Table 10: Part 2: A Novella Series

by Jiffy Kate

  “Good. I’m glad I can make LuAnne happy,” I tease, gripping her hips a little tighter.

  “Okay.” She pushes away from me and walks backwards toward the counter filled with bowls of filling and pie dough and flour. It’s a pie lover’s paradise. “I’ve gotta get to work. Especially now that you’re here and I’ll feel horrible if you have to stay here any longer than necessary.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

  “Can I sweeten the deal for you and get you a slice of the coconut cream I baked this afternoon? We had a couple slices left after the dinner rush.”

  “I shouldn’t this late at night, but I can’t turn down your pie.”

  “Oh, please,” she scoffs, shaking her head as she walks to the large walk-in refrigerator. “You of all people don’t need to worry about a little piece of pie.”

  “You have no idea,” I admit. “Since I started coming here, I’ve had to add an extra five miles to my daily run.”

  “I’m sorry?” she asks, smiling as she walks over and places a piece of the coconut cream down in front of me with a fork.

  “Don’t be. I’ll gladly run a hundred miles if it means I can have this every day.”

  She licks her lips as she watches me take the first bite and moan at how good it is. I don’t really even like coconut, but this is a slice of heaven.

  “Okay, well, I’ll just be over here … baking pies,” she mutters, her eyes still on my lips.

  “I’ll be over here, watching.”

  “Right.” She laughs nervously, but goes about her pie baking. And I do just what I said I was going to do, I pull up a chair and watch.

  Kadi baking should be a television show. I’d pay good money for it. But I’d need to have exclusive rights. I wouldn’t want to share her with anyone else. She’s all mine.

  Her methodic movements—mixing, rolling, filling—lull me into a semi-entranced state. Before I know it, my eyelids feel heavy and I must fall asleep, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen, because the next thing I see is Kadi’s beautiful face slowly coming into focus.

  “Nathan?” she asks quietly.

  “Yeah,” I reply, clearing my throat. “Sorry. I guess I fell asleep.”

  “You did, but don’t apologize. I think I might’ve fallen asleep standing up a minute ago.” She laughs lightly, smoothing a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to tell you that these last four pies have two minutes left and then we can leave.”

  “Wow,” I say, sitting up a little straighter and taking in the sight across from me. There are rows of pies cooling—different flavors and designs in the crusts—and they all look amazing. “You’re really good at this. I probably couldn’t bake a pie if my life depended on it.”

  “Sure you can. I’ll teach you sometime, if you’d like. Once you get the basics down, it’s a no-brainer.”

  “I’m sure you could teach me, but it doesn’t mean I’d be good at it. You really have a gift for baking. Have you ever thought about going into business?”

  “Well, I mean, sure I’ve thought about it, but what a pipe dream, right?”

  “Definitely not. I could see you being really successful.”

  She smiles at me so genuinely that it makes my chest squeeze. “Thanks for saying that. And thank you for this opportunity. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. I already told you, you’re helping me out. Well, my mother, but helping her helps me, because I didn’t want to hear her complain about how badly the Junior League’s luncheon went without good desserts. We both know how important the desserts are.”

  “Right,” she says, laughing again. “Well, thanks anyway. This will give me enough money to fix my lock. So, I’m really grateful.”

  “How many minutes until those pies are ready?”

  “Oh, now,” she says, turning quickly and running over to the oven.

  I watch as she bends over, pulling pie after delicious pie out of the oven, but it’s her ass I can’t keep my eyes off of. It’s way more delectable than the pies. Unable to control myself, I walk over to her and when the last pie is safely on the counter, I grab her hips and pull her into me.

  A surprised yelp comes out of her mouth as I run my nose along the shell of her ear, breathing her in. Then her body relaxes into mine, allowing me to turn her around and walk her over to the counter that was covered in flour, but is now sparkling clean. Kadi was a busy girl while I was sleeping.

  “I want you. All I’ve been able to think about for the last week is having you again, in my bed, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

  “Y—you want me here?” Kadi asks as her hands roam from my chest down to the waist of my pants.

  “I want you here, there,” I say, nodding to the front of the diner. “Wherever you’ll let me have you. Please let me have you.”

  Without another word, Kadi grips my shoulders for support and hops up on the counter behind her. “Okay.”

  There are nerves causing her voice to quiver, but the way she licks her lips and begins to pant, her breaths coming faster is the sign I need that she wants me as much as I want her.

  Crashing my lips with hers, I begin devouring her, taking what I’ve wanted, feeding the addiction that’s slowly building inside me.

  Kadi.

  Our kiss becomes frenzied as my hands run up her legs and straight to the hot wetness between her thighs. Thank God for skirts. Kadi lifts up enough for me to slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor at my feet.

  “Oh, God,” Kadi moans. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Mack would kill me—”

  “Forget about Mack. Just look at me, Kadi. Let me see you, taste you.”

  Her eyes roll back as she lets out a long, loud sigh.

  “Lay back,” I command, giving her a light push down to the counter, running a hand from the sliver of neck and chest that shows in her uniform down between her breasts. Before we were finally together, I dreamed about these breasts. Now, I have my own mental pictures to back up what I already knew. They’re pure perfection. And they’re moving up and down with each heavy breath Kadi takes, as she awaits my next move.

  As much as I’d like to take my time and memorize even more of her beautiful body, it’s late and my cock is begging for release. Leaning forward, I lift her skirt, putting her on display.

  My mouth descends on her folds as a shiver runs through her body. Maybe it’s the coolness of the room or the anticipation, regardless, I’m getting ready to fix it for her. With my tongue, I trace the slit of her pussy. Her back arches off the counter at my touch and I smile against her skin. So responsive. So ready.

  Delving in further, I flatten my tongue against her, causing her body to begin writhing beneath me, hungry for more, hungry for release, just like me. And call me selfish, but I want to feel her when she comes apart.

  Instead of bringing her to orgasm with my tongue, I pull out my wallet and retrieve a condom.

  Kadi’s eyes open, and she watches as I unbuckle my belt and then my pants, pulling them down far enough to reach my cock that’s hard and ready. Rolling the condom down my length, I can’t take my eyes off her as she continues to watch with rapt attention.

  “Do you like that?” I ask her. “Do you like what you see?”

  Swallowing hard, she nods her head as her eyes widen in surprise.

  “You can talk to me, Kadi. Tell me what you like. I want to hear it.”

  “I—I like it,” she says nervously, unsure of herself and her answer. I take her hand and wrap her fingers around my hardness, letting her take control.

  “Do you want it?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow. I can tell she’s not used to talking during sex, but I need to hear her.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “It’s yours. Do with it what you want.”

  She licks her lips and stares at me, then my cock, which twitches in her hand. Biting down on her lip, she
looks back at me for a split second before she runs the tip through her wetness, rolling her eyes back at the feel and I fight to keep my focus on her. I want to see her, watch her, learn everything there is to know about this beautiful woman splayed out in front of me.

  Unable to wait any longer, when she lines my dick up with her opening, I thrust my hips forward, burying myself as deep inside her as I can. Kadi cries out, her hands reaching above her head to grasp the other side of the counter, anchoring her as I begin to move inside her.

  “Oh, God,” Kadi cries, wrapping her legs around my hips, her heels digging into my ass.

  I won’t be able to last very long. Not like this. Not watching my cock slide in and out of her and listening to her pants and moans. Reaching between us, I begin rubbing her clit with my thumb, putting pressure where she needs it.

  “Oh, my God,” she moans, her voice breaking on a cry.

  “Come on, baby. Let me hear you,” I encourage. “Let me hear you fall apart.”

  After a few more thrusts, I feel her legs begin to shake, her orgasm quickly approaching. “That’s it.”

  Kadi cries out, her walls pulsing around me, as she arches off the counter. Her body tenses with her release and I allow myself to come, my own orgasm rocking me to my core. I come so hard, my legs feel like they might give out and my head spins, tiny stars clouding my vision.

  Laying over onto her stomach, I pant, trying to retrieve my head from the clouds.

  Kadi’s hands begin to stroke my hair and I know if I don’t move, I’ll fall asleep right here on this counter, with her beneath me and my cock still half inside her. I force myself up, bracing my arms on either side of her.

  The smile that greets me is sleepy and sated and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s after two o’clock.

  “As much as I don’t want to move, if you’re going to get any sleep, I need to get you home.”

  Pulling away from her, I remove the condom and tie a knot in it, unsure of where to toss it.

  Kadi blushes as she steps back into her panties. “The dumpster by the back door?” she asks, seeing the question on my face.

  “Good thinking.”

  “I’m just gonna wipe this down real fast before we go.” She shakes her head as she walks over to a shelf and grabs a spray bottle and rag. “I still can’t believe that just happened.”

  “Oh, it happened. And I can give you an instant replay if you’d like.”

  “Uh, I—” she stutters and I can’t stop the smile on my face.

  The fact she’s pausing long enough to think about it has me ready to go for round two, but she needs sleep and I need her in my bed.

  “Finish up. I need to get you home,” I whisper, kissing her soundly before leaving her to her sanitizing and walking out the back door to discard the evidence.

  When we pull up at my apartment, Kadi is half asleep against the passenger side window. I feel bad that she’s so tired and that she has to be up and back at work in a few hours.

  “Do you think Mack would let you sleep in in the morning?”

  “Fat chance,” she says with a yawn. “Carla is so undependable and LuAnne can’t handle the morning rush alone. But, I did make two extra pies. So, that’s one less thing I have to to do in the morning… or this morning. It’ll buy me an extra hour of sleep.”

  I hop out of the car and meet her at her door as she opens it. Offering my hand, she takes it with a small smile and I wonder why she always hesitates a little when I open her door for her. “What’s with that?” I ask.

  “What?”

  “The smile, acting like you’re embarrassed that I’m opening the door for you. Are you a feminist? Does it offend you that I’m opening your door?”

  “No,” she says with a laugh. “Nothing like that. I mean, I believe in women’s rights and everything, but I don’t feel offended that you open my door. I’ve just never had anyone do that for me. So, I guess the newness hasn’t worn off yet.”

  “No one has ever opened your car door?” I ask, trying to understand.

  “No.”

  “Not a boyfriend or—”

  “No,” she says, cutting me off. “No one. I never remember my dad doing it for my mom, either. Until you, it was just something I saw in movies and TV shows.”

  “Well, that’s unfortunate. All women should have a door held for them, especially one as beautiful as you.”

  She shakes her head and watches me in disbelief. “Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to see if you’re real. If I’m really here with you.”

  “It’s real. I’m real. And so are you. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

  “You think I’m beautiful?” she asks, and I can see her cheeks tinge with pink even in the dimness of the security light. “You said that.”

  “I did. And I meant it. I think you’re beautiful and wonderful and so different from anyone I’ve ever known. But also familiar, like I know you, even more than I really do.”

  We’re standing at the back door of my building in the middle of the wee hours of the morning, but I feel like something exchanges between us. The air feels thicker. The atmosphere feels charged. And I know that if I don’t kiss her right now, right here, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I press her up against the door and I kiss her. I kiss her until we’re both gasping for breath. I kiss her until my head is swimming and my body is on fire for her again.

  “Wow,” Kadi says against my lips when we finally come up for air.

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t know if I can walk after that.”

  “I’ll carry you.”

  She chuckles softly, leaning into my chest. “I’m kidding. I can make it.”

  “Come on,” I tell her, reaching around her to punch in my security code.

  Once we’re upstairs, I feel an instant sense of relief, or maybe satisfaction, of having her here again. Whatever it is, it makes me feel relaxed and wanting to crawl into bed with Kadi beside me and stay there for days, not the few hours we have. But, again, I’ll take what I can get.

  “Uh, I don’t have any clothes again. Do you think I can borrow a t-shirt or something?”

  “You could just forget the clothes,” I tell her. “But, on the other hand, if you want to get some sleep, clothes are a good idea. Wanna shower?” I ask, pointing to the bathroom.

  “With you?” Her face morphs into something between shock and intrigue.

  “Not tonight, because, like you sleeping naked, that wouldn’t be conducive to you getting some sleep.”

  “Right.”

  “Go, I’ll put some clothes in there for you. I can throw your uniform into the laundry for you, if you’d like.”

  “You have a washing machine?”

  “I do. I don’t use it very often, but I have one.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  I let her get a head start in the bathroom. When I hear the water turn on, I wait, giving her a chance to have a few minutes, before I slip inside and retrieve her uniform and leave in its place a T-shirt and sweatpants. The same ones she wore the last time she was here.

  For a second, I think about reconsidering and joining her, but I don’t. I do watch her for a moment, her gorgeous silhouette on display. I watch as she stands in the stream of water and then moans in pleasure. With that, I quietly leave, adjusting my cock along the way.

  Half an hour later, Kadi’s uniform is in the dryer and she’s tucked into my bed sound asleep. I should be sleeping too, but I can’t take my eyes off her. So, I’m laying here awake, trying to think of ways I can keep her here. Outside of kidnapping, I haven’t come up with a good plan. Eventually, I slide over to her and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me.

  Table 10

  Sleep must find me, because I don’t remember anything until my annoying alarm begins to beep. It wasn’t much, but it was the best two and a half hours I’ve had in a week. Kadi stirs beside me and then lets o
ut a whimper.

  “No, make it stop,” she says in a raspy, sleepy voice.

  “Give me the word and I’ll call Mack for you.” I want nothing more than to call in for her.

  “I can’t,” she huffs, throwing the blanket off her and climbing out of bed.

  “You’re really cute for someone who just woke up and only got three hours of sleep,” I tell her, taking in her rumpled hair and my T-shirt that hangs down to mid-thigh.

  She turns to look at me and squints her eyes. “I think you’re still dreaming, because there is nothing cute about me in the mornings. I’m surprised you haven’t kicked me out already.” Her lips turn up on one side as her lids drop and she lets her eyes roam over me. I let her, loving the way she looks at me.

  “I’d like to do a lot of things to you right now, but kicking you out is not on the list.”

  Her expression goes serious, one eyebrow arching. “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh. Now, go get your cute ass in the bathroom and I’ll get your uniform for you. And coffee?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she sighs. “Coffee would be wonderful.”

  “I can make you some bacon for the road,” I add, not sure she ever has time to just sit down to a meal. It seems like she’s always working, waiting on others.

  “There you go, seducing me again.”

  “I try,” I tell her with a wink, swatting her ass as I pass her on my way to the kitchen.

  Chapter 6

  Kadi seems surprised to see me this morning, probably because I’m a little earlier than usual. Besides it being harder to stay away from her now, I have some news that I’m excited to share with her.

  “Well, hello. You’re here early.” She greets me with the best smiles. This one is full of amusement and secrets and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking about. “You must have wanted your pie extra hot today.”

  I nearly choke on my tongue, thanks to her, but fuck me, if I don’t love it.

  Before I can respond, she blurts out, “You know, because the pies are fresh out of the oven.” She bites down on her bottom lip to keep from giggling but I can’t help but laugh loudly. She’s just too cute for words.