by Penny Wylder
She holds up her hand, stopping me from talking. “I'm shocked,” she says sternly, her mouth slack and wrinkles forming across her forehead as her brows bend in. “I'm shocked you think I don't already know.” She starts to smirk, and her demeanor relaxes.
“What?” I ask, unable to grasp what she's telling me.
“Misty,” she says, stepping forward and grabbing both my wrists. “I can see it. I could see it back in New York. I'm surprised you thought I couldn't tell.”
“I just didn't want to hurt you. You said you liked him, and I wanted to respect that.”
“Misty,” she says my name like a mother who's disappointed that their child didn't know better. “You're my best friend, and I hardly know the guy, I would never let a guy ruin our friendship.”
“Really? So you're not mad?”
“No, I'm not mad. I'm happy for you, I'm also wondering why you've never baked me a cake, but we can talk about that later. Go talk to Nick, tell him how you feel. I'll close up here and meet up with you later.”
“Oh, where would I be without you?” I ask, leaning in to hug her tight.
“Single,” she answers with a laugh. “I'm taking credit for this match making business, just so you know.”
Laughing with her, I grab my purse and phone and give her a wave before running out the door. The hotel is only a ten minute walk up the street, so I hit the pavement with heavy steps.
'Hey, we need to talk.' I hit send and watch the screen, waiting for him to text me back. There's no little swirling circle or moving bubbles to indicate he's typing.
'Please, let’s talk.' I text him again, hoping to get something from him.
Nothing.
He has to be pissed.
Nick wanted one thing, and I denied him. He wasn't afraid to tell me how he felt, and all I did was shove an open palm in his face. I feel like an asshole. Like I strung him along, and now I'm done with him.
I'm not that kind of girl. I don't play with people's feelings. I was just trying to respect my friend, but in the end, she's on our side anyway.
Reaching the hotel, I get to the room, and slide my card through the lock. The door lock buzzes, and I run into the room, expecting to see him there.
“Nick!” I call out, checking the small space. “Nick!” I say his name again, and open the bathroom door, but it's empty.
My suitcase is still on the floor by the window, but he's gone.
Dropping down onto the bed, my hands fall weightlessly into my lap as tears spring up in my eyes.
He's gone.
I drove him away.
My phone pings, and I pull it out of my pocket. Opening the message, it's from him.
'I'm heading out early. You made your choice and I'm going to respect it.'
Tears fall down over my cheeks, plopping onto the phone screen. Wiping them away, I read his message again and again. I'm such a fool. I had something good, I had something real and true, and I let it walk away.
You can't let him go. My inner voice speaks up, and it grows louder and louder.
Take what you want, that's how this love works. If you want him, go get him.
Running back down to the bakery, Vanessa is still inside, just checking things out.
“Vanessa,” I say winded as I gasp for air. “I need your car.”
“My car?” she asks, quirking a brow.
“He left, he's heading back to New York right now. I need to catch him.”
Pulling her keys from the pocket in her jacket, she tosses them to me from across the room. “Bring it back in one piece.”
“Thank you.” Tipping my head, I give an anxious smile and head for her car.
I don't know the road as well as the ones back home, but I know it enough to go a little faster than I should. Taking corners, I can feel the rubber gripping the pavement as I lean into the turn.
I'm going to find him, he can't be that far from here. The trees are blurring as I drive past, turning into a giant green flash. Rounding a bend, I finally see his car parked in the same dirt runoff where we stopped when we drove to New Hampshire a week ago.
Slowing down, I pull in, and see him leaning against his hood with his head down. He's just standing there, a look of concentration on his face. He jerks his head in the direction of the car and stands up straight.
Parking the car, I jump out, and start to move toward him.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, not moving away from me as I get close.
“I was wrong, Nick.” I can't lie to him, and I won't. He deserves the truth. “I know what I want, and it's not this. It's us, I want us, I want you. I can't pretend like I feel nothing, because that's a lie. I love you, Nick, and I know that might sound crazy, but damn it, if I don't tell you, I might regret it, and I don't want to live with regrets. I love you.”
My eyes meet his and he stares down at me. But I can't tell what he's thinking. I don't know if I just scared him to death or if he feels the same. I stand quietly, giving him time to take in everything I just laid at his feet.
I wait, my fingers anxiously spinning over each other. But I can't wait any longer, I need to know what he thinks, he has to say something.
“Well?” I ask, arching my brows. “Say something, anything. Just don't stand—”
Nick throws himself forward, grabbing my face in both hands, and kisses me. He kisses me hard, passionately, and with so much emotion I can feel it in every bone in my body.
His tongue pushes past my lips, and I open my mouth to let him in. Our breathing is heavy, and ragged. Nick's hands slip down my face and he pulls away.
His eyes connect with mine and they're so full; full of emotion, and happiness, it makes my heart stop. “I love you too,” he says. “I was just waiting for you to realize what I already knew.” He kisses me again, wilder and more unhinged, and walks me back until my legs hit the bumper of the car. “I could never go from what we had here together, to being just friends back home. Never.”
His hands move into my hair, and he tugs my head to the side. It's enough for his tongue to drive deeper, and my heart to beat faster. Our lips feverishly tangle, our tongues lick and wrap and coil together.
I let out a slow exhale as my body bends against the hood. Nick presses himself in closer, his body arching over mine. He slides a hand down my side and slips it into my pants. Cupping my pussy, he rubs his palm against my clit.
Moaning, I dig my heels into the bumper and spread my legs wider. “I need you, Nick, I need you here and now.”
Nick growls low as he pulls his hand from my pants and tears the button open. There's so much desire in his hands, it makes me hot and wet. Lifting my hips, he shifts my pants down, and pulls his dick out.
He's hard, firm, and stroking his cock up and down as he licks his lips. “I've needed you since the second I laid eyes on you.”
He rubs his engorged tip up and down my pussy, teasing me, drawing out more moans as it drags over my clit. I can feel my body melting, dripping, my pussy clenching at air, eager for his cock to be inside.
In one quick thrust, he pushes his dick deep, and I feel completely filled up. Nick lets out a thick grunt as his palms clutch the hood by my head and he pulls his hips back.
There's a moment between us, where our eyes are on each other and every sound around us goes quiet. I can hear my heart beating in my chest, and the sound of my breathing as I inhale and exhale.
Nick's eyes hold mine, and I suddenly realize how much I need this man in my life. I feel grounded and whole. I feel unstoppable in a world with walls.
He drives back in hard and fast, causing me to arch back and tip my head. My eyes snap shut as a rush of tingles zip up and down my body. Fireworks explode in my mind as the orgasm spreads through my body.
My body unfurls as Nick thrusts hard and deep. He's savage, digging the tips of his fingers into the metal hood as he fucks me like I'm the air he needs to breathe. With one hard thrust, Nick moans as his face falls against my chest. His coc
k throbs and twitches as it fills me with hot cum.
Twisting his face, Nick relaxes on my chest. His hands grip my shoulders and he holds me like he's afraid I'm going to jump up and run off.
But I'm not going anywhere. I love him. Nick owns me, he owns my body, my heart, and my soul.
Love isn't something you can plan or manipulate. You can have it and lose it, you can own it and let it go.
In the end, love does what it wants, and it finds you when you least expect it.
I'm so glad love came back to me.
Epilogue
Nick
Six Months Later
Pushing open the door to the bakery, I'm holding a heavy box, full of the new menus.
“Hello?” I call out, setting the box on the table and wiping the sweat from my forehead. I listen for a second, expecting to hear someone answer me back, but all I get is silence. “Hello?” I ask again, about to go into the kitchen.
“Hey, baby, you're here early.” Misty's hands are covered in flour as she pushes through the kitchen door. Wiping her hands on a towel, she smiles and comes in to kiss me. “Was the traffic bad?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “It wasn't bad at all. I left early enough to miss the morning rush.”
“That's good,” she says, her eyes floating to the box. “Are those the new menus?” she asks excitedly. Shaking my head yes, she darts for the box. “I thought they'd never come.”
Our life looks a little different these days. We fell in love with this town, and we just couldn't stay away. So, we took another chance together.
We uprooted our lives and decided to give change a try. Misty is the new specialty cake baker, and I mostly focus on managing the bakery.
Birthdays, holidays, weddings, Misty can make anything, and she's damn good at it.
She still helps with marketing for all the stores, and Vanessa couldn't be happier. She loves knowing the bakery is in good hands.
The pace here is a little slower, which I actually really enjoy. The roads aren't packed with cars, honking horns and smog filled air.
“They're gorgeous,” Misty says, holding one up and flipping through the pages. “I love them! They came out so good.”
“So, are you almost done here? We're still on for our dinner date tonight, right?”
“We are, but. . .” she says pausing, dropping the menu back into the box, and holding up two fingers. “I've got something to show you first.”
“All right, what is it?” Leaning back against the table, I grip the edge with my hands.
Misty smiles, throwing open palms in my face. “Wait right here, don't move.”
“Okay,” I say with a laugh. “Should I close my eyes too?”
She gives me a look that basically tells me to stop being a smartass as she disappears behind the kitchen door.
Crossing one leg over the other, I grab a menu and flip through. It feels like she's gone for ages. Dropping the menu back into the box, I cross my arms.
“Did you get lost?” I ask, calling out to her. “We do have reservations, you know.”
“Give me a minute, I'm just finishing it up,” she calls back.
Pulling my phone out, I look at the clock. The bakery's been closed for over an hour, no one else is here, and she doesn't have any new orders that I'm aware of.
The door opens as she pushes it with her back. She's got something in her hands and as she turns I realize it's a cake.
Her smile is big, broad, and glowing. “I made you something.”
“It's not my birthday for another three weeks.”
“I know, but I was excited and I couldn't wait.” She sets it down on one of the tables, and takes a step back.
Walking forward, I tip my head, trying to figure out what the hell is on the cake. “What is that?” I ask.
It's a small, round, two layer cake. The frosting is pastel green, with a lattice pattern that crisscrosses all around the sides. There are handmade fondant flowers, and candy pearls all over it.
Leaning over I read the words written across the top. 'Coming soon. . .'
“Coming soon? What's coming soon?” I ask as I cock a brow and look up at her.
Misty is holding out a small plastic stick, her eyes glossy as she smiles and sniffles at the same time.
“What? What's that?” She nudges it in my direction and I take it. Holding it lightly with both hands, I see two thin blue lines in a clear window.
What the hell is—
Wait. . . Is she. . .
My eyes jump up to hers and she sees the recognition and question on my face. Nodding quickly, tears start to fall down her cheeks as her smile grows wider.
“We're having a baby, Nick.”
“A baby,” I say, my voice teetering in curiosity like it's some type of joke. “We're really having a baby?”
Misty nods excitedly, and rests both her hands on her belly. “We're having a baby.”
Wrapping my arms firmly around her, I lift her off her feet and spin her around. “I can't believe we're having a baby,” I say, planting kisses up her neck and around her face. I kiss her chin and cheek, her neck and her nose. I flutter more kisses down her throat and across the exposed skin of her chest.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, and lets her arms fall around my neck. “I know, I'm excited to tell everyone.”
“You haven't told anyone yet?”
“Nope,” she says proudly. “Not even Vanessa.”
Sliding my hands under her ass, she wraps her legs around my hips, and stares into my eyes. She looks perfect. She always looks perfect. With or without makeup. Covered in flour and frosting, or wearing nothing at all.
Misty is simply perfect.
Kissing her softly, I grip her ass firmly. Misty kisses back, her hands digging into my shoulders as she starts to grind her pussy against me. Our kisses become more intense, delirious, intoxicating as she pushes her tongue past my lips, and into my mouth.
Everything about her is sparks and electricity, like a live wire. Her pussy rubs harder, her nipples scrape my chest, her tongue fuses with mine as they tangle and twirl together.
Stalking forward, I walk across the room until her back is pressed against the wall. Using the wall to help hold her up, I bunch her skirt up around her hips, and grip her inner thighs.
Her skin is already warm, and her breathing is labored. And I love that. I love watching her surrender to me. To see her completely give herself to me in every way just fuels my desire. And now she's carrying our child.
The thought quickly takes me from man to beast. I can't explain how badly I want to fuck her. The need is carnal, it comes from deep inside my body, and I have no control over it.
Misty purrs as my thumb slides up her pussy and finds her clit. Her panties are wet, dripping with arousal as I draw circles over the fabric.
The pad of my thumb is slick, gliding with ease. Dipping my thumb under the crease of her panties, I slide it between her lips and spread her juice up and down. Misty's body trembles as I hit her clit and rub it faster.
I know her body so well. How to touch her, how to please her, how to make her scream my name.
Grinding her hips, she tries to force my thumb into her pussy so she can fuck it. But I've got something better for her to fuck. With one hand holding her ass, I pull my hand from her panties and eagerly free my cock from my jeans.
My dick stands firm, hard, and throbbing to be inside her. She looks down at my erection, and I watch her hold her breath. She wants me desperately, to the point she's almost frantic.
Misty hooks her arm around my neck and pushes her panties to the side. Our eyes are on each other the entire time as she lines her pussy up with my tip, and sits down on my cock.
“Mm,” she moans as she uses my shoulders to lift her body up, and drive her hot pussy back down.
Both my hands are on her ass, and I squeeze hard as I thrust up. Slamming my cock in her pussy, I fuck my woman like I've never fucked her before.
A shiver sweeps through her muscles, and her pussy tightens around my shaft, pulsing hard. Feeling her come, watching goosebumps as they burst across her skin, it sends me over the edge.
Holding her hips, I thrust up one last time, filling her. And in this moment I realize how much I truly love this girl.
She's captured me, wrapping me in her web. And there's no place I'd rather be.
With my woman. With the mother of my child.
With my world.
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