger slide into the crease between my cheeks. My legs flew wide open in encouragement and I panted his name over and over again like a chanting prayer when that thick digit breached the protective outer ring of muscle and slid smoothly into my trembling channel.

My chute took on a mind of it’s own, it was like it just sucked his finger deep inside and my entire body almost shot straight up off the mattress as the tip of that finger stabbed right into my gland. Evan smirked and he relentlessly continued to rub the little powerhouse of a gland deep inside now that he had found it, and he added even more sensations to my over sensitized body. I lost he ability to even make a sound. I writhed underneath Evan’s larger frame as he pushed yet another lubed finger in my body. The burn had me thrashing my legs restlessly about the bed, my mouth was open in a silent scream, and my fingers scraped along  the length of his back. And with the movement of his hand,  the muscles rippled under my fingers as he manipulated my hole. Evan diligently prepared my body to take all that he had to give.

He murmured soothing words to me as he withdrew his fingers. I heard the rip of the foil packet and the unmistakable sound of a condom being rolled on over the length of his shaft. I spread my legs wide and brought them up and locked my ankles high on his back. The position was perfectly placing him for the blunt head of his shaft to nudge against my stretched entrance.

“Push out baby and let me in.” Evan whispered in my eat as the wide mushroomed cap breached my outer ring, a burning pain like the likes that I have never felt before had me pushing against his chest in a desperate attenpt to escape the feeling of  being ripped wide open. Tears poured out of my eyes and I screamed, “Sortez, sortez se il vous plait, (take it out, take it out please!)”

Evan responded by going completely still, my hands were still pushing against him but he leaned forward anyway and I sobbed as he licked my tears away, “I am sorry baby, we can stop.” He whispered and he went to pull away, but my hands flew around his neck and although I felt like he was ripping me to pieces, I held on and tried to control my choppy breathing. Evan stretched over and reached for the lube on the bedside table. I sighed when he actually turned the bottle upside down and spilled the entire contents of the cold fluids all over where we were joined so intimately. It cooled some of the burning sensation.

“Breathe for me baby, try to relax, we were made for this. You are meant to take me, all of me my sweet love.” He whispered against my lips before his tongue plunged into my mouth. I felt his fingers against my perineum as he began a slow sensual massage around my quivering hole. His fingers slipped  and skimmed over the hypersensitive skin behind my balls, and soon enough I felt my passion begin to rise again. My cock twitched back to life and I lifted my hips to urge Evan to try again. “Push out baby, push out and take me.” He demanded as he slowly began rotating his pelvis. I bore down with everything that I had in me and my eyes popped wide open as his entire length was buried deep into my body. Bon seigneur, il est presque dans ma gorge. (Good lord he is almost in my throat.)

Evan went absolutely still and I looked up into his face, I could see the strain he was experiencing in holding himself back. I could plainly see the effort it was taking him to make sure that I was alright and damned if the pain and burning of my ass didn’t ease away. I rolled my hips to feel the wide head of his shaft rub against my prostate and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. And just like that, I needed him to move. I boldly leaned forward and kissed his clenched jaw. “Evan, love me please.” I whispered and then gasped at my words words. I didn’t mean to word it like that but the words were already said. I leaned back and dared to look up into his eyes and they were burning with a light I haven’t seen from him before.

“It will be my pleasure.” Evan whispered back almost inaudibly but I heard what he said before he withdrew almost all the way out of me. I could feel every ridge and every vein on that wide shaft against the walls of my rippling channel. Then he snapped his hips forward and buried himself yet again and rendered me mute. When he saw that I was no longer in pain, Evan began to long stroke in and out of me. He plunged deeper and deeper with every forceful thrust in and out my body. Our sweat slicked bodies rubbed, slapped, and slipped against each other almost brutally. Never in my life have I ever felt like this, it was raw, its was primal, and I loved every single sensual minute of it. I completely let go of my mind and my body and I reared up and pushed him with a force of strength I hadn’t even known I posessed.

With a surprised gasp, Evan landed flat on his back and I scrambled to climb over those tree trunk thighs and impaled myself on his steel rod. I braced my feet flat on the mattress and I placed my hands on those rigid abs. I knew I was setting myself up for a world of hurt for the next few days but I didn’t care. I wanted to render this sex god as senseless as he has me. Nothing could have given me a greater sense of euphoric rapture as I bounced up and down on my man’s thick length, taking him to the hilt again and again. I listened to his broken curses, and I reveled in those thick fingers digging into my hips as he helped me bob up an down on top of him. Soon, I started babbling nonsense, an inarticulate mixture of French and English as rode him and the tell tale razors edge of my release slashed down the length of my spine.

I began calling his name, shouting it over and over again, while Evan lost his ability to talk altogether, his mouth was wide open and his eyes was clamped shut. He reached for my weeping length and gave me one toe curling pull from root to tip and that was all it took. I exploded like fireworks, it felt like my entire soul was being ripped out the bulbous head of my shaft. My ass clamped down around the wide girth of my man’s member, it squeezed him to the point that he couldn’t move within me anymore. He finally took a deep breath as my channel quiver and mercilessly milked his entire length, and he released one long gut wrenching groan as he filled the condom with his hot thick fluids.

My thighs trembled and I almost choked trying to catch my breath. I don’t know where Evan got the strength from, but he hissed as he lifted me off of his body and settled my sweaty but sated form on the sheets next beside him. I didn’t even have the energy to cuddle into his side. I have lost all muscle movement in my body, and at this point, I was too tired to care. I just laid where he had placed me and I was vaguely aware of Evan getting up and padding across the carpet and into the bathroom. I heard the water running and the toilet flush. He returned and he used a warm cloth to wipe me down from head to toe before tucking me under the covers. I was already on my way to dreamland when I felt his comfortable bed dip, and his huge arms wrapped around me. I was barely conscious when I felt his lips brush against my forehead before the whispered words, “I think I am in love you too  baby.” And my mind clicked off and carried me away.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Evan…

  (jacuzzi tb in Evan’s bathroom————>)

 

Waking up to a warm body cuddled into my side is not the normal routine for me, but when my eyes opened open this morning and I became aware of the lithe little body snuggled up into every line of my body, I couldn’t help the goofy grin that curled my lips. I looked down to see Taylor’s adorable little face plastered against my right pec. His cheek was smooshed against my skin, and those pretty pink lips were gaped open as he breathed through his mouth. He was still the prettiest thing I have ever laid my eyes on. My right arm was numb, I couldn’t feel my fingers, and my morning wood had a heartbeat of its own, but I knew my only relief would come from only a hand job this morning. I knew without a doubt that Taylor was going to be feeling the after effects of his surprisingly delicious ride last night for the next few days. There was no way he’ll be able to take any part of me again before then.

As gently as I could, I tried to ease myself away from him but he stuck to me like glue, he shifted  when I shifted following my body heat. I really didn’t want to  have to wake him up just yet. it was still early in the morning and I knew he must be exhausted from all of our previous evening activities. Just thinking about the feel of  my cock gliding against the slick tight walls of his soft shapely ass had my cock hard as granite. Taylor’s silken passage had gripped me so tight it had quickly become was my own personal heaven.

With those erotic thoughts playing on replay through my head, it was going to take a while for me to be able to piss this morning and my bladder gave me a fuck you spasm in protest. My next move was to grab my pillows, I shoved one under my shoulder and the other under my hip and I quickly rolled to the left, dislodging myself from underneath my lover. I rolled onto my feet at the side of the bed and I went absolutely still as Taylor shuffled and cuddled into my pillows while mumbling something in his own language. I swear I will never get tired of him speaking French, it sounded do fucking sexy coming out of that pretty mouth of his. My shaft twitched yet again and I turned from the delectable sight in my bed and quietly made my way into the bathroom.

It took  me a few minutes but I managed to rub out my morning wood thanks to all the lovely memories from the night before. I took care of my morning routine and walked back into the bedroom only to see Taylor trying to roll over onto his back, but he grimaced and hissed as if he was in pain. Taylor’s hand flew to his sore ass and he groaned pitifully as he continued roll over onto his back. I carefully climbed up onto the bed and settled myself so that I leaning over him. Taylor’s cute little nose was scrunched up and I kissed him on the tip of it. “I am sorry you are so sore baby. Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” I asked as he opened his gorgeous emerald green eyes and peeked up at me. He nodded his head yes and closed his eyes again.

He tried to reassure me that he was fine by trying to give me a shy but wobbly smile and I had to lean down and brush my lips against his.Taylor released a contented sigh into my mouth and I found myself liking this very  much. I liked having him in my bed, and I liked the feeling of waking up to this morning. I even recalled his sweet words that he said to me last night, Taylor had said that he loved me and I was beginning to believe it. I had even told him that I think that I loved him too, but I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t an emotion that I knew anything about. Before Taylor I didn’t want to know any fucking thing associated with those feelings, now I found it ironic that I found myself here in this current situation with a man that I had all intents and purposes to fuck and walk away from when I first laid eyes on him, but Taylor stood up to me and all my bad ass bullshit and he had me put up or shut up.

Now, I was more than happy that I had swallowed my pride and put forth the effort and put myself out there for Taylor. There was just something about him that called to me on a deeper level. I couldn’t leave him alone then, and now that I have had the privilege of making love to him, there was no way I can walk away from him now. I brushed his hair out of his flushed face and he just stared up at me with all that he felt for me shining out of those beautiful grass green eyes. I didn’t know what to say or how to voice how I was feeling. I just gently ran my finger down his cheek and I watched the stain of a blush cover his creamy skin.

“Oh no way beautiful, there is no way you should be blushing after the ride you gave me last night.” I teased and if it was even possible his cheeks got darker and his ears were so red, they looked like they were glowing. Taylor went to roll over to hide his face in a pillow but he groaned instead, the sudden movement was definitely not agreeing with his sore muscles and I felt bad for him. “Stay put baby, I am going to get you some juice and something for the pain, and then I am going to put you in the Jacuzzi for a little while, that should help the soreness.”

“Yeah, you better take care of me, that unnatural monster you have between your legs caused all of  this.” He pouted and I found myself chuckling at his attempted barb.

“Oh yeah, well you had no problem bouncing on this monster last night like you had hydraulics on  that sweet little ass of yours.” I countered and he flushed even a brighter shade if red and smacked me on my arm. I leaned forward and kissed that pink pouty bottom lip before heaving myself off the bed and headed back into the bathroom. It took no time at all for me to fill the tub with warm water and start the jets before quickly trotting off to the kitchen for some juice and pain medication for my baby.

I sauntered back into my bedroom and carried the pills and the juice over to Taylor, I set the glass and the medication bottle on the bedside table and I helped him up into a sitting position. I tried to keep my face neutral and I barely managed not to  puff out my chest like a proud parading peacock when I noticed how he had to lean to the side to keep the pressure off his well fucked ass. I know it was obscenely perverse of me, but I had to see what I did to him. I had this sudden need to see that little striated star, the very entrance to his channel. I needed to see what it looked like after a good pounding, after I fucked him raw.

My cock filled so fast at the idea of bending him over to examine the abused flesh that I felt like I was going to come all over myself at any minute. God, how was I supposed to ask him about what I wanted to see and he not think of me as some kind of perverted freak. Taylor had no idea that the thought of touching that hot swollen flesh, of licking it, and feeling the ridges of warm skin surrounding the area would turn me into a euphoric beast. The idea alone that I was the one  responsible to make  his flesh quiver, swell, and bear my mark was such a mother fucking turn on for me. I wanted nothing more right at this moment than to flip his slender frame over and spread those rounded cheeks and bare his hidden spot for my eyes and my eyes only to see.

“Huh…” I grunted as Taylor poked me in the ribs with his pointer finger. My mind snapped back to reality of the here and now, and he was looking at me like he had been speaking to me for awhile now and I wasn’t paying him any attention. I knew damn sure he wasn’t going to get me to admit it.

“Evan, I think that I would like to get into the tub now, please babe-a little help.” He repeated and I gave him a dazzling smile, but instead of helping him to his feet, I bent down and scooped him up bridal style and carried him into the bathroom. I loved the fact that he just giggled and cuddled into my chest as I just walked over and stepped into the frothy bubbles and sat down. I turned him so that he was straddling my lap. I cupped my hands under the water and I lifted them to let warm water cascade down his elegant spine. It thrilled me to no end how he sighed and his entire body  relaxed bonelessly against mine. I continued to sprinkle warm water all over him followed up by gently rubbing soothing circles into the muscles of his back, his thighs, and of course those beautifully rounded cheeks.

I reached over onto the ledge of the tub where I kept the basket of washcloths and bodywashes. I chose a random bottle of bathsoap and a soft washcloth. I  preparing the cloth I cleansed his upper body with the scented bubbles before asking him if he was okay to stand up for a second. Taylor barely nodded his head before I felt him push himself off of me and up into standing position in front of me, his slender shaft was semi erect and it bobbed so tantalizingly close to my mouth, but I refrained from swallowing him up like a starving carnivore.

I immediately missed his warmth and the slight weight of his body against mine, but the fact that I was a few seconds away from achieving my earlier wish, I supported his legs with my big palms holding his trembling thighs until they were steady. I looked up at him and I smiled at the look of complete bliss on his face. I used the washcloth and I washed first one leg and then the other. I took my time and turned him so that luscious ass was facing me. I took extra care in swiping the soapy cloth over each soft globe. My hands shook with anticipation as I used my thumbs to manipulate his crease and  to part those fleshy mounds, and fuck if my eyes didn’t want to roll into the back of my head at the sight that greeted me.

Taylor’s hole was a sight to behold, last night the pretty pink rosebud was tightly clenched and quivering for me. It had stretched to capacity over and over again during the long sensual evening as I repeatedly pounded into his receptive body. He had surprised me when he had flipped me onto my back and proceeded to ride me like he was a champion jockey. It was the same sweet little hole had gripped me so tightly that it had almost drove me out of my ever loving mind. This morning though it was just as gorgeous in it’s post fuck state. It was red and swollen, and hot and tight. I used the cloth to run the length of his crease and I was rewarded with a quick intake of breath from my lover. I gently washed the area, I wouldn’t try to do much more than that, but I had to let him know how stunningly beautiful he was.

I leaned forward and blew air over the swollen flesh and Taylor released a cock jerking little whimper. His knees wobbled but I held him up firmly with my hands spreading his ass for my veiwing pleasure. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tumescent flesh. I felt Taylor shudder violently before his knees gave out on him and he went to loose his balance and drop back into my lap, but I caught him under his upper thighs and  gently guided him down to sit in between my parted legs. He was breathing just a little bit faster and he rolled his head on my shoulder and looked at me with half lidded eyes. Fuck he was sexy as hell like this.

“You are so stunning, baby, I can’t seem get enough of you, but we have to wait before I can sink balls deep back into your delectable little body.” I whispered against his cheek as I used the tip my nose to nuzzle the soft skin there. Taylor just hummed at me and his head rolled lazily on my shoulder. “Come on babe, we got to get out this water or else we are going to turn into prunes, and I need to feed you baby.” I said, but I didn’t make a move to get out of the soothing bubbles.

“Five more minutes, babe.” Taylor sleepily mumbled to and I wrapped my long arms around his waist and pulled him even closer into my chest. I rested my chin on his creamy shoulder and relaxed against him to give him his requested five minutes. The world outside this tub ceased to exsist for us and that was fine with me. I  wanted to spend as much time with my angel as I possibly could before the outside world stepped in and responsibilities divided our time away from each other.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Taylor…

(The mouth watering Stuart Reardon as my vision was Evan—––>)

I should have known better, but my  traitorous body didn’t seem to care about what my mind’s thoughts were at the present moment. I had only walked across the street from the cafe to Evan’s shop just to bring him lunch. It has been several days since the night we rocked each other’s world. A  passion filled evening that left my ass really, really  sore after his monster cock almost crippled me, but I had not one single regret about any of it. It seems that my bad boy boyfriend has been monitoring my healing process along the way because no sooner had I set the basket of food down on the desk, did I find myself stripped completely naked and straddling his powerful thighs. He spread his legs wide which in turn had my legs obscenely splayed wide open. I had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and my bottom lip clenched tightly between my teeth as his busy fingers slicked over and around my quivering hole. I had to bite back my helpless whimpers and groans just in case his employees happened to walk by the closed door and heard what we were up to.

My body was a mess, I was one long tightly wound exposed nerve that Evan was relentlessly stroking. I have come to discover over the last few days that my man is totally fixated on my ass, and my tight little striated entrance. He made it a point to touch and study it at any given moment. And my unapologetic beast didn’t care where the hell we were when the mood to caress and play with my ass struck him. He had almost drove me to the point of instantly the night before when he had decided to eat me like I was the Sunday special on my cafe menu. Evan had spent hours licking, nibbling, and he was spearing his busy tongue into my ass. My boyfriend had playfully jiggled my butt cheeks and seemed to get hours of entertainment out of that alone. By the time he was done with me, I didn’t even know my own name. I just flopped onto the cooling pool of what seemed my my millionth orgasm for the day and went kindly to sleep.

The next time I woke up, my head was in between two muscular thighs and I had a monster cock dangling mere inches away from my face. Evan was propped up on his knees and elbows over me as he had expertly swallowed the entire length of my throbbing shaft into his mouth and deep throated me. Gawd, I had opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird and latched onto that thick piece meat and sucked it like I was searching for the fluid of life. Evan’s grunts and thrusts had only fueled me on and when I came I saw stars, but it wasn’t my release that I had craved. I wanted him to damn near drown me in his release and I had sucked him like my name was Hoover P. Vacuum, III. Evan had growled and fucked my face until he had erupted like Mt. Kilauea in Hawaii, a constant barrage if cum that had just kept coming, spewing out of the bulbous head of his impressive member. I admitted my defeat, I couldn’t take another drop and I had to take my mouth off of him and let the rest of him spill all over my  hands.

Now I was still a mess, I was naked, my skin was flushed and hot, and my heart pounded in my chest, and my thoughts were scattered as Evan sat their fully dressed with a wicked smirk on his lips, It was his eyes that captured my attention with the heart stopping look of unadulterated desire in his hypnotic gaze. At least three fingers were buried deep inside of me and he was scissoring the tender ring of nerves around my entrance. Evan relentlessly pushed them in and out of my slowly stretched channel, and I reveled in the mind blowing friction against the walls of my chute. He suddenly pegged my prostate, and once he found it was merciless with it.

“Yes, that’s it baby, fuck yourself in my fingers. Let me feel that tight pretty ass clench and ripple around my fingers.” Evan purred in my ear and I just  groaned and thrust myself back onto his hand. God I have turned myself into a right slut for this man.

“Fuck baby, you feel so hot and tight.  I want to fuck you. I want to bury my deep so deep into this hot little ass they would have to surgically remove me when we were done.” He whispered and changed the angle of his questing fingers. He pegged my gland again and I almost flipped over his head. “Damn, that’s the spot right here isn’t it? I may not be able to fuck you in here baby, but I am damn sure going to make you see the stars.” Evan sinfully murmured a second before he started to milk my prostate.

I could hold it in anymore, I threw my head back, opened my mouth, and hollered as my heart fluttered in my chest and electrical shocks rocked violently through my body. My hips took on a mind of their own as they rolled and rocked to the exact rhythm of his constant rubbing movement on that powerhouse of nerves buried deep within my body. I couldn’t even take a breath long enough to call his name as the burn of my release shimmered down my spine and drew up into my balls. My whole body was strung tighter than a violin string as it vibrated with the tension of my imminent release.

“That’s it love, fucking let go for me, let me see you fall apart from what I am doing to you. Come, come now for me, baby. You. Are. Fucking. Beautiful.” Evan intoned with a sharp jabs to my pulsing gland, and I had no choice but to do as he requested. I heard nothing but white noise, I saw nothing but spinning and swirling dots in front of my eyes, and I felt nothing but Evan and what he was doing to my body as my cock erupted with enough force to make me look like I was having a full body seizure.

After a series of mind blowing after shocks, my naked sweat soaked depleted body slumped against Evan’s clothed one. My chest heaved as I tried to calm my racing heart and catch my breath at the same time. I was barely able to move much or less react to Evan as he gently removed his long thick fingers from my body. I sighed as the cooling relief of what must be personal pre moist wipes he was using to clean the lube off of my balls and my burning ass. My head just rolled like a rag doll’s on his massive shoulder and I knew I had a blissed out grin plastered on my face.

“Baby, you are beautiful on any given day, but nothing compares to how stunning you are when you come. I want to see it over and over again.” He whispered as he rubbed his beard against my cheek. I knew I was going to have a wicked case of beard burn by the time I found myself dressed but I didn’t care. Like I said, I was a total slut for this man, and I was proud to wear his marks of possession.

Damn, how my tune have changed over the past few weeks. I went from demanding that he not  treat me like another conquest, to riding his fingers in the middle of the afternoon in his place of business where any of his employees could have heard us through the thin walls of his office. I couldn’t help the quick snort of laughter that bubbled up and out of my throat. I slapped a hand over my flushed face and continued to giggle like a loon.

I felt Evan ease his shoulder forward so that he could get a glimpse of my face. I opened my eyes and continued to cackle away like a lost my mind. And in a sense I have, this man had my brain cells scattered to the four winds, and for some reason I didn’t give a flying fuck. I have found that I love every single thing this man done to me and for me. Whether it is cute and romantic or down right erotically filthy and dirty but exciting beyond belief. I loved all of it, and I wouldn’t trade any of it for all the riches in the world.

“I am glad that I amuse you baby, but do you care to share what is so that I can laugh at it too?” He teased as his big hands rubbed and massaged my thighs and he shifted until I was cuddled against his wide chest.

I finally brought myself under control and I wiped the amused tears from my eyes and looked right into his face. “You have turned me into a whore. Mais je ne appartiens qu’a vous, (but I belng only to you.) “ I murmured as I watched his eyes heat up for me yet again. I felt his long fingers dig into the flesh of my ass and I quickly hopped up and out of his reach.

“Oh no, I just came over here to bring your lunch, not be your lunch. Grand-mere is expecting back soon and you are not doing that to me again before we are in the privacy of a bedroom.” I declared as I rushed around his office picking up my scattered clothing. I prayed that nothing was torn to the point that I couldn’t wear it anymore, but with Evan, one never knew.  I made the mistake of taking my eyes off of him as I tried to quickly dress and a surprised squeak leaked through my lips as I found myself pinned against the wall next to his office door. Evan held my arms above my head as he pressed that luscious body of his flush against mine. 

“You can’t expect to speak to me in your sexy ass language and not expect met to react. I had already came when you put on that mind blowing show for me just a little while ago, but hearing your sweet little voice speaking the language of love or so they call it makes me fucking hard.” He unapologetically stated as he thrust his hips forward and his larger than life cock jabbed me in my gut, and I be damned if I didn’t go week in the knees. I knew I had no time to do anything about it, but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Baby, I would love to drop to my knees and take care of you right here and now, and I don’t want to seem like a selfish lover, but I have to get back to the cafe.” I explained and batted my eyelashes at him.

Evan looked down at me as he lasciviously continued to grind himself against me, but after another second or two he stopped and stepped away from me. He grabbed my sweater out of my limp hand and plunked it over my head and drew my arms through the sleeves. “I understand baby, but trust and believe me when I say that later on tonight,  that ass is gong to be splayed wide open for me as I fuck you into next week. Now think about that when you are decorating those sweet little confections for the remainder of the afternoon.” Evan stated as he opened the door shoved me out of his office and closed the door in my shocked face. I could only gape as the picture of what he said burst in full technicolor in my brain as I heard the bastard whistling behind the door like he hadn’t said a damn thing. I just shook my head and scurried back across the street. I didn’t dare lift my head to look at his staff to she the knowing smirks, I knew that had to hear me hollering like a porn star as Evan had played my body like his favorite instrument. God I was so gone for the man.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Evan…

To say I was a little disgruntled would be a total and complete fabrication of the truth, I was totally and unreasonably pissed off that Taylor chose to dine out with a long time friend rather than having dinner with mind blowing sex to follow. I guess I was being a little unreasonable, but we have been attached at the hip for the past few weeks. Now, that I have time to think about my feelings for him, especially since he isn’t around to distract me from my thoughts. I found myself both exhilarated but scared shitless at the same time. Here I was irrationally jealous of someone I haven’t even met. Taylor has given me no reason to doubt him, and to be honest, he does have friends and a life outside this relationship. How ironic it this shit? A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have been caught dead even saying that fucking word.

“Fucking Hell!” I exclaimed out loud as I threw my hands up in the air and stomped off towards my bedroom to find my cell phone. There was no reason at all for me to sit around the damn house moping like some love sick teenager. I have friends, and I have a life too, but it’s just that I’ve enjoyed spending every waking and sleeping moment with my baby. He pulls emotions out of me that I have never experienced before and the sex, oh sweet Jesus, the sex is sublime. Just thinking about it had me palming my twitching cock through the thick fabric of my jeans.

I found my cell phone on my dresser and I flipped through the contacts looking to see which one of my friends might be free tonight to go out for maybe some pool or to have a drink. My finger stopped and hovered over the name of the one person I haven’t spoken to in such a long time. It’s a funny coincidence how much he has been in my thoughts lately. I think it’s time I at least check in with him to make sure that he was doing well, and I pressed the answer icon and placed the phone at my ear.

It only took two rings before a deep gravelly voice answered on the other end; the voice was still the same as I remembered if not a pitch lower. The smooth cadence of it used to make me cream myself back then by just hearing him speak my name.

“Hey you,” I greeted him as I pushed those thoughts back into their place. That side of our relationship has long since been over.

“Well damn, if it isn’t my little motorcycle geek,” Micah’s voice boomed over the line. I was pleased to hear the smile in his tone telling me that he was happy to hear from me.

“Not so little anymore buddy and I don’t recall being little back then either.” I chuckled as I leaned back and rested my ass against my dresser. 

Micah laughed right along with me before he replied. “I was too busy pounding that sweet tight ass into submission to notice.”

I barked out a loud chuckle that sounded suspiciously like a snort bubbled up my throat and I chose to change the subject by asking, “So how you doing, you blew through town so fast the last time you were here that we didn’t even have a chance to catch up. I would have thought that you would have stopped by long enough to check out what I’ve done with the shop.”

I heard a deep sigh before he responded. “I know, but my mind wasn’t right back then and I needed some space to figure some shit out and being back home after my tours of duty just fucked up my head even more. I wouldn’t have been good company.”

“It’s cool, I get it. I hope you are doing better now.”

“Well yeah, it took me awhile to get where I am now, but I’m doing better. You gotta come here and visit sometime soon. You can meet my business partners and my girl.” He said sounding like an excited kid.

I raised my brows at the part about his girl. Yeah, I had always known that Micah was Bisexual, but for some reason, I had it in my head that he would have ended up with a guy. But meh, who I am to speculate? “That’s awesome, a girl and a business. I heard you are running a swanky club out there in the big city.”

Micah cleared his throat, “I am part owner of a club called the Dungeon and yes with a name like that, and it is what it sounds like. But it is an upscale, member’s only BDSM club.”

“Well, well…I should have known, you were always a kinky bastard. Even after all these years, I still think I have your palm prints burning all over my ass.” I teased him and Micah burst out laughing on the other end of the line. God it was good talking to my friend again.

My phone beeped and I took a second to pull it away from my face to see that I got a text message from Taylor and my traitorous heart skipped a beat. I decided to leave the message alone for a minute until I finished talking to my friend. We stayed on the phone for a few more minutes before we disconnected with promises to visit each other sometime in the near future. I swiped my finger and open my messages and holy hell; I almost dropped the phone when I saw the picture on my screen. All the blood shot out of my head and pooled in my instant and painfully hard erection.

There were no words to describe the photo that Taylor sent me or the caption that went with it. I had to admit that the little minx knew exactly how to go for the jugular. He sent me the most erotic image I have ever seen my life. He was reclining in the middle of his living room sofa and he was naked. He took the selfie of himself with those creamy thighs spread wide open exposing his shaved crotch and his delicate finger was embedded in his pretty pink little hole.

My brain came back online with a vengeance and I stuffed my phone in my pocket and raced through the house grabbing my jacket and my wallet on the way to the garage. I plucked my motorcycle keys off the hook by the kitchen door and sprinted towards my bike. I hopped onto it and shoved the key in the ignition before I pushed the button to open the garage door, and I revved the powerful engine as I impatiently waited for the rolling door to lift up enough for me to get on my way. His instructions told me to come and get it, and that is exactly what I was going to do. I just hoped that the little vixen is ready for me; he is going to learn not to tease my sleeping beast.

I knew I broke quite a few traffic laws and I sped towards his condo. My hands gripped the bike’s handlebars so hard that my knuckles were white. I had to shift several times on my seat. I was trying my best to alleviate the pressure off my rock hard shaft that was rubbing against the zipper of my jeans. The vibrations from the motorcycle’s engine only added to my discomfort. I was practically panting with need, and out of my mind with lust by the time I turned onto his street. The picture of his finger in his tight little ass burned into my brain and it almost made me lose control of my bike. I swerved into the first available guest parking spot and kicked the stand down and cut the engine. I barely took the time to take the tarp cover from under the seat and covered my pride and joy, but I managed doing it with shaking hands.

There was no one outside as I stomped up to his front door and knocked on it. My lust was riding me hard and my mind shut down to everything but the thought of sinking myself balls deep into Taylor as soon as I can. Fuck me! My baby answered the door naked as the day he was born. My hungry eyes traveled from his tousled artfully messy hair on top of his head and down the luscious expanse of his of slender body. His mouth watering rod was already hard and dripping for me.

A haze of lust covered my vision, and I believe I heard my beast growl like an animal before I pounced on him. I kicked the door shut with one booted foot before slamming him up against him up against the opposite wall. My lips covered his soft pliable mouth and I swallowed his shocked gasp and I drove my tongue into his throat. Oh God , the taste of him almost brought me to my knees.

I devoured him like I as a starving man, and his little whimpers and mewls shot straight down my spine and pooled like molten lava in my quivering balls. With one hand in fisted in the back of his silky hair, I held his head immobile so that I could continue to ravish those sweet lips of his. With the other hand, I frantically began to undress myself. Taylor was grinding his sinuous body against mine causing my blood to burn even hotter as it rushed through my veins.

I tore my lips away from his delectable mouth long enough for me to whip my shirt over my head and I immediately reattached them to his exposed throat. His hips jerked as I sucked on the sensitive skin there, and I grabbed him by those slender hips and thrust my swollen shaft into him reveling in the friction we created against each other.

“Unnnnnhhhh…Baby God, let’s take this to the bedroom…Everything we need is in there.” He murmured in between his sighs of pleasure.

Ignoring him, I just spun him around and pinned him to the wall as I rubbed myself off on the luscious curve of his rounded cheeks. Taylor groaned and pushed his butt out even more in open invitation and I dropped to knees, spread those firm cheeks, and dove in. He released a high pitched wail as my tongue licked over his puckered entrance. He tasted clean with a hint of his own personal musk mixed in.

I chewed, licked, and slicked his entrance with my saliva before I curled my tongue and worked the tip into the tight ring of muscle. I pushed further and further into his heat, spearing him, and preparing him to take my cock. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside of him, and I shot to my feet and fumbled with the buttons on my jeans, almost shredding them in my haste to get my shaft free of its torturous confines. I spit in my hand and proceeded to pump my own rigid length, using my saliva and my leaking precum to lubricate my shaft.

I took my other hand and eased my fingers into his sopping wet crease between those firm cheeks. I found his twitching hole and pushed the tip of my seeking digit into him. Taylor groaned some more and spread his legs even wider to give me greater access. He was trembling with need and I made quick work of getting up to three of my think fingers into his rippling channel. That was all the preparation I could stand and I hoped and prayed that it was enough to take my long thick dick. I used both hands to spread his cheeks wide and I again spit on his glistening hole before aligning myself to the pretty little star. I slowly pushed the bulbous head into him and met the quivering resistance to my penetration.

“Relax baby and push out for me.” I instructed him through clenched teeth. It was taking all of my control to take it slow and not drive myself all the way into him until my balls was crushed against his mouth watering ass. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over my entire body and my every muscle tensed and quivered with unleashed power and anticipation.

Taylor tried to relax as he inhaled a deep breath and blew it out and I felt his hungry channel grip me tighter and sucked me into his hot tight channel. Nothing in this world could compare to the feeling of those tight silken walls milking the length of my shaft as I pushed into him until my balls were touched the globes of his ass. I reached forward and intertwined my fingers with his on the wall in front of him as I remained absolutely still to give him time to get accustomed to my penetration and my size.

My baby started to slowly rock himself back and forth on my shaft giving me the clear signal that he was ready, and I took the time to roll my hips to match his pace. It wasn’t until his hands gripped mine a little harder, and he keened as I roughly snapped my hips forward driving even deeper into his passage. I began pounding him at a steady pace. Every cell in my body was poised to explode and the sexy ass sounds Taylor was making only added to the conflagration of fire burning in my gut. He was incoherently babbling and moaning on the same breath, the only thing I understood was my name, which he was repeating over and over again as I pistoned my entire length in and out of searing hole.

I clenched my teeth and every muscle in my body strained as I threw my head back and groaned long and loud as my release cut a painful path down my spine, churned in my balls, and caused them to draw up tight into my body. I quickly reached around my little love and wrapped my fingers around his turgid bobbing shaft. All it took was two quick strokes before he screamed and I felt his hot cum pour all over my fingers. The walls of his ass clamped down on my shaft as his orgasm rippled through him, and he mercilessly milked my entire length and my cock pulsed out my almost painful release. Thick lines of cum was pumped into his core. My ears were ringing, my knees shook, and I saw stars behind my clenched eyelids as Taylor slumped forward against the wall.

My body followed his as I remained firmly embedded deep inside of his drenched passage. I almost grinned with pride to feel my semen leaking out around the girth of my buried shaft. We remained against his all as our bodies cooled and we regained our breath. I eased back and my shaft slipped wetly out of him and I took him by the hand and we walked down the hallway and into his room. We continued through the bedroom until we were in the bathroom and I turned on the sink faucets and ran a washcloth under the warm flow of water.

“Ce que vous faites pour moi? ( What you do to me?) ” He murmured as his head lolled on my shoulder as I cleaned him up. I made a quick swipe over my groin and led my exhausted darling back into the bedroom. He had already turned down the sheets in preparation for our evening, but we never made it to the bed until now. I gently laid him down and he immediately curled himself into my chest the minute I settled in next to him, and not a second later he was breathing evenly and deeply, sounds asleep. I just settled in with a smile and soon I found myself falling into slumber with the last thought in my head about learning a bit of the French language.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Taylor…

  (The stunning Nick Auger as my idea of what Micah looks like––––>)

A/N- I am sad to say that after this chapter, there is only one more chapter and then the epilogue left and then we say au revoir to Evan and Taylor, but you never know where else they might show up…lol. Thanks for reading, and as usual you guys rock, xoxo*

 

Tying the last bow around the pristine white miniature cake box with the shimmering silver ribbon the bride had selected during her final consultation, I added it to the delivery crate that I will be personally accompanying the Hotel’s ballroom selected for the reception of the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Mathews.  The gigantic cake was boxed and painstakingly placed in placed in the crate for transport. I blew my bangs out of my face, sat back in my chair, and peeled my latex safety gloves off of my tired hands. God, the month of February is an one of the most hectic for the bakery, possibly the most hectic month out of the year for us next to Christmas and of course, June when a majority of people decided to tie the knot. The really whimsical romantics choose February to get hitched for the obvious holiday of love, Valentine’s Day.

This order was the seventh and last one for this week. I mentally checked the schedule in my head and I had one birthday party order for next Friday, and of course, Ellie’s wedding order for Saturday. No one in the bakery can forget Ellie’s order, why you ask? Well for one thing, I am dating her brother, it’s now common knowledge to everyone. Evan has met my grandparents, who he has managed to thoroughly charm, and he has also met all of the staff here at the bakery. But they have had to deal with Ellie’s last minute changes of detail to the cake decorations, her bouts of indecision, and even tears at one point about not making the right choice for a perfect cake for her perfect wedding. I swear if anything goes wrong on her wedding day, I think she will literally have some kind of psychotic break.

Her next issue had to do with her friends that were coming in from out of town for the ceremony and Evan’s lack of hospitality in regards to offering them a place to stay at his house. She went on and on that he had more than enough room to host company. And in a way, I was okay with his decision because the things he does to me and the embarrassing amount of noise I make when he is doing them would definiately not be polite for company. But I refrained from telling her that, so I had just nodded my head and made sympathetic noises. I damn sure didn’t offer to talk to him on her behalf like she was blatantly hinting for me to do. I just batted my innocent eyelashes at her and changed the subject back to her cake. 

I checked my watch and I carefully uncurled my aching body out of the chair I was sitting in. I heard the bones of my poor spine crack as they realigned back into their correct position when I got to my feet. I didn’t know if my stiffness was due to spending too many hours sitting here tying decorative bows around little boxes, or was it a result of Evan’s lovemaking and taking the full length of his monstorous cock that he buried himself as deep as he possibly could get into me the night before. I wasn’t complaining at all about his size because for some mind boggling reason, I could take his over abundance of his impressive endowment to the hilt if I am properly prepped first, and when I do, I enjoy having Evan fuck me to within an inch of my life.

Nothing can compare to the euphoric bliss and the mind altering trip he sends me on during and after sex.  I am sore for days afterwards but we deal with it, or I should say Evan deals with it. It was a good thing my man understands that everyday penetrative sex wasn’t in the cards right now for us. I needed my recovery time and Evan is such an ass man anyway. He is happy to play with my ass any way he can, with his fingers, his tongue, or just plain petting it or caressing my usually swollen entrance while he has me spread butt naked over his lap while  he watches TV, totally ass fixated that man is and I don’t mind it at all.

I made the necessary last minute checks on  the crate’s inventory to make sure we had everything we needed for the proper transport and presentation of our hard work. I needed to make a quick trip home to shower and change clothes after working all day. I needed to make myself presentable as a professional caterer. I am representing my grandparents business, and besides, it is good business to make the right impressions on the right people, word of mouth is still a very powerful advertising tool. The Hotel staff could always recommend us to potential clients, so can the food catering staff, the wedding planners, and even the guests and the bridal party. So presentation and professionalism is very important, its not only the cake or pastries, those speak for themselves. it is very much the face behind the beautiful creations.

I sent off a text message to our driver to make sure that he was going to right on time so that everything can be painstakingly loaded into the catering van. I was packing my into my bag when he sent me back a confirmation that he would be here on time. By the time I had everything ready to go, I realized that I still had an hour or so to spare and the idea struck me. I could drop of a few afternoon treats for my boyfriend. We haven’t laid eyes on each other since 5 o’clock this morning when I had to get up to start my day and final prep on the wedding cake for this evening. I returned to the kitchen and I quickly gathered a few of his favorite pastries and placed them in a bakery box. I made sure my Grand-pere was alright and I have last minute instructions to the staff before I threw my bag over my head, picked up Evan’s afternoon snack, and made my way across the street to his shop.

I hardly recognized Evan’s laugh, it was an all out boisterous bark of laughter, something I have heard more often over the last month or so, but never to this extent. I also heard a muffled converstation as I got closer but the smile on my face immediately evaporated once I got to his private space. To say I wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted me would have been an understatement. I stopped dead in my tracks in the open doorway and gaped at the two people standing in the middle of the room. Some big blonde guy with a military style buzz cut had his hands wrapped around Evan’s body, his big hands grabbed his ass as he shoved his tongue down my boyfriend’s throat. And said boyfriend didn’t seem to be protesting at all about being groped like a whore, as  matter of fact his eyes where closed and he returned the caress to the person that was obviously not me.

Tears pooled in my eyes, my vision blurred, and I could feel the very breath being squeezed out of my lungs as my heart constricted painfully in my chest. Oh God, what do I do, what do I say. Do I interrupt them, make my presence known and act like the jealous shrew of a boyfriend? Do I go off the rails and scream at the cheating bastard…But then the son of a bitch groaned like he was really into the fucking kiss and my shattered heart couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and bumped into two of his employees as they came down the hall heading towards the shop in the back. I dropped the pastry box and my face burned with embarassment. How many times have these guys heard me screaming and moaning as Evan worked my body like one of his precious bikes, and now here he was lip locked with someone else in front of the same people. I blindly ran out of there with bitter tears of regret and betrayal running down my face. I shoved past a shocked Ellie at the exit, and side stepped her when she tried to stop me to find out why I was so upset.

I made it to the sanctuary if my car, I started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. I dashed the tears from my eyes in order to see the road and my mind fragmented with the thought that I did everything I could to show the skittish man that there are people out there that are capable of showing and giving love. I loved him from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. I loved his surly, I don’t give a fuck attitude, and I especially loved those soft moments he reserved only for me. I didn’t rush him, I was patient with him and even though he never said the words outright, I had thought that he loved me too. But I guess that I was wrong, maybe it’s true, Evan is not capable of loving someone, and the episode in his office was proof to my blind eyes. If he loved me, there was no way he would have let someone in his personal space like that. He certainly wouldn’t have groaned like it was the best kiss he had ever gotten.

Somehow I found myself in the parking lot in front of my house. I had no idea how I got here, so I just dragged me battered body and my bruised heart out of the car and made my way indoors. My cellphone beeped and I pulled it off my waist and saw several missed calls and multiple messages from Evan. Fuck him, there is nothing he can say to me right now. I couldn’t talk to him, I had to numb my mind in order to  do my job this evening. I couldn’t go to a wedding and not smile and present the all important cake to a couple so deeply in love they wanted to share the rest of their lives together. It’s ironic that is what I wanted too, but all the love I have poured into that man wasn’t enough.

My shattered heart will have to wait until later to bleed all over the place. I shut my phone off altogether, locked my front door, and put on the security chain. I grabbed my suit and threw my toiletries in a bag along with a few changes of clothes. If I know Evan he is on his way here because I am ignoring his calls. I couldn’t fathom what he could possibly want to talk to me about other than to call an end to this farce of a relationship. I refused to let my mind dwell on how long he was probably seeing the other guy behind my back. I grabbed my stuff and hurried towards my front door. I peeked through the window and checked the parking lot and I saw no sign of Evan. So, I slipped out my front door, locked it, and made a mad dash for my car. Since I was going to the Hotel anyway, I was just going to get a room for a few days until I can deal with the pain that was threatening to overwhelm me. I just continued driving with hot painful tears pouring  out of my eyes, I couldn’t seem to make them stop and I don’t think they would stop anytime soon.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Evan…

(The beautiful Adam Gregory as my idea of Taylor––––>)

A/N, alas this is the last chapter before the epilogue. Please enjoy the video of John Legend’s, “All of Me.” I thought it fit our Evan and Taylor,  xoxo

“Well if it isn’t my motorcycyle geek.” A whiskey smooth voice drawled from the doorway of my office. A big smile spread across my face as I looked up in surprise from my never ending paperwork to see my friend Micah standing there looking like he just stepped off some glossy magazine cover. 

“Damn, but you are a sight for sore eyes. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I responded as I got up from behind my desk and met him half way in the middle of my office. Micah opened his arms to give me a hug, and I stepped into the embrace as those massive arms wrapped around me.

“I’m using the midget’s wedding invite as an excuse to come and see how ya’ll are doing….And it must be good, you grew up and filled out quite nicely.” He teased as his wayward hands patted over the muscles of my back and slid down to grip the globes of my ass. “Oh, what the hell, one for old times sake.” He smirked and before I could utter a word those firm lips planted themselves over mine and I just closed my eyes and indulged my long time friend for a second. It wasn’t until, he playfully started groaning like a porn star did I thrust him away from me and I playfully punched him in the shoulder. I thought I heard a commotion out in the hallway but Micah was trying to hit me back and I shrugged and side stepped him laughing the whole time at his antics.

“You still kiss like you took classes on it, but seriously we can’t joke around like that.” I warned him, we were still standing pretty close and Micah had one of my hands in his larger one. I was big but Micah was and always has been a huge motherfucker, he dwarfed me by a half a foot at least.

I was getting ready to tell him all about Taylor but Ellie barged into the room with fire in her eyes. At first, I thought she was gearing up to go into histrionics about something regarding her wedding but instead she screeched, “What the hell Evan, waht did you fucking do to Taylor that had him so upset. He was almost mindless as he ran out of here like the Devil himself was chasing after him.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckety friggin fuck.” Was the only thing that was running through my mind as my world dropped out from underneath my feet. And I meant that literally because Micah had to rush forward and haul me up when my knees gave out and I almost face planted on the floor. 

He dropped me onto the sofa on the other side of the room and I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and yanked in a pathetic attempted to get my mind in gear. “No, no, no. He must of seen our lip lock and assumed the worst. God dammit, I need to find him and explain.” I hollered as I jumped to my feet and sprinted out the door. I hopped over the spilled pastries that Stan was cleaning up off the hallway floor and my heart sank even more. He must have taken the time out of his busy day to bring me something special and he walked in on what he must have perceived as me cheating on him.

Hell, I haven’t done anything to make him feel secure enough in our relationship for him to feel he had the right to throw a fit and cuss me out when he caught us. I have been stalling and thinking of the perfect way to tell him that I love him, that he was it for me, and that he held my heart in this two dainty little hands. I know he’s been waiting to hear the words. I have tried my best to show him with my actions, but I know, I know the romantic that he is, he needed to hear those words from my lips and I haven’t said them, and now this fiasco. I dodged through traffic as I ran across the street to the bakery, but I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be there and I was right a minute later when Camille, the girl at the front confirmed my suspicions.

Stumbling back out of the bakery onto the sidewalk, I had to stop to try to rub the pain from around the area over my heart. A cold sweat broke over my skin and I felt like I was going to vomit. I couldn’t lose Taylor, not like this, not ever. My life is worth nothing unless my sunshine is in it. He came into my world and showed me that I was existing in the dark, and my sweet baby had no qualms about pulling my stubborn ass out to live in the light. I couldn’t go back to that dark place, I wouldn’t be able to survive after Taylor showed me how much joy I was making myself miss out on The real cause of that joy though was his very presence in my life. My hands shook as I pulled out my cell phone, it took me several tries but I managed to push the right button for his speed dial as I raced back to my shop for my bike.

It was a miracle that there weren’t any cops around, because I broke every speeding records there was as I raced towards his apartment. All of my calls were picked up by voice mail, and now the phone wasn’t even ringing anymore, it just went straight to his mailbox. I almost chucked my phone in frustration as I rounded the corner on his street. I felt my breath leave my body. I could already tell by the absence of his car in the parking lot that told me he wasn’t there either. But I rode right up to his door anyway and banged on it like a crazed lunatic before I leaned forward and pressed my helmet against the panel. I sob almost bubbled up out of my throat, but I stifled it and tried to pull myself together. I closed my eyes and I worked my brain to try to remember everything that we talked about last night and this morning. I tried my best to remember where he said the reception was going to be that he was delivering the cake this evening.

My eyes snapped open and I gunned the engine as I backed out and shot off back the way I had come from. I pointed the powerful motorcycle towards the highway and I aimed for downtown. The Hilton Gardens Hotel was my destination. Thank God, I actually listened to my little love when he talks about his day and the future plans. I owed him nothing less than to listen to him when he speaks to me, when he shares his feelings with me, and right now my gut churned with acid at the possibility that Taylor will throw me out of his life. How was I going to explain what he saw with his own two eyes and perceives as the truth, will he take the time to listen to me? Fuck, will I be able to convince him that Micah and I were just goofing around?

To be honest, when I think about it, if the roles were reversed and I had caught Taylor lip locked with someone I have never seen before, I would have gone bat-shit crazy. But I wouldn’t have left, I would have went ballistic right then and there. But that was just me, not my sensitive sweetheart and I can just imagine how his fragile heart must be hurting. I needed to make this right. I needed to be the man that he needs and stop hiding behind my own fears. I needed to open up and finally let him in, because he has shown me his feelings for me and that he will never hurt me for anything in this world. He has proven that he loves me, all of me, and everything about me. If I have to stalk him for the rest of our lives, I am prepared to do that if that is what it is going to take to get him to forgive me.

Just as I kicked the stand down on my bike my phone chirped a message notification and I fumbled and almost dropped the thing in my haste to see if it was a response from my baby. I was shocked to see Micah’s name pop up and I was even more shocked when I read the message instructing me to come to room 1411 on the fourteenth floor of the Hotel. I secured my bike and followed the parking garge signs to the elevator and impatiently pressed the button to call the elevator that will take me to the lobby of the pricey establishment. My heart was thudding away in my chest like a jack hammer. What was Micah doing here? Did he get to Taylor before I did, and how did he manage that? I will strangle that fucker with my bare hands if he made the situation even worse, long time friend or not. Finally the damn lift dinged and the doors opened and I stepped out into a marbled foyer. I didn’t even take the time to appreciate the elegance of my surrounding as I quickly located another set of cars that carried the guests upstairs.  

Once I got to the designated floor and I found the room number Micah has indicated in his text message, I stood there frozen with trepidation in front of the all white panel door with the gold embossed letters on it with my heart in my throat. If I couldn’t manage to convince Taylor that what he had witnessed back in my office earlier wasn’t what he thinks it is. If I couldn’t open my heart to let him see that I loved him more than I have ever known I was capable of loving somone, I was doomed. The past few hours alone not knowing if he was still mine made my nerves shot and my world dim a little around the edges. I drew an unsteady breath and lifted my hand to knock on the door. My blood pressure shot through the roof and I could feel the trickle of nervous sweat down the length of my spine. My hands were clammy and my mouth went completely dry. 

The door opened with a burst of air conditioned coolness that helped to calm my frazzled nerves just a little bit. I swore I felt like I was going to faint dead away like some fragile English rose, all this anxiety was going to kill me for sure. Micah reached out and put an understanding but steadying hand on my shoulder and ushered me into the cool interior of the room. He must have seen the questions in my eyes because he murmured. “Ellie asked his Grandfather where he would be and coaxed the old man to tell her.” He explained how he found my love. “I am sorry dude, I cornered him and tried my best to explain, but he is still pissed off at the both of us.” He warned me as he led me into another room, a very elegant sitting room. 

I wasn’t interested in anything other the beauty sitting in the chair by the window studiously studying the view outside rather than looking at me. I know he knew I was standing here. He was wearing a nice white button down dress shirt, fitted black cuffed slacks and shiny black dress shoes. He must have made his presentation of the cake downstairs already. His long slender fingers were worrying a soggy piece of tissue and his beautiful face was red blotchy and his eyes were wet and red rimmed from crying.

My gut clenched painfully at the sight and I quickly made my way across the room and I dropped to my knees right in front of him. “I am so sorry baby, Micah and I are friends, we were once a little more than that, but that was a very long time ago. We were goofing around being morons like old times. You have to believe me baby, we are nothing but good friends. He has his girl and I have you. I shouldn’t or I should say we shouldn’t have allowed it but it just fun and games and I am sorry you had to see it and that it hurt you. That is something I have never ever wanted to do.” I pleaded with him, but he still wouldn’t look at me.

Taylor was trembling and his pretty pink bottom lip was quivering. His eyes still remain glued out the window so I took a deep breath and took his soft little hands in mine. I felt him stiffen but I refused to let him go. I leaned forward and kissed both of his hands. “Taylor, I love you. I have loved you for a while now but I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to give you a grand show of my affections, something to show you exactly how much I care about you. Baby, you came into my life and made a believer out of me, you showed me how to live, love, and laugh my love. You showed me happiness for the first time in my life. Baby, I am so, so sorry I hurt you with our foolishness. I promise to never do it again because hurting you, I hurt myself. I. Love. You. Please, please forgive me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to my love, But please, please say that you still care and that I haven’t ruined what we have. I want to grow old with you. Fifty years from now you will still be the love of my life and I will cherish the gift of your heart with all that I am.” I choked with emotion on the last sentence and he finally turned those gorgeous eyes towards me.

I heard Micah quietly whisper that it was time for him to go followed by the soft click of the outer door closing. Taylor’s watery eyes were still glued to my face, and I felt a tear slide out of the corner of my eye but I refused to let his hands go long enough to wipe it away. My little love shook one of hands free and wiped the tear off my cheek with his delicate fingers. “My heart splintered into a million pieces when I saw Micah kissing you like that this afternoon. It’s going to take time for it to heal itself back together and a majority that healing is going depend on you and your actions. I felt that if you really loved me horsing around or not, you would have never allowed another man’s lips on yours. If I forgive you, I want you  to think before you act. You are not alone anymore. Every action you take have consequences and they directly affect me, so be careful of your actions in the future.” He warned me and I vigorously nodded my head in understanding at him.

“I knew being with you was going to be a challenge, that loving you was going to prove to be a difficult task, especially with your background of mistrust in the emotion. But I have given you everything that I am and today you nearly killed me and betrayed all the faith and trust that I have placed in you. I have given you my heart and you have severely injured it. You will have to work hard to repair it and rebuild that faith and trust. I will forgive you this time, but Evan, if you ever hurt me again, you will lose me forever.” Taylor stated with such a look of seriousness on his face, it broke me and the sob that I have been suppressing for the last few hours broke free and I buried my face in his stomach and sobbed like a baby. I promised him in between gut wrenching sobs that I will never consciously hurt him ever again. I told him how much I loved him over and over again. 

I cried and I released all my pent up pain, the anxiety and the feelings of anxiousness that I felt over the possibility of losing him forever as I knelt at his feet. I was totally belonged to him, mind, body, and soul. And when the storm of my emotions passed the love of my life was kneeling on the floor with me. His slender arms held me close to the shelter of his body. Taylor gave me a wobbly tentative smile and whispered those sweet words, “I love you.” And I felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. I clutched him tightly to me as my heart pounded away in my chest. I sighed and buried my face in his hair and inhaled his unique sent. I silently thanked every Deity there was that he loved me and we were on the road to recovery, and my heart was finally content.

The End

A/N=Epilogue to follow after this. I hope ya’ll are happy now…lol Thank you so very much for taking Evan and taylor’s journey with me. I truly appreciated the comments the votes and the encouragement to continue. You all are the reason I write. xoxo Dianna

Epilogue

Epilogue

Taylor…

(The Wedding Cake–––––>)

One year later

 

“Evan, oh God…Stop, I mean, ugh…Don’t stop.” I panted like a crazy person as he swirled his warm wet tongue over the sensitive flesh around the striated star of my clenched entrance. I was going to be exhausted in the morning if Evan kept me up any later than he already has. Grand-mere has been going on and on all week about a V.I.P. customer coming in for a cake consultation and tomorrow was the day for it. It must be someone extremely important because she has had everyone working in a tizzy for the past week. The bakery has been cleaned to the point that you could eat of the floor if you so desired. She kept up a grueling pace and a flurry of activity despite my repeated pleas for her to slow down, and she wouldn’t even tell me who this person was that had her so worked up.

“Ah.” I screamed as the front of my body shot up off the arm of the sofa, but I was quickly pushed forward by Evan’s big hand planted in between my shoulder blades. My legs trembled and my blood rushed through my veins like liquid fire. Evan curled his wicked tongue and pushed the tip into my hole. I shivered as I felt him spear the organ into my channel. His warm saliva dripped down the crease of my ass and coated my tight balls. The cooling liquid on my nuts just added to the throbbing pulse of my leaking cock.

I groaned into the cushions of the couch and Evan continued to mercilessly prepare my quivering entrance. His hands were now on each globe of my butt cheeks as he spread me wide open to his invading tongue. He roughly kneaded them before he jiggled them, and he grunted his pleasure whenever he gave me a firm squeeze. I don’t ever think that my man was going to get tired of playing with my ass.

I whimpered when he drew away and mumbled, “Fucking perfect.” A second before I felt a thick finger replace his tongue. I heard the pop of the lube cap opening and I felt the swish of air as Evan dropped his pajama pants around his ankles. I blew out my breath and pushed out as his finger popped into my entrance, and I felt my inner muscles quiver then clench as it pulled the digit deeper into my body. The burn of his invasion had me arching my back with my mouth gaped open in a silent scream. I thrust my ass back on his hand and silently egged him on for more, and Evan did disappoint me as he stuck another fat digit into my body. He pegged my prostate and I saw stars behind my clenched eyelids.

He bent over my back, his free hand wrapped around my turgid member, and he began to slowly stroke the length of my shaft. His warm chest was pressed against my back and crudely whispered in my ear. “I am going to fuck this tight ass until my cock and your butt is raw, and then I am going to kiss that pretty little pink hole before I put you to bed baby.”

I couldn’t even form the words necessary to answer him as he worked another finger into my chute, three fingers full and I was panting and grinding against his hand like a slut. He scissored me open, added a glob of spit to his invading fingers, and continued to prepare me for his monster rod. “So fucking sweet, so hot and tight, and so mine baby. You going to be a good boy and take all of my cock. I want to bury myself to the hilt, my love. I am going to fuck you so hard and so deep you won’t know where I start or where you end.”

Evan removed his fingers and I felt the cold dribble of more lube as he squirted the bottle over my hole, and then the wide blunt bulbous head of his giant member rubbed the fluid around and then into me as he pushed the head inside. I hissed at the burn as his girth speared me wide open. “Fuck yeah.” My man groaned as he pushed inch by painstaking inch until he was buried deep inside my quivering channel. My greedy inner walls worked furiously to suck him even deeper into me.

His big hand once again slapped me in the middle of my back as he pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. His foot nudged my legs wider apart and his hips snapped forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Evan’s heavy balls slapped against my butt cheeks and all the air whooshed out of my lungs with the power of his thrust, and I nearly lost my balance and toppled over the couch if I didn’t catch myself with my arms pressed into the cushions.

My lover waited until he felt some of the tension leak out of my muscles before he began to slowly glide himself in and out of me, a moan of sheer bliss bubbled out of me and I arched my back for deeper penetration. Evan growled and picked up the pace, he plunged in and out of my body, faster and deeper until my shaft was slapping against the couch. I was bucked forward only to be pulled backwards by the strong hands holding my hips. His fingers dug into my skin but I didn’t care and Evan pounded me senseless.

“Gah.” I cried out as he gave me one more powerful spine tingling thrust and the head of his cock rammed right into my prostate and I came like a high power pressure hose, my body twitched and jerked as he continued to circle sinful hips making me ride out the razor’s edge of my release. I could feel his come seeping out of me around the girth of his thick shaft. Evan purred like a contented tiger in my ear and he stoked me down off my sexual high.

I laid there boneless, slumped over the arm of the chair, sweaty, wet, and drained of all my energy. Evan gently withdrew from my body and he lifted me into his arms. He had to practically hold me upright with one hand as he helped me into the shower to bathe. He handled me like I was the most delicate possession he owned and it never ceased to make me smile. Over the last many months of our relationship we have managed to patch things up and I have learned to trust my man again after that fiasco with Micah.

I had simply pointed out to him how he felt about cheating partners, and I painted the picture for him of how he would feel if he had found me lip locked with one of my friends. I made him see that what he thought was a simple innocent kiss between two friends goofing around was not so innocent after all, and my man’s behavior has been stellar ever since. Evan hasn’t given me not one cause to doubt him ever since, and he even went as far as arranging a discussion with Micah present so that I can see for myself that there was nothing between them anymore other than friendship. I had even met his girlfriend Bethany a time or two when we went to visit him in the city and it was an eye opening experience when we went to his club.

Evan lowered me onto the cool sheets of our bed and climbed in behind me and I immediately curled into his broad chest and cuddled in. I had moved into Evan’s house, more like he moved me in shortly after Ellie’s wedding. He said that I needed to be with him more on a daily basis so that he could prove to me that my faith and love in him was not misplaced after all. But if you asked me, I just think he wanted more access to that one part of my body that he would love to live in if he could. I yawned as he kissed me on my forehead and that was the last thing that I remembered before I drifted off into an exhausted slumber.

The next time my eyes popped open, it was to the annoying sound of the alarm I had set the night before. I slapped the offending device effectively making it shut up and I reached across the bed for Evan’s warmth, but my hand made contact with cold sheets. I lifted my head up and looked around the room, but there was no sign of him. When I plopped back down my hand made contact with a piece of paper and I turned my head to see it sticking up from his pillow and I picked it up to read it.

Evan had left the note to remind me that he had an early start this morning because he was finishing up a custom job on a bike he built for a demanding customer. Now that I have gotten used to sharing a bed with Evan, I missed his blanket hogging self when he isn’t there when I wake up in the morning.  I took another glance at the clock and sighed heavily, it was time to get up and start my day. At least I didn’t have to get up in the bitter cold at whatever o’clock in the morning to open the kitchens for the chefs to prepare and bake the pastries for the day. It was Camille’s turn to do this month as assistant pastry chef, the position she received when she graduated from culinary school.

Performing my morning routine quickly, I went into the closet to get dressed. Grand-mere insisted that I wear a suit today since her very important client had the first and only appointment this morning. I chose a charcoal grey slim fit suit and I paired it with a black tie and black dress shoes. My outfit should make her happy. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my keys, wallet, and cell phone before taking my coat off the rack by the door and shrugged into it. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and punched in the alarm code before leaving the house.

I made a mad dash through the frigid wind towards my car. God, its times like this that I really wished that I lived somewhere like a tropical island or something. This cold ass weather made you want to hibernate indoors until it warmed up again. I started my little Mini Cooper and cranked the heat to high and let the engine throttle and warm up before I was on my way. By the time I pulled into the parking lot behind the café I was nice and warm, and I pouted because I had to get out of the car and into the stinging wind all over again. But I just braced myself and rushed through the back doors and into the blessed heat of the kitchen.

My nose was immediately assaulted with the heavenly smells of all the pastries and the morning delicacies that were being prepared as I unwrapped myself and hung up my coat. I made a beeline for the coffee machine. I could have gone for a nice creamy cup of steamed Chocolat, but I needed the extra boost of caffeine from the dark French roast coffee. I poured a nice big mug of steaming coffee and I was about to take that first heavenly sip when my lovely Grand-mere burst through the kitchen door and her determined gaze zeroed in on me.

“Enfin, vous etes ici. Bonne chère matin. (Finally, you are here. Good morning dear.)” She said as she sauntered over to my side and I leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Bonjour ma belle. (Good morning my beautiful.)” I greeted her and she just giggled in response and straightened my tie.

“You look very dashing Taylor, please make sure you don’t spill anything on yourself until after the client leaves. I will be conducting the consultation myself when they arrive, but I want you to meet them at some point during the meeting and do what you do with your charm. This is going to be one of the most important events that this bakery will ever cater.” She says before she fills a plate with delicate crepes and berries for me.

“Are you finally going to tell me who this person or people are? You are being very tight lipped about their identity.” I stated as I took the plate from her and tried my best not to stuff the whole thing in my mouth.

She shrugged a dainty shoulder at me. “There is no need for you to know who they are, just know that they like all of our customers are very important to me and to our business.”

My lovely patted me on my cheek and walked off towards the office. I just shrugged and continued to inhale my breakfast. When I was done, I placed the dirty dishes in the clean up area and went down the hall to my office. I sat behind the desk and powered up the computer. I spent a little time going over the payroll and then I brought up the bakery’s schedule. Our client was due to arrive at 10 a.m. and Grand-mere will spend at least a half hour on paperwork and presentation. That meant that she is going to want me to make an appearance no later than 10:30. I checked the time on the corner of the computer screen and it was only 9:45 so I had a little time. I went back to the accounting software to make sure that our wonderful employees got their compensation for all their hard work.

By the time 10:15 rolled around I was nervous. I stood and made my way to the employee lounge and I checked my reflection the full length mirror behind the door. I pulled the cuffs of my shirt down and ran my fingers through my hair to tidy it a bit. I took a deep breath, this was as pretty as I was going to get. I made sure that there was nothing in my teeth and I opened the door and casually walked through the kitchen and the dining area. I found it a little strange that the café wasn’t bustling with customers; the place actually looked empty but maybe Grand-mere closed breakfast early so that she could focus on her V.I.P. customer.

I made it to the closed door of the consultation room and I made sure I placed a bright smile on my face before knocking once and opening the door. I stepped inside and my jaw hit the floor at the sight before me. I stood there frozen to the spot; I had no words at the sight of Evan standing in the middle of the dimly lit room. My man was dressed to the nines in a black Armani suit; he paired it with a crisp white shirt and a silky black neck tie. His shoes were polished and just wow, he looked amazing, a big change from his everyday jeans and leather.

My mind was so scrambled; I didn’t have the wherewithal to ask all the questions that was rambling through my head. Through the corner of my eye, I saw my grandparents along with a very pregnant Ellie and her husband standing off to the side of the room. I watched wide eyed as Evan walked over to me, he held out his hand and I placed my trembling one his and he led me across the room. We came to a stop on front of one of the display tables, and sitting in the center of the table was a stunning pristine white three tier Wedding cake covered in the most gorgeous array of red and white roses, the traditional colors of the upcoming Valentine’s Day holiday.

I blinked at the cake and then up at Evan’s smiling face and my dumbfounded mind momentarily unlocked itself for me to stupidly utter. “I thought this was supposed to be a cake consultation. I don’t understand…”

“It is a Wedding cake consultation babe, it’s ours. Look on top of the cake.” Evan instructed as my eyes flashed back to the masterpiece on the table. I leaned closer and I felt my breath leave my body and I began to tremble all over again. My hand covered my mouth to stifle the sob that was threatening to bubble out of my throat and my eyes overflowed with hot emotional tears. I watched as Evan plucked the gorgeous diamond and gold ring from amongst the full bloom roses, and my man got down on one knee right there in front of our family and the beautiful cake he has chosen for us.

“Taylor Dubois, you came into my life when I thought that I had everything I wanted already and showed me I was living a lie. You saw me, the real me through all of my bluster and crudeness. You are like a ray of sunshine that shone brightly even in the darkest corners of my world and you taught me that real love exists. With your beauty, your gentleness, and most of all your patience, you have taken me from dark, removed the shutters from my eyes, and you brought into the light with your unconditional love. Baby, I want to return the favor, I want to show you, our family, and the whole world that I love you and that I am proud to love you. I am humbled that you have chosen me to give your heart to and today in this room and for the rest of our lives; I give my heart to you. You make my heart content, so will you please do me the honor and make me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?” I watched as he got misty eyed on the last part of his heart stopping proposal and that did it for me.

The sob that I was holding broke free, my knees gave out, and I dropped to my knees in front of him and threw my arms around his neck and buried my face under his chin. I remembered that he was waiting for my answer, and I just nodded my head, “yes,” from my hiding space and held my hand out so that he could place the ring on my finger. I vaguely heard my family cheering in the background but I was too preoccupied trying to wrap my thoughts around the most beautiful proposal that had ever come into creation. I continued to cry happy tears as Evan’s strong arms squished me even tighter to his broad chest. And I knew this was exactly where I belonged, in the arms of my man for the remainder of our days.

**A/N- another journey completed. Thank you everyone, I enjoyed writing Taylor and Evan’s story. I loved all your comments and I truly apprecaite all your votes and encouragement. Thank you, I love you all, xoxo