His fingers are digging into my scalp, holding me down as he thrusts his hips up towards me, and I love it, because that means he's into it. I moan as I slip further down, using my tongue to run across the head, holding him in my mouth as I suck harder.
"Merry, that feels so good."
His hands work against my bra; he's pulling the cups down and exposing my tits to the chilly air. He pulls them forward, using them to envelope his cock as he pulls my mouth off of him.
"Just a second." He breathes deeply, panting. "Let me do this for just a second."
And he glides his wet length between my breasts, pushing up into them, fucking them hard. The look of concentration on his face is hot, especially when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Eventually he opens his eyes and takes it all in.
"This I the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen, Merry. I can't believe you're lettin' me titty-fuck you in the parking lot of the bakery."
Neither can I, but everyone needs to let their freak flag fly sometimes. He looks as if he's fighting something and then stops. "Your mouth again, please." He gulps a huge breath of air.
I offer him another smirk as I lean up to kiss him on the lips. I pull back, and before I go down again, I give him words that I've wanted to give for a long time. "This is completely my pleasure, babe, and this time…don't stop until you come. I'll take it." The promise is there in my voice, and the way his eyes heat up, I know I've said the right thing.
This time when I go down, my mouth and throat are already relaxed, and I don't have to work his cock in the way I had to before. I immediately take him, bottoming out on the first push downward.
"Son of a bitch." He growls above me.
I don't think he was expecting that, so I pull back and do it again. My goal today is to completely rock his world. Using my free hand, I reach down and cup his balls in between my fingers. They tighten as I slowly pull them away from his body. Glancing up, I notice he's leaning back in the seat, almost lying completely down as he shoves his hips toward me. He's still got one hand tangled in my hair, holding me down over top of him, and the other is gripping the back of the seat. His abs expand and contract, mesmerizing me, as his stomach works overtime getting breath inside his lungs.
"Merry, fuck, I'm almost there," he's warns me, his hips pumping faster.
Knowing he's closer, I double my efforts, running my tongue up and down his length, using my saliva to give me more lubrication, and digging my nails into his thighs. I urge him as I pull my mouth up, almost off, and then slide back down, hard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he's chanting, as his balls draw up tight to his body, and I want him to come more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. Sucking extra hard, I hollow out my cheeks, he moans, and his heat spills down my throat.
His fingers grip my hair, pulling tightly, holding me there as I take everything he's got to give. As I swallow, I feel like I've run a marathon. Finally lifting my mouth off of him, I rest it on his stomach, hearing his labored breathing, and give myself a pat on the back.
Something tells me this may have been the most important blowjob of my life.
Chapter Twelve
Merry
"There's a freaking parking lot full of people out there," I yell at Beckett as I take a look out the front window of the bakery. "They were following the plow truck," I laugh.
"Two things. At least they weren't here yesterday morning, and obviously they know good food when they taste it," he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling my back to his front.
"That's the nicest compliment you could have given me."
"Oh there's plenty more where that came from," he grins, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. "But I do have a question before we open this door and let everyone in."
"What's your question?" I roll my lips together, wondering if I know what he's going to ask what I want to know the answer to, as well.
"When we open that door, are we going to pretend like we didn't just spend the night together? Are you going to be ashamed of seeing me in the daylight in front of everyone else?"
The words hit me square in the chest. "If you're okay with it. I don't want to hide anything we've done."
"Well you're not going to be able to," his eyes dance as he teases me. "You have a hickey the size of a quarter on the side of your neck. Everyone knows we've been in here together, and I have a feeling they'll know exactly who gave it to you."
My hand immediately goes to the side he sunk his teeth into earlier. "No doubt. It's not like I've been harboring some secret man that I'm scared to tell anyone about."
When people start getting out of their trucks and SUV's, I run over to open the door. "Merry, Beckett, how long have you all been here?" Someone asks as they come in. They're buried in the crowd, and I'm unsure of who asked the question.
We look at one another. "The past two nights, so we could make sure everything was ready for you all," I answer truthfully, leaving out just how naked we spent those nights.
Lucas and Holly grin at the both of us. "I'm sure that was hard," she says. "Ya know, not being able to be at home, having to be together in close quarters."
"There was probably one thing hard," Lucas chuckles.
She smacks him in the chest. "You had to take it too far."
"Baby, joking about sex is never too far. It's what gets me through."
"Maybe she wanted it to be her secret," Holly argues.
"Did you want me to be your secret? Before I asked?" Beckett stands in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Maybe when I very first started looking at you like someone other than my employee, but I was worried about what people would say. Now I don't care. I own the business, I can do whatever I want," I smile up at him.
Uncrossing his arms, he gets closer to me. "As long as you don't want me to be your dirty little secret," he puts his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans.
I gaze up, giving him a wink. "You can be dirty all you want, but you'll never be my secret."
Epilogue
Beckett
A Year Later
"Are you ready to shut it down for the day?" I ask Merry when the final customer leaves right before closing time.
"Yes," she sighs, rubbing her eyes. "I'm really tired today."
No one knows our little secret. It's fun having something that's just ours. In the life I had before I came to Blizzard Bluff, I kept my secrets close. I never allowed anyone in. Since Merry and I got married in April, I've been sharing everything with this town. They stop me on the sidewalks or wherever they see me, asking when I'm going to come back to work at the bakery. They wonder how Merry and I are getting along, are we planning on staying here, or moving to a bigger city?
At first, it was disconcerting since I've never had this many people in my business before. I had to come to the conclusion that everyone was worried about Merry. They wanted to make sure she was taken care of.