Recipe for Love: A Sweet Collection

by K. C. Lynn

  “I’m not asking ‘people,’ I’m asking you.”

  “Well, it’s none of your business,” I grumble, hating this conversation more and more every second.

  Realization soon dawns on him, his knowing eyes seeing right through me. “Ho-ly shit! You’ve never touched yourself, have you?”

  “Would you stop it?” I snap. “You know what? Forget it, I’m out of here.” I stomp off but don’t make it far.

  “Not so fast, Cupcake.” He pulls me against him, his back crowding mine once again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be an asshole. I’m just shocked as hell right now.”

  “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “On the contrary, Grace, I think it’s a very big fucking deal that someone as beautiful as you has yet to experience that kind of pleasure. It’s an abomination.”

  I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable with what I’m about to say. “I’m not sure I can; I think there’s something wrong with me.”

  His fingers grip my hips, a deep noise yanking from his throat. “Believe me, baby, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

  The room grows hot, air thickening with that ever-present pull between us.

  “Let me show you, Grace,” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear. “Let me touch you. Just touch, nothing else. I promise.”

  My pulse races, the longing I’ve had buried for this man climbing its way to the surface, threatening to consume me, body and soul. I can’t say no and I don’t want to either. Not anymore.

  I nod, too nervous to speak.

  His tongue darts out, tasting the shell of my ear. “Say it,” he demands. “I need to hear you say it.”

  I lick my lips, my mouth dry. “I want you to touch me.”

  He spins me around and claims my mouth in a ruthless kiss, rocking the ground beneath my feet.

  Oh god.

  His lips are warm and firm, dominating and demanding. The moment his tongue thrusts inside, I’m lost to him. “You taste even fucking better than I remember,” he growls.

  I want to tell him the same thing, but all I can manage are incoherent noises, my senses reeling with all the feelings this man evokes in me.

  I fist his shirt, trying to get closer. His hands slip to my bottom, cupping the supple flesh and lifting me off my feet. My legs lock around his waist and arms around his neck. The belt that holds the denim low on his hips nudges the very place I crave to feel him.

  Moaning, I grind myself against the cold metal, trying to relieve the fierce ache.

  Sawyer moves to the couch, never breaking contact as he stretches us out, his hard body covering mine. He pulls back, allowing me oxygen, and trails his heated lips down my neck. My fingers sift through his mussed hair; back arching as his lip descends.

  He cups my breast through my thin tank top, his fingers squeezing the tight nipple poking through.

  “Sawyer,” his name pours from me on a moan and I raise my hips, coming in contact with his erection.

  “Jesus, Grace, I’ve waited so fucking long to touch you.” He pushes up, one knee pressing into the couch between my legs as he reaches for the edge of my shirt. “Lift your arms.” The order is gruff, fueled by lust.

  I sit up just enough for him to remove my top then drop down to my back again. His eyes are fixated on my bra. My plain white cotton one with cherries on it.

  Seriously? Out of all the dang bras I own, did I have to be wearing this one?

  I clear my throat, yanking his attention back to my face. “If I had known we were gonna be doin’ this I would have worn something different.”

  His lips kick up in an amused smirk. “The bra is more than fine, baby. Sexy as fuck actually since it’s on you, but it doesn’t matter either way. Because it’s coming off.”

  My breath stalls in anticipation as his warm hand travels up my stomach, leaving a path of heat in its wake. With a deft flick of his fingers, he opens the front clasp, baring me to his stare.

  The cool air whispers over my heated flesh, making my nipples pebble beneath his hungry gaze. I get the urge to cover myself, insecurity rearing its ugly head.

  A noise that can only be described as animalistic erupts from his throat. “So fucking pretty.” Leaning down, he closes his hot mouth over my aching nipple, obliterating any insecurity I have.

  “Oh!” My back arches, pleasure racing through my blood as his tongue lashes me with fiery licks. His fingers grip my other nipple, the pull so strong I feel it between my legs. I thrash beneath him, wild for more. “Sawyer,” I beg, my mind reeling with something I can’t understand.

  Reaching between us, he cups me through my shorts, exerting pressure where I need it most. “You’re ready for my touch, aren’t you, Grace?”

  Oh boy, am I ever.

  “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready,” I pant breathlessly. “I’m really, really ready.”

  Chuckling, he removes my shorts along with my underwear.

  Sheer dominance fills his expression, his eyes storming with something I can’t name. “Fucking perfect.” By the way he gazes down at me, it’s impossible not to believe him, and for the first time in a long time, I feel beautiful. I feel like I’m enough.

  His hand dances up the inside of my thigh, sending shivers up my skin. I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan and let my legs fall open, yearning for his touch. When his fingers delve into my wet heat I practically fly off the couch.

  “Aw, yeah,” he groans. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.” His hard body comes back over top of mine, pinning me in place as he inserts a single finger inside. “And so damn tight.”

  A gasp flees me on a rush, the beautiful invasion knocking the breath from my lungs.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Just wait until it’s my cock invading this tight little pussy. It’s going to be so good, you’ll fucking beg for more.”

  I don’t doubt it. That arrogant mouth of his already has me close to begging.

  He braces one hand on the couch behind my head and rises up, leaving a gap between us. “Watch, baby, look at the way my fingers fuck this sweet pussy.”

  My eyes become riveted to the erotic sight between my legs, watching his fingers disappear inside of me.

  “I’m going to show you how to do this one day, show you how to pleasure yourself.”

  “That’s okay, you can just do it,” I pant, my breath racing past my lips. “I think you will be better at it anyway.”

  His chuckle trails into a groan. “Oh, I’ll always be better. But sometimes I won’t be around when you need it, and you should never go without pleasure, baby.” Flicking his wrist, he curls his fingers inside of me, sending a foreign sensation to form low in my belly.

  “Sawyer,” I breathe his name, unable to explain what I need, what my body is trying to grasp.

  “Get ready, baby, because I’m going to make you come so goddamn hard you’ll never forget this.”

  Oh god!

  I can feel it; I’m so close, teetering on the edge of destruction, but the pleasure remains just out of reach.

  “Let go, Grace.”

  I shake my head. “I can’t.”

  “Look at me!”

  My eyes snap open at his harsh command, dominance radiating in his expression.

  “Give into it, I got you.” Leaning down, he takes a sensitive nipple into his mouth, gripping it between his teeth. The erotic sting shoots to my throbbing clit and sends me flying.

  My cries echo through the room as I catapult to another universe, one where nothing exists but divine oblivion.

  “That a girl, come all over my fingers,” he groans.

  I drown in the sensations claiming my body, wave after wave of pleasure thrashing through me.

  The moment I begin to drift back to reality, Sawyer crawls down my body. “We’re not done yet.” I have no time to comprehend what that means before his mouth descends on my hot center.

  A heated cry
rips from my throat and my back bows off the couch. His large hand splays across my lower stomach, holding my hips in place while his tongue devours me.

  My fingers grip his hair in a tight hold. I’m unsure if I want to push him away or pull him closer, a war battling within my body. In the end, I opt for more pleasure and my knees fall open, granting him access.

  He groans his approval, his skillful tongue inflicting a sweet torture. He eats me like he can’t get enough; taking my body to highs I never knew possible. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm claims me, this one just as intense as the last.

  Eventually, I become limp and sated, basking in my post-orgasmic bliss.

  Sawyer crawls back up my body, his lips cherishing every patch of bare skin he passes until his handsome face appears before mine. “Told you there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with you.”

  “Mmmhmm,” I mumble, unable to form words at the moment.

  “Wait until you see what I can do with my dick.”

  Laughter spills past my lips. His arrogance knows no bounds but after what he just did to me, he has every right to be.

  His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss. Moaning, I slide my hands under his shirt and up his back, feeling every deep groove of his jagged scars. My heart becomes heavy as I remember what lies beneath his clothes every day.

  Sensing my sad thoughts, Sawyer pulls his mouth away and climbs to his feet. He reaches for the throw on the back of the couch and covers me with it before lifting me into his arms. I cling to his neck, my head resting on his shoulder as he carries me into my bedroom.

  After lying me down, he surprises me when he turns to walk away. Reaching out, I snag his arm, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Don’t leave,” I say, peering up at him. “Sleep with me tonight.”

  His expression softens and he trails a finger down my cheek. “I’m just locking up, I’ll be right back.”

  I watch him walk away, my eyes closing as I take pleasure in my blissful state. A recipe for a new pie takes hold, the ingredients slamming into me with the perfect idea—

  Chocolate covered graham crust

  Whipping cream

  Bananas

  Raspberries…

  “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, Cupcake?”

  My eyes snap open to see Sawyer standing over me, looking rather amused, and I realize I’m smiling like a fool.

  “I’m creatin’ a pie,” I tell him.

  “Oh yeah, and what’s this one called?” he asks, crawling in next to me. I don’t miss the fact that he stays on top of the blankets rather than getting beneath them.

  I turn on my side to face him and shrug. “Not sure yet. Grace’s First O Pie, Orgasm Pie, Pie Of Pleasure…”

  “Sawyer is Fucking Amazing Pie.”

  Giggling, I roll my eyes. “Nah, I don’t like that one.”

  His smirk spreads into a full smile that has my heart skipping a beat. “Is it going to be good?”

  “Oh, it’s goin’ to be delicious. No—it’s gonna be explosive.”

  A husky laugh barrels out of him, a contagious one that elicits one of my own. He throws an arm over me and drops a kiss my head. The simple gesture has warmth spreading through my chest.

  He peers down at me, amusement bright in his eyes. “You have to tell me how the hell you’ve had sex exactly three and a half times. Because I have to tell you, Cupcake, that number confuses the fuck out of me.”

  “Because the fourth time we never finished.” The quiet confession leaves a bad taste in my mouth as the horrible memory begins poking through the dark recesses of my mind.

  “What happened, Grace?”

  I gaze up at him, hating to have to tell him but know there’s no avoiding it. If only I could learn to shut my big trap…

  “Wait,” he speaks again, holding a hand up. “Does the prick live here? Because if he does, maybe you shouldn’t tell me.”

  A frown pulls at my face. “No. Why would that matter?”

  “Because the thought of someone else touching you drives me fucking insane, and if it turns out that you see him often, the poor bastard might find himself with some serious injuries.”

  My brow quirks. “Says the man who has taken many women to his bed.”

  “That was my old ways, baby, I’m a new man now.”

  I scoff playfully because the truth of the matter is, I believe him. The past is the past and I’m really hoping that we will be each other’s future. The hope is both terrifying and exhilarating.

  “Enough stalling. Tell me what happened.”

  A heavy sigh escapes the tightness of my chest. “I was dating Adam when I lost Mama but he moved away for college right after it happened and we didn’t stay in touch.” I pause, remembering how much I needed him but he left without a second thought. “Anyway, we ended up reconnecting a short time later and a moment of weakness had me losing my virginity to him.” The confession rolls off my tongue with regret, especially when I think about why I went to see him in the first place.

  “Is he a douchebag? Do I need to kick his ass?” Sawyer asks.

  My lips lift in a halfhearted smile. “He’s definitely a douchebag, but no, you don’t need to kick his ass.” Sighing, I continue the dreadful story. “One of the times we were together that weekend his roommate walked in and tried to join us.”

  Sawyer tenses, eyes flaring in both shock and anger.

  “I know, believe me. It caught me off guard too, but it turns out it was their plan from the beginning. He set me up,” I tell him on a whisper, the betrayal still feeling fresh years later. “I never thought he would do something like that. I thought I could trust him, but turns out I never could.”

  “He’s a fucking idiot,” Sawyer says, his voice tight with anger. His expression softens as he reaches out to caress my cheek. “But his loss is my greatest treasure.”

  His words send my heart into a tailspin, healing the ache in my chest. I lean into his touch, wishing I could convey just how much he has made my lonely life better these past few months.

  Our moment is interrupted when my phone dings with a text. Turning over, I grab it off the nightstand and see it’s from Mac.

  Mac: Night, darlin’. Just wanted to let you know I’m thinking about you. I’ll see you in the morning.

  My already bursting heart swells in my chest. He has been sending these sweet messages lately; I think the big lug misses seeing me around the diner so much.

  I send a quick reply back, telling him I love him too and I’ll see him in the morning. After, I keep the phone in my hand and turn back to find Sawyer watching me, his gaze questioning.

  “That was my boyfriend,” I tell him. “He’s comin’ over so you better leave before he gets here.” No matter how hard I try to keep a straight face I can’t and end up laughing the entire time.

  “You’re the worst liar,” he says, not nearly as amused as I am about the joke.

  “I know. I’ve always been bad at it,” I tell him, feeling no shame. Once my laughter dies down, I realize he’s still on top of the blankets, fully clothed. “You plan on sleeping like that?” I ask, gesturing at him.

  “Yep.”

  I frown. “Why?”

  “It’s for the best right now, trust me.” His voice is husky, lust still lingering in his green eyes.

  Guilt plagues me, hating that he’s left wanting. Holding his gaze, I bring my hand to his hard stomach, inching it up his shirt. I don’t make it far before he grabs my wrist, the act so fast it startles me.

  “No.” The one word is gritted between clenched teeth, his restraint apparent.

  “Sawyer,” I start, hating to see him like this.

  “I meant what I said, Grace, tonight is just for you. Getting to touch you is all I wanted.” Before I can argue, he pulls me in close, dropping a kiss on my head. “Sleep.”

  I curl into his hard chest and breathe in his scent, letting peace, safety, and another emotion I’m a little scared to name wash over me. Even tho
ugh I’m relaxed, sleep evades me, my mind reeling from everything that transpired between us tonight.

  It’s not long before I feel Sawyer’s breathing become deep and even. Lifting my chin, I find his eyes closed and face soft with sleep, and that warmness in my chest grows even stronger.

  I reach for my phone that lies next to me and send a group text to Kayla and Julia.

  Me: Well, girls, it finally happened…*blush*

  My phone flashes a moment later.

  J: OMG! No way!

  K: SHUT UP! YOU SLEPT WITH SAWYER?

  Me: NO! Uh…he just gave me one…two, actually. ;)

  K: WHOO HOO! That a boy Sawyer! See, I told you that cocky mouth of his would prove useful. Wait…he used his mouth, right?

  J: LOL! ?

  I snicker quietly.

  Me: Yes! *Blushing again*

  “Don’t forget to tell them I used my fingers, too.”

  Yelping, I throw my phone across the bed, realizing Sawyer is still awake. “Oh—my—god.” I groan and cover my hot cheeks with my hands. “What are you doin’ awake? I thought you were sleeping.”

  “Nope,” he relays all too happily, “just resting and it’s a good thing I was. Look what I would have missed. I can’t wait until you tell them about my big dick when the time comes.”

  Humiliation burns inside of me as his laughter fills the room. This is by far the most embarrassing moment of my life. I tuck my head back in his chest, praying for sleep to take me. My wish is I’ll wake up and the last three minutes never happened. It was all just a bad dream.

  Sadly, that wish never came true.

  Sawyer

  We board the plane the following morning, my ass dragging after the sleepless night I had. Grace’s attention is riveted on our surroundings, a look of wonderment splashed across her face.

  “Oh my gosh, Sawyer, isn’t this so darn excitin’?” She flashes me a smile over her shoulder, her enthusiasm palpable.

  “Yeah, baby, really exciting.”

  Actually, I don’t find any of it exciting. I’ve flown a thousand times before. However, I can’t deny that watching my Cupcake burst at the seams over something so small makes me pretty damn happy.

  She continues down the aisle, almost bulldozing people down in her haste, until I grab her arm at row ten. “These are our seats.”