The Baker Gets His Man

by Rebecca Brochu

  “See? I wasn’t going to do this here either. I was just going to talk to you, ask you if I’d ruined everything, if you’d give me another chance after I ran off like that. But then you go and do something so outrageously sexy like throw a damn good punch or tease me like you’re doing now and I just can’t help myself.”

  Race moved his hand away and then bent towards Jacob slowly enough that Jacob knew what was about to happen, had ample time to move away, but instead he pressed closer. Determined not to be overwhelmed and to actually participate unlike the last time Jacob reached a hand up, wrapped it around the back of Race’s neck and pulled him down into a harsh kiss before Race could finish his own downward motion.

  Their tongues tangled, slid hot and wet against one another as they fought for dominance. Jacob shivered at the feel of Race’s stubble as it scraped against the sensitive flesh of his face. Their teeth clicked together and the shock of it caused them to pull away from each other for a second. Jacob and Race stared at each other, both breathing heavily, faces flushed and eyes hot and dark with desire. Jacob moved first, pulled Race back to him with the hand that was still wrapped around the back of his neck. He kissed him again, a hot wet slide of lips and tongue, before he pulled back and pressed their foreheads together.

  “Alright. If you’re being honest and you really want me, really want another chance then I’m going to give it to you. I’ll be home tonight at around nine o’clock. If you show up I’ll know you’re serious. We can have dinner, talk, and then see how things go. If you don’t then we’ll just do our best to forget this ever happened and we can try to go back to being what we were.” Jacob wasn’t ashamed of how much he wanted Race, wasn’t ashamed to put it out there like that, not now that he knew Race wanted him too. He was a grown man, fully capable of making his own decisions and going after the things that he wanted, and he wanted Race, wanted him bad.

  Race was the one who pushed forward then, slotted their mouths together with one smooth gesture and kissed Jacob until he could feel his knees begin to weaken from the sheer force of it. He slumped against the shelf behind him when Race took a step back and ran both hands over his buzzed hair, tugged his shirt straight and then looked up and caught Jacob’s gaze with his own.

  “I’ll be there, Jacob. You can trust me on that.”

  Race raked his gaze over Jacob’s disheveled form one last time and then turned and stalked from the small room. Jacob, heart hammering and want still curling in his stomach, could only watch him go, anticipation and hope building inside of him at the thought of the night to come.

  The rest of the day passed Jacob by in a distracted daze. He barely registered Kyle’s obnoxious congratulatory backslap or the way the women from earlier whispered behind their hands and giggled at his obviously dazed appearance when he stepped back out into the store front to refill a display.

  He couldn’t close down the shop fast enough that afternoon, and was grateful in a distant sort of way when Kyle ushered him out the door early and promised to finish shutting the place down and locking up. He forced himself to focus long enough to drive the van back to his house safely. He glided into his house, tossed his bag in the general direction of the sofa and threw himself into one of his chairs.

  Jacob tilted his head back until he could stare at the beams in his ceiling. His mind circled around what to cook, what to wear, just generally what to do with himself in the few hours he had before Race hopefully arrived. He’d seemed so sure of himself, had seemed so sure he was going to be at Jacob’s door, but Jacob was loathe to get his hopes up only to be disappointed again.

  After a few more minutes of lying around Jacob finally shook himself out of the haze he’d been in for most of the day. He’d reached a decision earlier, and he was going to stick with it. He’d decided he was going to go after what he wanted and that was just what he was determined to do now.

  He wasn’t going to lie around and let doubts and fear tangle him up inside. He was going to cook dinner, take a shower, and then wait for Race. If the mechanic wasn’t there by ten minutes after he was going to eat, have a few beers, and then finally get on with his life. He leveled himself up and out of his chair and set to work.

  Chapter Five

  Jacob’s heart hammered in his chest when his doorbell rang at nine o’clock exactly. He ran a hand through his still damp hair nervously, wiped the moisture off on his slacks and went to answer the door. Race stood on his step, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants, and Jacob had to suppress a groan at the sight of him.

  He was dressed casual and yet clean like Jacob himself was, with black slacks and a dark blue shirt pulled tight across the wide plane of his chest. Jacob was almost fervently thankful to notice that he wasn’t completely clean-shaven and had instead neatly trimmed the formally roguish looking stubble down into the beginnings of a neat beard. If the evening went in the direction he’d been hoping it would then he might just get to fulfill that wish of finding out just what that stubble felt like against the skin of his inner thigh.

  “Can I come in?” Race stared at Jacob, a brow arched in amusement as his own eyes raked over Jacob’s clean appearance. It was a bit strange for them to face each other without one of them being covered with grease and the other dusted with flour.

  “Of course.” Jacob flushed lightly, pulled the door open farther and moved to the side to gesture Race inside.

  Jacob shut the door behind him and when he turned around Race was close enough to touch. Jacob didn’t step back; instead he angled his head back a bit so he could lock eyes with Race. The mechanic’s stare was hot and intent, and Jacob felt gratified at the way Race’s eyes followed the movements of his mouth when he smiled up at him slowly.

  “I’m glad you came.”

  “I told you I would and I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be to be honest with you.” Race grinned down at him in return, and the way it lit up Race’s face and caused those deep dimples to wink at him broke Jacob down completely. He pushed himself forward and farther into Race’s space and forced Race to step back so that he could crowd the larger man up against a nearby wall.

  “I’m going to kiss you again, and if you don’t want me to then you need to say something.” Jacob breathed the words out against Race’s lips. Race’s arm snapped out and wrapped itself around Jacob’s waist and pulled him forward with a sharp jerk. Their hips crashed together, and Race buried his other hand in Jacob’s hair. Jacob could feel the heat coming off of Race like a furnace, and all he wanted to do was get closer to it.

  “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is stop you from putting your mouth on me.” This time they both moved together. Their mouths were hungry. Their tongues tangled and teeth nipped at each other like they’d both waited for nothing else since the last time they’d kissed. Jacob wrapped an arm around Race’s shoulder and cupped the back of his head in the palm of his hand. The feel of Race’s prickly hair against his skin did nothing but remind him of what he wanted, of the desire to have Race’s mouth on him again, to finally know what it would feel like to be blanketed beneath his weight.

  Jacob’s free hand slid down Race’s side until he could slip his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt. Race’s skin was warm and smooth, and he inhaled sharply when Jacob trailed his fingertips around to flirt with his navel and then dip down beneath the waistband of his pants. Jacob felt heat flood his stomach when his fingertips hit nothing but skin. Race’s pants were too tight for him to get his hand in too far so he had to settle for rubbing the pads of his fingers against what skin he could reach.

  He threw himself deeper into the kiss, and Race’s arm tightened around his waist; the action drew them closer together and forced Jacob to pull his hand back and away. Jacob raked his nails lightly across Race’s scalp, and the hand Race had tangled in his hair tightened in response. The kiss broke again, and Race dipped his head down and licked a wet stripe up the side of Jacob’s neck.

  “I wanted to do this ri
ght, Jacob, wanted to do it the way I should have the first time around.” Race gritted out the words as his teeth nipped at the lobe of Jacob’s ear. Jacob shivered and pressed closer. “Either we stop now or I’m not going to let you go until I’ve had my hands and mouth on every part of you.”

  “Dinner can wait. I want to get my hands on you this time too. Want to find out what you taste like.”

  Race shuddered against him and pressed their hips even tighter together and then his hands were moving, scrambling to get underneath Jacob’s shirt, tug it up and over his head. Jacob laughed, low and deep, his own voice harsh with want as he fought to get his hands hooked around the hem of Race’s shirt as well. Finally, despite the way they both interfered with one another, they were both naked to the waist.

  Jacob felt his mouth go dry at the sight of Race bare from the waist up, the way his skin looked smooth and was tanned golden, the way his nipples were a dusky pink and begged to be bitten. Jacob’s eyes zeroed in on the swirl of black ink on Race’s chest and as close as he was he could finally make out the design. He stared at it for a moment, his brow arched in amusement as he realized exactly what it was.

  “A turtle?” Jacob reached up and traced the stylized shell with his fingertip. “Wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, to be honest with you.”

  “I like them.” Race shrugged lightly, and Jacob couldn’t help but find the action mesmerizing as he watched his muscles shift and flow beneath his skin.

  Unable to help himself Jacob leaned forward and ran his tongue straight through the center of the design and then latched his mouth onto the skin there and sucked just like he’d wanted to earlier. Race groaned low in his throat and shifted his hips to rub the hard ridge of his cock against Jacob’s hip. Jacob pulled back after a few more seconds, satisfied with the blossoming bruise he’d left in his wake.

  “I’ve wanted to do that all day, ever since I found out you had one.”

  “Either you tell me where your bedroom is, Jacob, or I’m going to fuck you in your hallway.”

  Jacob stepped back and wrapped a hand around Race’s bare bicep and tugged him down the hallway and towards his room. He stepped up to the edge of the bed and turned back around. Race reached out and ran his fingers across his chest, then scraped his nails lightly across Jacob’s nipples and watched avidly as he shivered in response.

  “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you, red from the heat and trying your best to fight off Kyle. You were laughing, and all I could think about was getting you down and licking you open, of how good you’d look underneath me, or how good you’d feel when I buried my cock in you.”

  Race stepped closer, crowded Jacob against the edge of the bed like he’d backed him into the shelves earlier that day. Jacob’s knees hit the edge of the bed, and he sat down hard. Race followed him until he straddled Jacob’s lap, the fabric of his pants pulled tight across powerful thighs.

  “There’s so much I want to do to you, things there just isn’t enough time to do tonight. But I do know where I’d like to start.” Race kissed him again, a hard press of lips that was over before Jacob could really respond, and then he stood and his hands reached out to pull at the fly of Jacob’s pants. Jacob scrambled to help him, lifted his hips up off of the mattress and then toed off his shoes and socks. When his slacks were off and across the room, Race moved as if to cover him again, but Jacob pushed him back so he could sit up and reach for Race’s buttons as well.

  “I want to see you this time, want to feel you too,” Jacob rasped out.

  Race smirked, a naughty glint in his eyes as he stepped back again, kicked his shoes and socks off and then reached to slowly pop the button on his slacks and draw the zipper down. Jacob could barely contain himself, had to fight down the urge to lurch across the short distance between them to get his mouth on Race. The sight of Race’s cock, thick and long, the head damp and flushed a dark wanting red, was enough to break Jacob’s restraint. He was on his knees in front of Race in the next second, a hand reaching out to wrap around the base of his cock as his tongue licked a wet stripe up the shaft to swirl around the head.

  Race groaned and buried a hand in Jacob’s hair to tug him closer as Jacob mouthed at the head of his cock. Race’s taste exploded across Jacob’s tongue, bitter and thick but still pleasing, still something he wanted more of. It was only the way Race tugged him back and off that kept Jacob from getting lost in the act, from getting completely immersed in the task.

  “God, Jacob! Your mouth is too good. Ease off or this is going to be over with entirely too quickly.” Jacob pulled off with an obscene pop and grinned up at Race.

  “Thought you said you wouldn’t want to stop me from putting my mouth on you.”

  “Smartass. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, plenty of time for me to put that mouth to good use. I told you earlier that right now I’ve got other plans.”

  Race urged him up onto his feet and then with a strong arm wrapped around his waist tumbled them both back down to the mattress. They ended up on their sides; Race spooned up behind Jacob, the hard line of his cock nestled against the curve of his ass. Race mouthed wetly at the curve of Jacob’s neck and his hand slid across the cut of his hip to wrap around the base of his cock. Race squeezed lightly, just enough pressure to send chills down Jacob’s spine, and he bucked up into his hold.

  “Slick?” Race questioned him.

  “Shit … um, the drawer on your side.” Race’s heat moved from where he’d been pressed against Jacob’s back, arm trapped beneath Jacob’s body as he stretched across the bed and fumbled for the drawer. He was back just as quickly, and he tossed a condom from the pack in the drawer onto the mattress beside Jacob. Jacob heard the tube Race had originally gone after click open, and he braced himself for the chill when Race prodded at his hole with a slick finger.

  He forced himself to relax, to sink into the realization that he had Race in his bed finally after all those months of fantasies and fucking his own hand at night before he went to sleep. Race groaned again, and his finger pressed in deeper as he nipped at Jacob’s neck and laved the abused flesh with his tongue. Jacob bucked back into his hand, forced Race even farther inside of him. He felt it in his toes when Race withdrew and then added another finger and thrust them both knuckle deep inside of him, and then twisted and spread them to stretch him out.

  “I’m good. Race, I’m good. Just … fuck me now, alright? Just do it.” Jacob moaned. He didn’t want Race to stretch him too far. He wanted to feel the burn, the harsh little tug and pull that added that extra dimension to his pleasure.

  “You sure?” Race sounded eager but still concerned, and it warmed Jacob that he was so worried about his comfort.

  “Yes.”

  Race’s free arm came back over his waist and groped for the previously thrown down condom. Jacob could hear him fumbling behind him to rip it open with his teeth and then roll it on with one hand but finally Race seemed ready because he pressed himself against Jacob’s back. Jacob shuffled on the bedspread for a second until he was bent a little bit farther over Race’s arm.

  He sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax even further when Race sealed his mouth over the back of his neck and began to press inside of him. It was slow, painfully and deliciously slow, and Jacob was determined to savor every second of it. He was determined to remember every inch of Race, every short shallow thrust of his hips that pushed him farther into Jacob by the second.

  Finally, when Race was buried in him to the hilt he let out a deep sigh and registered the feel of Race gently stroking his side with his free hand. It was comforting, more so than Jacob had expected, and he nudged Race with a shoulder so he could tilt his head back for a kiss that was deep and tender as he gave his hips a small wiggle and enjoyed the way Race hissed into the kiss.

  “Move.” He whispered the word out against Race’s lips.

  Race hesitated for a second and then he gave a shallow thrust and when Jacob only moaned i
n reassurance he gave another, this one deeper and a bit harder. Slowly, with Jacob’s encouragement, he built up a rhythm. It was slower than Jacob had expected from their earlier burst of passion and fire, but it was electrifying and intense. His cock, which had flagged a bit in the process, hardened again, and he reached down to and wrapped his fist around his shaft.

  Race buried his face in the nape of his neck again, and Jacob focused on the sweet feel of his cock moving deep inside of him, of the way he brushed against his prostate on every other stroke. It sent shocks of pleasure up and down his spine, made his head fuzzy and his toes curl as the pleasure built in his stomach. He kept the pace of his hand as close as he could with the movement of Race’s hips, tried to match up the rhythm until it was too much, until he began to shake and shudder from the combination.

  “So sweet, Jacob, so good like I knew you would be. Feels so good.” Race crooned in his ear, and the added stimulation of him breathing hot and wet against his ear and the way he praised Jacob was too much for him.

  Jacob’s hand shuddered and shook as he sped up his strokes to chase his own pleasure. When it hit him his spine bowed and he thrust his ass back against Race hard, which caused the other man to groan and buck his own hips hard. Jacob couldn’t help but shake as he spilled over his own fist. Race’s arm tightened around his waist, and he pressed deeper into Jacob as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

  Jacob went limp and pliant in his arms for a few seconds before he came back down enough to realize that Race was still hard and aching inside of him. He twisted his hips in a tight circle, a move that caused Race to dig his fingers into the skin of Jacob’s hip, before he thrust back hard against him. Race grunted at the impact, and Jacob chuckled low and sleepily satisfied.