Rather than let me speak, his lips captured mine in what I expected to be a hard kiss of desire and passion. Instead, it was gentle, flowing, and rippling like the lake behind us while he showed me with his body that his words were true.
He loved me.
His thumbs stroked my temple when he pulled back to gaze into my eyes. His blue ones were wide open and searching. “I know you don’t feel the same way, but I’m hoping that given enough time, you will fall in love with me the way I have with you.”
My head tipped to the sky that peeked at me from between the leaves of the tree. I laughed happily, which he wasn’t expecting. His fingers tightened against my hips, whether to hold me there or to make sure I didn’t fall, I wasn’t sure.
“Brady, I do love you. I’m just terrible at showing it. I always have been. You have to understand that I don’t know ho—”
His lips silenced mine, and he flipped me around, pinning me up against the tree and shoving his tongue inside my mouth. His passion ignited, I was going to have to ride his wave until it ebbed back out into the middle of the lake. There was no talking to him when his dick was a hard rod against my belly, and his tongue was most of the way down my throat.
He ripped his lips from mine and buried his face in my neck, a moan low on his lips. His hips thrust against my belly to relieve his pain while he suckled my neck for a breath. “You’re so fucking incredible,” he whispered, inhaling deeply. “Beautiful, talented, and you do things to me no one ever has before.” He sucked gently at my collarbone for a moment while a shudder traveled through him. He would leave a mark, but my chef’s coat would cover it, so I didn’t stop him. Instead, I buried my hands in his hair and brought his lips back to mine.
“I love you, Brady,” I whispered again. “Why did we wait so long to admit it?”
He cupped my cheek and smiled, his forehead coming down to rest against mine. “You were scared, and I understood that. I’m done waiting, though, do you understand?” I heard his zipper chatter as it went down, and then his dick was hard and bobbing against the front of my pants.
“Brady, put that away! We’re in public.”
His laugh was naughty, steamy, and sexy in a way I’d never heard before. “Stick with me, kid. You’ll have lots of new experiences. The first is making love by the lake up against a tree. We’re the only ones here besides the geese and the fish.”
He kissed me, his lips anxious, and his hands busy. He pried my lips open again with his tongue and worked my pants down with his hands. What the hell were we doing? We were going to get caught, and I’d be the one with my pants around my ankles. Then again, he’d be the one with his dick hanging out. Someone would have to be walking right in front of the tree to see us, but it still felt carnal.
His hand traveled to my core, where I was already dripping wet for him. He rubbed to the rhythm of his tongue in my mouth, and when I was nearly coming in his arms, he pushed me up against the tree and entered me, our heights, and hearts, perfectly aligned.
I grasped his shoulders while he held my hips and drove himself into me. “I’m not going to last long,” I hissed, the sensations different than any I’d ever felt before. This was more primal, and when he thrust forward, he sent zaps of electricity through me, dragging a moan from my lips each time. “I’m going to come, Brady,” I cried, my body starting to shake from the pleasure building within my core.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him in a hug, so I pressed my face into his coat and came with his name on my lips, muffled but none less powerful.
“Haylee,” he sighed, his chin over my shoulder as I shuddered in his arms. My muscles rippled over him in synchronized rhythm, and he rose up on the balls of his feet and thrust upward deeper, harder—burying himself over and over, dragging out my orgasm while his started to build. “Fuck, I can’t stop,” he moaned. Then he filled me with his love and tenderness until my orgasm pulled every last drop of him into me.
Brady fell back to his heels, and a sound ripped from his throat that could only be described as satisfied. “I’ll never get enough of you, cupcake,” he promised while he tucked himself back inside his pants and zipped them, then worked mine up and over my ass, after copping a feel. “How was your first quickie in the park?”
“Orgasmic,” I said on a chuckle. I stroked his cheek with my thumb until he leaned back in for a kiss.
“For the record,” he whispered, his forehead braced against my shoulder. “You’re not terrible at showing your love. I felt all of it just now when you trusted me enough to let yourself go under a tree in a public park. That will always be enough for me. You will always be enough for me.”
I nodded, a smile tipping my lips up. “I just want to be happy for the first time in my life. You make me happy. That tells me something in here,” I said, tapping my chest.
“I hope it tells you that I’d do anything for you, be anything you need me to be, and protect you at all costs. Can I ask you something?” I nodded, a question in my eye. “Will you be my girlfriend? Like officially? Can I finally tell people that I’m dating the spectacular Haylee Davis?”
“I would love to be your girlfriend,” I whispered, my heart melting with his question. “At least when we’re upstairs or out here. In the bakery, I’m still your boss.”
He laid a kiss on me then that had my lips stinging from the intensity and heat. “Downstairs, you’re the boss of me. Upstairs, I’m the boss of you when we’re in that bed. I can accept those terms,” he hissed, his hands grasping my ass tightly.
“Hey, that’s not what I said!” I exclaimed, pushing against his chest while he laughed.
“You’re right, but that’s what I heard. You and I both know that’s the best of both worlds. You in my arms every night, and your sweet ass nestled against my belly as we sleep. If I have that, I’m happy forever.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed. “Me, too. I love you,” I said on a whisper as the breeze stole my words and carried them out across the water to be blessed by the moonbeam and the waves.
“Not as much as I love you,” he promised. “But Amber won’t love either of us if we don’t get to work.”
I straightened my clothes then followed him out from under the tree. “I know you’re right, but I don’t have to like it.”
He slung his arm around me again as we made the trip back to the bakery quickly. “I’ll do the bread while you do the cupcakes. We’ll be done in no time, and we can catch a nap before the competition,” he promised, a kiss to my temple while I unlocked the door of the bakery.
“Well, now you’ve jinxed us for sure,” I teased, rubbing my ass against his groin on my way by him to the cooler to grab the first round of cupcakes.
The moan that tore from him filled me with unparalleled satisfaction.
Twenty
The bakery was quiet, which wasn’t something I could say often. There was no hum of the mixer, ding of the bell over the door, or chatter by the counter. It was just me preparing the bins we’d need to take with us to the fairgrounds while Brady ran upstairs to shower.