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“That was your first time with a man,” he says breathily as I finger his ass.
“Yes.”
“Was it weird for you? Did you enjoy it?”
Chuckling, I kiss the top of his head. “I’m rubbing my spunk onto your ass. That should tell you something.”
His warm laugh flows over me, and my breath catches. Why does an action so simple as his laughter make my heart flutter? Something is happening to me when it comes to Ty. I don’t know what, but I’m not going to try to stop it. I rather enjoy these new feelings that are cropping up.
But if I’m honest, they fucking alarm me. These feelings have the power to bring me to my knees if they get too deep. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.
Kissing Ty on his forehead, I say, “I love the way your hole looked with your fingers stuffed inside. So fucking hot.” I grab his ass and haul him up, kissing him hard. “I can’t wait to put my tongue where your fingers were.”
Ty’s eyes grow wide. “You want to … rim me?”
“Fucking right I do. I would have done it tonight, but I got too impatient. Seems like I teased us both.”
“Can I … can I taste you too?” Ty asks hesitantly. “I mean, you can say no. It’s fine if you don’t want me to. Not everyone likes to be rimmed, but it feels so fucking good. I think you’ll like it. But don’t take that as me trying to change your mind if you say no. I’m just saying it does, and you would like it.”
My grin hurts my face. Ty is so fucking adorable. His rambling when he’s nervous is fucking precious. “You can. No one ever has before. Not many women are into it, and there wasn’t much foreplay when I fucked.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, kotenok.” I kiss him one more time, sliding my tongue over his. “Come on,” I mutter while pecking him gently. “Let me clean you up and change the sheets. We’ll be busy in the morning.”
CHAPTER 11
LEO
The next morning, Ty has me in the kitchen, making snickerdoodle and marshmallow cookies. On the way back to the cabin, we’d stopped by the grocery story to get ingredients for everything he wants to bake. Even though we’re in the middle of planning a murder, Ty still wants to make everything he wants to bake for Ray’s. He had me load up the cart with everything he needed and asked me to be his assistant so prep and baking ran smoothly.
I’m not sure if I’m helping, since I don’t know how to bake. Cooking is one thing, but getting ingredients right and putting them together at the perfect time isn’t as easy as I thought.
Ty doesn’t seem to mind. He grins at me while I struggle, helping me when I fuck up. He grabs my wrist quickly when I try to dump salt into the new spoon. “That’s too much. One teaspoon. Not a tablespoon. You’ll have everyone gagging when they bite into these cookies.” He takes the tablespoon from my hand and gives me a teaspoon to use.
“Why do you need salt for cookies?” I ask as I sprinkle some into the bowl. Sounds counterproductive to me.
His tone is patient as he explains, “There are many reasons salt needs to be added to cookies. The biggest factor is they make them last longer. The salt helps hold moisture so they can stay fresher for a prolonged period.”
“What other reasons?” I ask while trying to add the right amount of salt to the bowl.
“It brings out the flavor of the other ingredients. They all have their own tastes—the salt adds to it and combines them, if that makes sense. Makes the flavors more acute. Like the chocolate and the marshmallows will mingle, but you’ll taste them separately. That’s because of the salt being added to its natural taste.”
As he’s speaking, I watch Ty and how his eyes brighten as he talks about baking. He loves it. I’ve always wondered what that kind of unabashed happiness for a healthy hobby felt like.
I continue making the cookies, trying to mix the dough into a cohesive whole. According to June’s contract, Ty has to bake fifty of everything to start, then add to his order every few days for the next couple of weeks to see how things go. Ty is worried about if anyone will buy his baked goods, even though I’ve told him how much I enjoy them. I’m sure he doesn’t fully believe me, but I told him that while I can lie effortlessly, I wouldn’t to him. I know enough about relationships to know lying is the easiest way to fuck things up.
“So,” Ty begins, arranging some of the ingredients for his cupcakes in a way I don’t understand, but I’m sure he knows what he wants, “what is the plan for Michael? Can I ask that?”
“Fire.” I answer simply.
“Fire?” he parrots.
“Yep. Do you want details, or do you want to be surprised?”
A slow smile spreads across Ty’s face. “Surprise me. Like I said, burns hurt.” He stretches out his arms and shows me a few scars. “Hot pans coming out of ovens, hot pans on the stovetop, hot cupcakes falling on you.” He chuckles. “Shit hurts. So fire sounds good.”
“You said you want to kill him?” I ask. Ty nods, jerkily, his hands shaking as he opens a bag of flour. “How do you want to do it?”
