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“Cake.” He smiled.
“Cake?” She cocked her head.
What the fuck? He wants dessert now?
“Yes, cake. You love it. I love it. C’mon, who doesn’t love cake?”
“My dad.” She half-shrugged. “We have to get him a birthday pie.”
“Never mind him.” Jesse chuckled. “I have this slice of sinfully delicious mocha caramel cake and I have a slice of exquisitely sweet coconut cake—I love them both and I would never be able to choose just one. I’m selfish though—I want to keep both slices of cake for myself. But because I love you, I want to share my mocha cake with you and for you to love it like I do—it gives me great joy to see how much you love my cake.”
“I’m coconut cake now, Jesse?”
“With cherries on top.” His lips met hers and he whispered into her mouth, “I love my coconut cake.”
Chloe sat back in his lap and smirked. “I think you want to have your cake and eat it too.”
“Of course I do.” He grinned. “There’s no point in having cake if you don’t get to eat it, right?”
She pursed her lips. “What flavor of cake are you?”
His finger dipped into her pussy and he rubbed her clit before bringing it to his mouth. “Mm, what flavor do you want me to be?”
“Carrot.”
He laughed. “Carrot cake? Why carrot?”
“It’s sweet and spicy all at once.” She grabbed the ends of his hair. “I don’t know if I’ll even like your mocha caramel cake.”
He held onto her nipples and kissed her. “You’re going to love my cake, I promise.”
She looked into his hopeful blue eyes. “Why can’t you just love coconut cake?”
Jesse brushed the hair from hair face and held her to him. “My sweet girl.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ve loved Taylor for so long—probably since I was eleven. We’ve been through happy times and sad ones together—I wouldn’t have survived my dad’s death without him. My dick gets hard for him the same way it gets hard for you. He’s a part of me, just like my arm is a part of me. I can’t cut off my arm—hurt him to love only you. And I can’t hurt you to love only him. Don’t you see, Chloe? You’re as much a part of me as he is. I need both of my arms to be happy and whole.”
“What about Taylor? What does he want?”
She was pretty sure she knew. Because she loved Jesse too. Taylor wanted Jesse to be happy, the same as she did.
“Baby…” Jesse had his face buried in the curve of her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “…Taylor wants you to have the most cake.”
Why not?
She did love cake, didn’t she?
“Okay.”
Jesse would be here any minute now and Chloe was still fussing in front of the mirror.
“For fuck’s sake. Get yourself together,” she chastised herself out loud and tossed her hairbrush on the vanity.
She wished she could talk to Linnea. Her sister from another mister. Linnea was working tonight though, and since Kyan spent every night with her to protect her from fuckboy—they still didn’t have a clue who he was—they almost never had the chance to talk like they used to. Chloe missed that. It wasn’t like she could say anything about this to Linnea anyway—not without outing Taylor and Jesse. She still wished they could talk though and sent off a text to her bestie.
Chloe: Hey chica! Going to Jesse’s for dinner. I miss you!
Linnie: I miss you too! Is Jesse cooking? LOL
Chloe: LOL maybe
