by Lynn Cooper
“Sheridan may look perfect on the outside, but she has the worst flaw of all—a black heart. And I don’t see Decker going down that road again.”
Taking a deep breath, Ella said, “We’ll see. Right now, I really just want to go home.”
ELLA KICKED OFF THE black cowboy boots, shed her blouse and stepped out of her Levis. She stood naked in front of the mirror and scrutinized her body—a bad habit she thought had been broken for good. But seeing Sheridan laying claim to Decker tonight had caused all the old insecurities and body-image issues to come flooding back.
Refusing to dwell on her imperfections, she put on her favorite pink, fluffy bathrobe and crawled into bed. Flipping on the television, she channel- surfed until she came across An Affair to Remember starring Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. This movie was a perfect example of what falling in love will get you—heartache and a long stint in a wheelchair.
She turned the TV off and grabbed her laptop from the bedside table. After checking her work email and a few social-media sites, she logged into her PCOS support group. The Soul Cysters never failed to cheer her up with funny cartoons and anecdotes related to their symptoms and experiences with polycystic ovarian syndrome. Often times, she chimed in with her own humorous struggles and antics.
But tonight the message boards were jam- packed with negativity—women commiserating about their nonexistent love lives. Ella found no comfort in their camaraderie. She had been a lifelong subscriber to the theory that misery loves company. But that was about to change. From now on, she chose to believe that company loves company. And the only company she wanted to keep was with Decker Wyman.
Instead of sulking about in her bedroom, she needed to put on her big girl panties and go get the man she loved. Holy crap! Ella Skye was in love and she wasn’t about to let go of the best feeling she ever had without a fight.
Her adrenaline was pumping. She got dressed faster than she ever thought possible, grabbed her keys and ran down the stairs two at a time. Flinging the front door open, she bounded over the threshold and slammed into a solid wall of muscle.
“Where’s the fire, darlin?’”
“Decker! What are you doing here?”
Taking his hand from behind his back, he said, “For starters, I wanted to give you these.”
Ella gasped. “Oh! Daffodils! They’re my favorite. How’d you know?”
With that crooked, boyish grin that made her stomach flip flop, he said, “I didn’t. I just tried to think of the happiest, prettiest, sweetest flower I could—one that reminded me of you. And the double-bloomin’ yellow daffodil seemed to fit the bill perfectly.”
“I love them,” she sighed, taking the bouquet and laying it on the entryway table. “And—and—Decker, I love you.”
His voice was hoarse with emotion as he pulled her close. “Oh, hell, darlin,’ that’s the real reason I’m here. To say I love you and, just as importantly, to tell you I’m free to love you.”
Tears filled Ella’s eyes. She stepped out of his embrace and asked, “Sheridan signed the papers?”
“Yep. She’s headed back to New York on the red-eye.”
“Oh, Decker, I was so worried. I—”
“Hey,” he interrupted. “Where were you headed in such a hurry?”
“I was on my way to the ranch.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“I was coming to fight for you. At first I was intimidated by Sheridan’s beauty, and I was afraid she would convince you to take her back. But then I realized how I felt about you, and I just couldn’t let you go. So, I put on my big girl panties—literally, the only kind I own, and—”
Ella’s words died out mid-sentence when Decker’s expression turned deeply serious. “I think we need to get somethin’ straight right here and now, darlin.’ There’s not a woman on God’s green earth that’s more beautiful than you. A real man wants a woman who can fill his hands and his heart. A soft, curvy body he can lose himself in, you understand?”
Ella lowered her eyes to his chest. “If that’s true, then why did you marry a supermodel? You must have been attracted to the type.”
“I was attracted to who I thought she was on the inside. Truthfully, I worried about her bein’ underweight. For me, a woman’s appearance is only part of the package. With Sheridan, I fell in love with an idea and a deception that she perpetuated. She made me believe that she cared for me and wanted to share my life. But nothin’ about her was genuine. All I feel for her now is pity. Let’s agree not to talk about Sheridan anymore. She’s my past. You’re my future.”
Ella beamed with joy.
Decker scooped her up and sealed his mouth over hers.
Ella pulled back and breathlessly asked, “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been dyin’ to do all evenin,’ darlin.’” Holding her gaze, he growled, “I don’t think you understand how badly I need you. Not makin’ love to you, causes me a great pain. There’s nothin’ I want more than to carry you to your bed, strip off your clothes and sink my achin’ manhood deep inside your sweet womanly wetness.”
Ella swooned against his chest and whispered, “Upstairs, second room on the left.”
His strength never ceased to amaze her. Decker hastily took the stairs two at a time as though she weighed nothing.
The light from a full moon streamed in through the window, casting a romantic glow across the room. Her breath caught when Decker gently laid her across the bed. Her whole body hummed with anticipation. Her heart galloped thunderously in her chest as she watched him undress.
Dear God, he was statuesque. Decker Wyman was muscle and granite and virility incarnate. She didn’t know if she could handle this much man, but she sure wanted to try. Her experience with the opposite sex was fairly limited, but she trusted Decker to take good care of her.
Without saying a word, he reached for her boots, slowly pulling them off one at a time. She sucked in a breath as his big, strong hands moved up her thighs, caressing their way to the button and zipper on her Levis. He held her gaze while his nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped.
Ella lifted her hips so he could pull them down her legs and off her feet. She watched as he held her jeans suspended in the air for an exhilarating heartbeat before dropping them to the floor. She could barely breathe as his eyes roamed over the creamy flesh of her thighs.
The old Ella would have cringed at having a man look so closely at her body. But the pure, open admiration and want on Decker’s face made her feel like a goddess. She was no longer uncomfortable with her plus-size figure. She reveled in it. And it wasn’t just his face that reflected his feelings. It was the enormous length and girth of his erection that screamed his desire for her loud and clear.
His smoldering eyes had her trembling, and that honey-coated southern drawl drew even more moistness to the center of her sex. “Raise your arms, darlin,’ this blouse has got to go. I want to see and feel every inch of my little cupcake cutie.”
When he had tossed her shirt aside, he lay beside her. His warm hand fondled one heavy breast as he pulled back the flimsy fabric of her bra with his teeth. He peppered hot kisses all along the underside of her full, beautiful globe. She cried out and arched her back. His thumb searched for her nipple and easily found the hard pebble pushing and straining toward his hungry mouth.
Writhing in pleasure, Ella dug her fingers into his biceps while he firmly suckled her. “Oh, Decker,” she sighed.
He groaned, lightly tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue.
Ella wasn’t sure how much of his sweet torture she could stand.
Sliding his hand down her stomach, he trailed a blaze of fire with his fingertips. Teasingly, he touched the waistband of her panties before sensuously slipping his hand inside to cup her mound.
He held her gaze while caressing the soft curls at the apex of her womanhood. Then slowly, he slid a finger between her feminine folds. Finding her clitoris protruding and engorged with desire, he rubbed it gently
. With each upward caress, his breathing came harder and faster. “Such a sweet little pussy,” he whispered softly. “I love that you’re so wet for me, Ella.”
She couldn’t help panting. Her hips rose and fell with each touch of his finger. Her core continued to tighten and coil. She could barely breathe when he smiled down at her.
He kissed her deeply while his finger continued to work its magic on her throbbing clit. She moved restlessly against the sheets. When he raised his head to look into her eyes, she saw the heated determination in his face. She knew her moans were driving him to rub her bud harder.
Like a starving man, he sucked one nipple while lightly pinching her clit. His warm breath mingled with hers. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Ella. No woman has ever made me harder.”
His naughty words and adept fingers were a lethal combination.
She felt like a volcano erupting. The swirling heat and scalding lava flowed through her veins, causing her to explode under his exquisite torture. “Oh God, Decker, that was amazing!”
“That was just the beginnin,’ darlin.’”
As the last shudders of her orgasm faded, Decker stripped off her bra and panties before positioning himself between her legs. He gripped the base of his cock, teasing her repeatedly by dragging his erection up and down through her slick folds.
She whimpered her need and dug her fingers into the bedclothes.
Decker grabbed her hips and slowly nudged her entrance. He moaned loudly as he entered her, thrusting deep and hard.
Ella gasped with each shockwave of pleasure. Her legs moved against his hips. The hot, wet folds of her womanhood cradled his cock. When he withdrew slowly until he was almost all the way out before plunging forward again, she lost her breath.
She loved watching his face while he watched himself sliding in and out of her. Reaching between them, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris. “God, your pussy is glistening so pretty and pink.”
Ella was breathless and floating high in the clouds. Having Decker lovingly worship her body while talking dirty to her had her nerve endings thrumming from head to toe. She closed her eyes and arched her back as he pounded her relentlessly. His moans mingled with her whimpering, punctuating every delicious thrust. He drove them both harder and faster until they screamed their orgasms in unison.
Ella snuggled against Decker’s side, laying her head on his chest. Their breathing had calmed and his hand was lazily caressing her back. She couldn’t recall ever feeling safer or happier in all her life.
Lifting her head to look into his deep blue eyes, she asked, “So what happens next? It hardly seems like courting is in order. I mean, shouldn’t all of that have come before you bedded me?”
“Darlin,’ I’m never gonna stop courtin’ you. But you’ve got a point. In this humble cowboy’s opinion, marryin’ should come next. What do you think?”
She giggled. “I think you’re crazy.”
“I am—crazy in love with you, Ella. Say, yes. Say you’ll marry me.”
Ella didn’t need to think about it. She knew what her answer would be. But, she took a deep, long, exaggerated breath, making Decker wait. She wanted to savor the moment—the best one of her life.
The look of anticipation and expectancy on his face made him look even sexier.
Smiling, she gazed into the depths of his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes! Decker Wyman, I can’t wait to be your wife.”
Planting his hands in her hair, he kissed her sweetly before pinning her beneath him. “Darlin,’ I’m gonna spend the rest of this night showin’ you how much you mean to me.”
Ella’s eyes sparkled with playful passion. “And what exactly do you have in mind, cowboy?”
Seductively, he slid down her body. Placing his hands under her hips, he squeezed her buttocks. “For starters, I’m gonna taste my little cupcake cutie,” he said, winking at her before burying his face in her sex.
“Oh,” Ella moaned, sucking in a sharp breath when he licked the entire length of her slit. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her hands fisted the sheets as he flicked her folds and circled her clitoris with his tongue. His sensual assault continued until she convulsed and cried out from the intensity of her orgasm. “Oh, Decker! I love you so much.”
“I love you always, darlin.’”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cupcake Cutie is Lynn Cooper’s sixteenth publication. She is the author of Calling Doctor Feel Good; Heart Healer; The Pearl Stringer; Baptism of the Heart; Corporate Punishment; Andrela (A 1920’s historical love story); Burning for Tessa (A suspense novella); 1976 (Southern Flash Fiction); Keystrokes: An Erotic Novella; Long Legs and Even Longer Short Stories: An Erotic Romance Collection; Devlin’s Deal; Discipline and Desire (Dominant Seduction Series, Volume 1); Demanding Desires (Dominant Seduction Series, Volume 2); Dominating Delights (Dominant Seduction Series, Volume 3); Dominant Seduction: The Complete Series. Her books can be purchased at www.amazon.com. They are available in paperback and e-reader formats.
Lynn makes her home in South Carolina where she lives in an enchanted forest with her own real-life prince. She loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at [email protected]
