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He nods. “Affirmative. With some close supervision and instruction but I think we won’t starve in our own home.”
“We’ll get fat.” I let the flavors of the filling sit on my tongue. Since when do muffins have a filling? But this one does and I love it.
“We’ll work it off. If I’m going to cook and slave over a hot stove all day, I expect to be shown some appreciation when you get home from work.” The way Lance’s eyes are twinkling, you’d think he was imagining a blow job as soon as I walk in the door. Knowing Lance, he probably is.
“Aren’t you letting one batch of muffins go to your head?”
Lance shrugs. “Probably, but it’s worth it to see your face. And relax, I’m not going to stay home all day cooking and cleaning. I’ve got a couple of leads on some openings with the county. Another one is with a company looking to move out of Seattle and relocate to Sala Bay. And then Anna, who taught me how to make the muffins, said she’d be interested in doing some cooking videos with me as the novice guinea pig learning as I go. She said the helpless alpha male plays well with her demographic.”
My eyes widen at that. “You’re going to be an internet cooking sensation?” I ask slowly, trying to take this all in.
“That’s up to the internet. But I said I’d talk it over with you first. I see it as a great way to learn to cook quickly.” There’s so much satisfaction in his voice I can’t help but get up from my chair and hug him. Being a guy, Lance takes full advantage of me being naked. Cupping my breasts with his hands, he leans down to swipe his tongue over my nipple. “You taste better than any muffin, baby.” His fingers move to my waist and linger. “Decision time, though. Either we go back to bed so I can do amore detailed taste comparison or you get dressed and we head out to look at houses.”
I weigh those options. And the last muffin sitting on the plate. It really shouldn’t go to waste, but I wasn’t kidding about needing to work off the calories. I turn back to Lance. “Bed, but this time I get to be in charge.”
Lance stands, crowding me against the table. “Just this once because I’m feeling generous and I can tell how much you want to show appreciation for my fabulous muffins.”
Lance
“Isla,” I warn, reaching for her swollen clit. “You have about two seconds before I take over.”
She pouts even as she throws her head back as I pinch that little ball of nerves. She milked her moment of being on top for all it was worth, but my balls are straining for release. As she convulses down on me, it’s all I can do to wait her out, watch her muscles tense, then sag from spent energy. When I feel the tremors stop, I flip us over like a short-order cook and rut into her. My cock is being gripped in her slick pussy like she refuses to be done with me. Not going to complain about that. But it means I’m panting by the time my balls draw up and I’m able to finally spend all that accumulated cum into her tight channel.
Isla wraps her arms around me tight, her legs clamped over the backs of my thighs, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop. She gives a little murmur of satisfaction and kisses me deeply. I’m so lost in the taste of her mouth that I miss the moment she lets our bodies separate. She pulls her lips away, leaving me wanting more. “Up and at ‘em, Waverly,” she orders with a wicked smile. “You want more of that? You’re going to have to earn it.”
She heads into the bathroom without a backward glance. And I realize I’ve baked myself into a corner. Is it even possible to surpass those muffins? I shake my head and follow Isla into the bathroom. Someone has to check that she remembers to wash behind her ears…
But Isla in the shower is an adorable tease. She lets me use the bath puff on her, but no other touching. She says we don’t have time.
“Did we make an appointment I’m not aware of?” I ask with raised eyebrows. She sticks a finger in my chin.
“No. But this pussy is closed for business until nine pm tonight.”
I eye her mouth.
Isla rolls her eyes. “No. If we find the perfect place today, maybe I’ll consider going down on you in celebration. But there’s not much available, so don’t get your hopes up.”
My cock is eternally hopeful. It’s one of his finer qualities.
But I admit, after looking at the tenth grungy and slightly saggy apartment on the edge of town, things are not looking bright.
“What about the next town over? It looked nice and maybe there’s a small house to rent, instead of an apartment?”
Isla’s shoulders sag in defeat. “I guess. None of these will do.”
I drive us over there, following the same route I took to get to my muffin class, and then we simply cruise up and down the tree-lined streets. On one corner is a quaint Victorian with a for rent sign and a tab sitting on top of it withUpdated Kitchen!I pull to the curb and turn off the engine.
Epilogue
Isla
Six months later
Lance’s wedding day. I say that with all the love and humor in my heart. Since we didn’t have to worry about the thirty-day rule, we could take a little time to arrange things to our satisfaction. Lance has his priorities though and all he was really worried about was the cake, not the prestige of the venue. But we did have to wait for him to finish his cake decorating class — yes, really.
His masterpiece is waiting on a special table in the corner. He won’t tell me what’s under all that carefully prepared frosting, just that I’ll be amazed. I already am. The little pavilion in Destiny Bay is overflowing with our friends and family. Every last one of whom has been on YouTube religiously to watch Lance learn to cook. He has a following.
Secretly, I’m delighted that he has something new that connects him with his friends and reinforces all his hard work in therapy. But I might tease him just a little because that keeps things normal for him.
