His hands move into my hair, and he tugs my head to the side. It's enough for his tongue to drive deeper, and my heart to beat faster. Our lips feverishly tangle, our tongues lick and wrap and coil together.
I let out a slow exhale as my body bends against the hood. Nick presses himself in closer, his body arching over mine. He slides a hand down my side and slips it into my pants. Cupping my pussy, he rubs his palm against my clit.
Moaning, I dig my heels into the bumper and spread my legs wider. “I need you, Nick, I need you here and now.”
Nick growls low as he pulls his hand from my pants and tears the button open. There's so much desire in his hands, it makes me hot and wet. Lifting my hips, he shifts my pants down, and pulls his dick out.
He's hard, firm, and stroking his cock up and down as he licks his lips. “I've needed you since the second I laid eyes on you.”
He rubs his engorged tip up and down my pussy, teasing me, drawing out more moans as it drags over my clit. I can feel my body melting, dripping, my pussy clenching at air, eager for his cock to be inside.
In one quick thrust, he pushes his dick deep, and I feel completely filled up. Nick lets out a thick grunt as his palms clutch the hood by my head and he pulls his hips back.
There's a moment between us, where our eyes are on each other and every sound around us goes quiet. I can hear my heart beating in my chest, and the sound of my breathing as I inhale and exhale.
Nick's eyes hold mine, and I suddenly realize how much I need this man in my life. I feel grounded and whole. I feel unstoppable in a world with walls.
He drives back in hard and fast, causing me to arch back and tip my head. My eyes snap shut as a rush of tingles zip up and down my body. Fireworks explode in my mind as the orgasm spreads through my body.
My body unfurls as Nick thrusts hard and deep. He's savage, digging the tips of his fingers into the metal hood as he fucks me like I'm the air he needs to breathe. With one hard thrust, Nick moans as his face falls against my chest. His cock throbs and twitches as it fills me with hot cum.
Twisting his face, Nick relaxes on my chest. His hands grip my shoulders and he holds me like he's afraid I'm going to jump up and run off.
But I'm not going anywhere. I love him. Nick owns me, he owns my body, my heart, and my soul.
Love isn't something you can plan or manipulate. You can have it and lose it, you can own it and let it go.
In the end, love does what it wants, and it finds you when you least expect it.
I'm so glad love came back to me.
Epilogue
Nick
Six Months Later
Pushing open the door to the bakery, I'm holding a heavy box, full of the new menus.
“Hello?” I call out, setting the box on the table and wiping the sweat from my forehead. I listen for a second, expecting to hear someone answer me back, but all I get is silence. “Hello?” I ask again, about to go into the kitchen.
“Hey, baby, you're here early.” Misty's hands are covered in flour as she pushes through the kitchen door. Wiping her hands on a towel, she smiles and comes in to kiss me. “Was the traffic bad?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “It wasn't bad at all. I left early enough to miss the morning rush.”
“That's good,” she says, her eyes floating to the box. “Are those the new menus?” she asks excitedly. Shaking my head yes, she darts for the box. “I thought they'd never come.”
Our life looks a little different these days. We fell in love with this town, and we just couldn't stay away. So, we took another chance together.
We uprooted our lives and decided to give change a try. Misty is the new specialty cake baker, and I mostly focus on managing the bakery.
Birthdays, holidays, weddings, Misty can make anything, and she's damn good at it.
She still helps with marketing for all the stores, and Vanessa couldn't be happier. She loves knowing the bakery is in good hands.
The pace here is a little slower, which I actually really enjoy. The roads aren't packed with cars, honking horns and smog filled air.
“They're gorgeous,” Misty says, holding one up and flipping through the pages. “I love them! They came out so good.”
“So, are you almost done here? We're still on for our dinner date tonight, right?”
“We are, but. . .” she says pausing, dropping the menu back into the box, and holding up two fingers. “I've got something to show you first.”
“All right, what is it?” Leaning back against the table, I grip the edge with my hands.
Misty smiles, throwing open palms in my face. “Wait right here, don't move.”
“Okay,” I say with a laugh. “Should I close my eyes too?”
She gives me a look that basically tells me to stop being a smartass as she disappears behind the kitchen door.
Crossing one leg over the other, I grab a menu and flip through. It feels like she's gone for ages. Dropping the menu back into the box, I cross my arms.
“Did you get lost?” I ask, calling out to her. “We do have reservations, you know.”
“Give me a minute, I'm just finishing it up,” she calls back.
Pulling my phone out, I look at the clock. The bakery's been closed for over an hour, no one else is here, and she doesn't have any new orders that I'm aware of.
The door opens as she pushes it with her back. She's got something in her hands and as she turns I realize it's a cake.
Her smile is big, broad, and glowing. “I made you something.”
“It's not my birthday for another three weeks.”
“I know, but I was excited and I couldn't wait.” She sets it down on one of the tables, and takes a step back.
Walking forward, I tip my head, trying to figure out what the hell is on the cake. “What is that?” I ask.
It's a small, round, two layer cake. The frosting is pastel green, with a lattice pattern that crisscrosses all around the sides. There are handmade fondant flowers, and candy pearls all over it.
Leaning over I read the words written across the top. 'Coming soon. . .'
“Coming soon? What's coming soon?” I ask as I cock a brow and look up at her.
Misty is holding out a small plastic stick, her eyes glossy as she smiles and sniffles at the same time.
“What? What's that?” She nudges it in my direction and I take it. Holding it lightly with both hands, I see two thin blue lines in a clear window.
What the hell is—
Wait. . . Is she. . .
My eyes jump up to hers and she sees the recognition and question on my face. Nodding quickly, tears start to fall down her cheeks as her smile grows wider.
“We're having a baby, Nick.”
“A baby,” I say, my voice teetering in curiosity like it's some type of joke. “We're really having a baby?”
Misty nods excitedly, and rests both her hands on her belly. “We're having a baby.”
Wrapping my arms firmly around her, I lift her off her feet and spin her around. “I can't believe we're having a baby,” I say, planting kisses up her neck and around her face. I kiss her chin and cheek, her neck and her nose. I flutter more kisses down her throat and across the exposed skin of her chest.