Sweet Temptation

by K. C. Lynn

  Sawyer leans down and rests his forehead against mine. “I have a confession, Cupcake.”

  “What?” I choke out.

  “That day, when I said I just wanted to get to know you because our friends were married- I lied. I intended to rope in your sexy ass the whole time.”

  I burst out laughing. Of course he makes me laugh at a time like this.

  As he graces me with his perfect, sexy smile, I wipe my eyes and rest my head back against the wall to stare up at him. “I wish there was something I could say or do to make you understand just how much I love you.”

  His smile spreads mischievously, “Well, Cupcake, there is something you can do…”

  I throw my hand up, cutting him off, “Do not say have sex with you, not that I don’t like it, because I do… a lot. But I meant somethin’ different, something like…”

  Sawyer covers my mouth with his hand and chuckles, “I was not thinking about sex… well, okay that’s a lie. I always think about fucking you.” I roll my eyes. “But I really do have something in mind that you could do for me, something that would make me really fucking happy.”

  “What?” I mumble against his hand, knowing whatever he says I’ll do it, because I would do anythin’ for him.

  Removing his hand from my mouth, he drops down on one knee. “You can marry me.”

  My jaw drops and my hands go on either side of my face. “Oh my god!” I sob again for what is probably the thousandth time this morning. “Are you serious right now or are ya messin’ with me? Because if you’re messin’ with me, Sawyer, I’m goin’ to seriously hurt you.”

  He looks at me a little taken aback. “Of course I’m fucking serious. Look.” He reaches in a pocket I didn’t even know he had and pulls out a small, black velvet box.

  When he opens it, I gasp, and fall completely in love with the massive pink square cut diamond that sits on a platinum band and is highlighted by three smaller yellow diamonds on either side of it. It is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have ever seen.

  “Grace? Are you even listening to me?”

  My gaze swings from the ring to Sawyer, realizing he’s been talking to me and I haven’t heard a word of it.

  Instead of being offended he stares at me amused. “What the hell are you thinking about right now?”

  Wipin’ my wet eyes, I choke out: “That my Christmas presents to you suck.”

  He stares at me for a second, looking shocked by my answer, before he starts laughing.

  Standing up, he grabs my hips and plants a quick hard kiss to my lips. “Your gifts were perfect, baby. But the best one you will give me today is if you tell me ‘yes’ right now.”

  His smile fading, he cups my face in his hands. “Tell me you will marry me, Grace. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I know what I want. It seems like I’ve known since the moment I met you.”

  “And what is it that you’ve known?” I ask softly.

  He pulls me flush against his body, our faces only a mere inch from one another. “I want to wake up smelling your sweet cupcake scent next to me every morning. I want the privilege of being the only one to kiss your sweet lips every day.” To make his point, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I want to feel your sweet body wrapped around me for the rest of my life, whether we’re just watching TV, laying in bed, or when I’m buried deep inside of you. Fuck, Grace, I want you next to me just to hear you fucking breathe, and know that every breath you take it will be as my wife.”

  His beautiful words have emotion robbing me of my voice. Dropping my forehead to his chest I hug him tight and hope he understands what I’m tryin’ to express since I can’t speak the words right now.

  A moment later he lifts my face to his again. “You once told me that everyone should belong to someone. I’m asking you, Grace, to belong to me for the rest of your life.”

  I nod, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

  He grins with relief, “Christ, woman, it took you long enough to answer.”

  I’m about to tell him it’s because I was crying too much, but before I even have a chance to get the words out he slams his mouth down on mine and kisses me with an intensity that takes my breath away. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I immediately become intoxicated by his taste, his scent, and his touch.

  Cupping my ass, he hoists me up and pins me against the wall. “Baby, I fucking need you right fucking now.”

  “Yes,” I respond breathlessly. Desperately needing to feel him inside of me.

  “Wait,” pulling back he grabs my hand, “put this on first.” He slides the beautiful pink diamond ring on my finger.

  A smile spreads across my face as I stare at the perfect fit. “You like it, baby?”

  I lay my hand against the side of his face. “I love it, Sawyer. It’s so perfect, I’d swear it was made just for me.”

  “It was, Cupcake. I created it just for you with your favorite colors,” he says proudly.

  “You had it made for me?”

  My heart melts, but guilt also starts to niggle its way inside me. It must have cost him a fortune.

  “Yeah, baby, I did. I tried to get them to make the diamond into a cupcake; they told me they couldn’t do it. Can you fucking believe that shit? I mean who the fuck can’t make a diamond look like a fucking cupcake?”

  I burst out laughing at how ridiculous that sounds, but fall even more in love with him knowing he tried to have someone make a diamond cupcake for me.

  Not wanting to talk anymore, I kiss him fervently, wanting to show him how much I love him. I keep my legs around his waist as he walks us through a set of doors that lead into the back.

  “Time to christen this place, Cupcake,” he mumbles against my lips before setting me down on the stainless steel island which is in the center of the kitchen.

  “Oh gosh, this is so unsanitary,” I reply breathlessly, not really caring as much as I should. I try to take in the kitchen but am too distracted by Sawyer’s hands and lips.

  “Fuck sanitary. No one will know.”

  I giggle, but it quickly turns into a moan when his hands slide under my shirt to cup my breasts. I grab the bottom of it and shed it quickly, not wanting anything between us.

  Sawyer rips down the cups of my bra and latches his mouth on to my tight aching nipple. I throw my head back and whimper, the delicious sensation shooting straight to my clit.

  “Fuck, Grace, as much as I want to fuck you all morning, baby we have to make this quick. We’re going to be having company soon.”

  I’m about to ask who, but the words die in my throat when he slips his hand inside my panties and glides his fingers through my wet slit.

  “Fuck you’re always so wet and ready for me,” his rough whisper in my ear causes a shiver of pleasure to travel through me.

  I start rocking my hips against his teasing finger. “God, Sawyer, please,” I plead, desperately needing more.

  “What do you want, baby. Tell me.”

  “You… Inside of me right now,” I pant breathlessly.

  Growling, he removes my pants in record time. I grab the bottom of his shirt and drag it up, needing to feel his skin. My hands run along his hot, hard abs as he pulls it off. I reach for the waistband of his pants, but he’s faster. He slips them down just enough to free himself. Then, grasping my hips, he pulls me to the very edge of the counter and plunges inside of me.

  “Ahhhh!” I scream in pleasure from his fast, hard entrance.

  “Fuck!” he groans, “I love making you fucking scream.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my ankles behind his back, bringing him deeper.

  “I love feeling you inside of me,” I say softly in his ear as I hug him tight.

  Threading his fingers in the back of my hair, he tugs my head back gently and presses a sweet, delicious kiss to my mouth.

  “I love being inside of you, baby,” he mumbles against my lips before he begins thrusting inside of me with hard, fast strokes.

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nbsp; “Christ, you have the sweetest pussy. It’s so fucking tight and wraps around my dick like it was made just for me.”

  His erotic words and his skillful thrusts have that familiar, delightful feeling beginning to build low in my tummy.

  “Fuck you’re close already. I can feel it, give it to me, baby. Let me feel you explode around my cock.”

  Taking one of his hands from its tight grasp on my hip, he brings it between us and begins circling my clit with his finger. I moan, feeling so close.

  “Lean back a little, baby, on your elbows.”

  I follow his command. Maintaining his rhythm he bends down and grazes his teeth along my nipple before biting down on it.

  “Oh god!” The delicious sting shoots to my clit and has pleasure exploding through my body.

  “Fuck, yes!” Standing back up, his hands grip my hips firmly as he fucks me hard and fast through my orgasm.

  As my pleasured cries begin to trail off, Sawyer stills and spills himself inside of me.

  As his own orgasm washes over him, I sit back up and wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss along the side of his jaw until my mouth reaches his ear. “I love you, Sawyer.”

  His hand twines in the back of my hair and tugs my head back gently again. He presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “I love you too, Cupcake, so fucking much,” he mumbles against my lips, before pulling back slightly. “I promise, Grace, I’ll take care of you. Forever, baby, I’ll always make you happy.”

  I cup the side of his face gently. “You already do, Sawyer. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  I’m about to bring my mouth to his again but freeze when someone bangs on the bakery door.

  Sawyer grunts, “Good fucking thing I locked that shit.”

  I push away from him and get my clothes back on in a panic. “Who is it?”

  After throwing his shirt back on he smiles over at me. “Come and see.”

  Walking back out to the front, I gasp, “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” I ask excitedly as I spot all of Sawyer’s family outside the glass doors.

  Jesse waves excitedly and Sam shoves her face against the window, making a goofy face.

  Laughing, I run up to the door and unlock it before letting them in.

  Jesse and Sam immediately wrap their arms around me. “Merry Christmas, our sweet little southern sister.”

  I hug them back tightly, my heart warming from them callin’ me their sister. “Merry Christmas. I can’t believe y’all are here.”

  “There’s no way we were going to miss the big reveal,” Sam says with a big smile.

  Next they both run over to Sawyer, attacking him with hugs. “Merry Christmas big brother,” Sam says kissing his cheek.

  “Good Christmas gift. I guess you have some brains in that big head of yours after all,” Jesse adds teasingly.

  Feeling a light touch on my shoulder I turn to Catherine, a beautiful, serene smile graces her pretty face. “Merry Christmas, Grace,” she says softly before pulling me in for a warm hug.

  “Merry Christmas. I’m so happy you’re here,” I reply thickly, trying to hold in my emotion. I’ve cried enough this mornin’.

  “Us too, honey.”

  “All right let her go, it’s my turn now.”

  When Catherine steps back I look over at John, who has a proud smile on his face. “Well, what do you think?” he asks spreading his arms wide, “I did good, didn’t I?”

  Like father like son.

  Smiling, I walk up and wrap my arms around his waist. “It’s incredible, thank you so much. You’ll never know what this means to me.”

  He gives me a tight squeeze. “It was my pleasure, Grace. You’re a good girl, you deserve this.”

  His kind words have me blubberin’ again.

  “Hey now. Don’t be taking all the credit, old man. It’s still my Christmas gift.” Stepping back, I giggle and wipe my eyes as Sawyer walks over to us.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” John grumbles before pulling him into a hug. “You did good, boy. Merry Christmas, son.”

  “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

  Catherine walks over to them with a soft smile and wraps her arms around both Sawyer and his dad.

  “Ready for one more present?”

  My attention turns to Jesse as she hands me a garment bag that she had carried in with her.

  “Another present?”

  “Yup! Hurry up and open it,” she says excitedly.

  Her enthusiasm has me opening it quickly, feeling just as excited as her. Pulling the outfits from the bag I gasp. “Oh my goodness. Are ya serious? Jesse, these are amazin’!”

  I lay out three, 50s style uniform dresses that is an exact replica of the ones I had cut from a magazine: a pastel yellow, a pastel pink and a pastel purple, all with scallop-edged white aprons that attached to the poufy skirts.

  “I know, they’re great, right? When Sawyer sent me the pictures I couldn’t wait to make them for you.” She grabs one. “They have adjustable backs for different sizes. I made three for now, but if you need more than that just let me know and I’ll whip up a couple more.”

  I give her a big hug. “They’re so beautiful, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could contribute to making your dream come true.” Gosh, these people are seriously the greatest in the world.

  Before I can say more, I hear a commotion near the door. I look over to see all my friends pile in with presents and food in their arms. Julia and Jaxson lead the way, followed closely by Kayla and Cooper. I’m further delighted when I see Katelyn helping Mac hobble in on his crutches. Cade enters in last with Grams on his arm. You can tell this is something she insisted on, if the uncomfortable way he looks is anything to go by. My heart explodes with happiness as I stare at them all in surprise.

  “We thought we would christen your new place with Christmas breakfast,” Kayla says with a big smile.

  “Too late, we already did that,” Sawyer replies with a dirty grin.

  Oh. My. God. I can’t believe he just said that!

  I slap him and my face heats with embarrassment.

  “Sawyer!” Catherine scolds him.

  The guys exchange knowing looks and all laugh, finding it funny.

  Kayla shrugs, as if it’s no big deal, then goes to put the food down on the table next to her. “Wait. Is it safe to put food here?”

  Oh god!

  “Yes it is. Sawyer is lyin’!” I glare over at his amused grin, daring him to call me out. Thankfully he doesn’t.

  After the girls put their food down, we all do a group hug and wish each other a Merry Christmas. I briefly register Sawyer’s mom and sisters hugging Cade. They back off quickly though, clearly knowing how uncomfortable he gets… well except his mom. She plants kisses all over his face, not caring in the least.

  “It’s so beautiful in here, Grace,” Julia says softly drawing my attention back to her. “I’ve been dying for this day to come. It took every ounce of will power I had to keep this secret from you.”

  “It’s incredible, isn’t it? I can’t believe Sawyer and his family did this for me.”

  “Well, Cupcake, we can’t take all the credit. There is one more person who contributed to this.”

  I look over at Sawyer to see him leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, with a smirk on his sexy face.

  “Oh?” I ask curiously.

  He nods his head to someone behind me. “It’s Mac’s land, baby. He signed it over to you.”

  I whip my head towards Mac, who’s looking a little sheepish about being called out. My hand covers my heart as emotion wells up inside of me again. “This is your land?” I always assumed the town owned it.

  He smiles, his once battered face almost completely healed. “Not anymore, it’s yours now, darlin’.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “I should have known you had something to do with this.”

  Walking over, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest. “I lo
ve you so much, Mac. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

  He hugs me back tightly. “I love you too darlin’. Merry Christmas.”

  Silence falls over the room during our exchange until Sawyer breaks it a minute later by introducing everyone to his family. Givin’ Mac one last squeeze, I begin to step back but he keeps his hold on me. “What do you think about an old man workin’ for you?”

  “You want to work here with me?” I ask in surprise.

  He shrugs, “Sure, why the hell not. What else am I going to do? Then I can also keep an eye on my girl, make sure she’s being taking care of.”

  My heart overflows with warmth at his words. “I would love for you to be here with me, Mac. And I promise, I won’t make ya wear one of the uniform dresses,” I tease.

  He grunts, amused, “I’ll stick to the back like I did with the diner.” Gigglin’, I frame his face and give him a smooch on the cheek. “Whoa! What the hell is that?” I hear Kayla shout.

  Looking over, I see her staring at my hand that’s on Mac’s face, the same hand with the pink diamond ring. Catherine gasps when she looks at where Kayla is pointing.

  “Oh…” not knowing what to say I glance at Sawyer for help.

  He starts walking over to me; not seeming the least bit fazed this is how people are finding out. “That,” he says slinging an arm around my shoulders, “is my woman’s engagement ring,” he explains with a big smile. “I asked Grace to marry me this morning and she, of course, said yes.”

  Squeals and collective gasps fall over all the girls before they rush up to me.

  Sawyer’s sisters and mom reach me first. Pushing Sawyer to the side they wrap their arms around me. “Oh this is the best Christmas present ever,” Catherine gushes with tears in her eyes.