Stripped Bare: Hammers and Veils

by Love, Frankie

  But I can’t fuck her morning, noon, and night. I need to let my little angel sleep and regain her energy. Now, she’s walking toward me with bright eyes. God, she may no longer be a virgin, but she has an innocence to her that gets me hard as hell every time I look her way.

  She hasn’t seen the place in a couple of days, and I’m hoping she’ll love what I’ve done.

  “I got your text asking me to meet you here,” she says as she reaches me. “Is everything okay?” She steps up to me on her tiptoes, her lips instantly on mine as if there’s a magnetic force pushing us together. If we weren’t on the sidewalk, I’d pick her up and press her against this wall.

  When she pulls back, I take her hand, squeezing it. “I wanted you to see the finished product.”

  “You’re finished?” Her eyes widen. “How?” She shakes her head. “You’ve been with me every minute.”

  I pull her toward me again and inhale her sweet scent. Vanilla and sprinkles. “I put in a few hours when you were sleeping. And I called in a couple favors from the guys. You can be up and running tomorrow.”

  “Oh my god, Eli. I don’t know how to thank you.”

  I nibble on her ear. “Cupcakes and sex are an easy way to a man’s heart.”

  She giggles pulling back slightly. “Are you saying I have a chance of getting your heart?”

  “Not a chance sweetheart, it’s already a done deal.”

  “Oh,” she says breathlessly, blinking up at me. And I wonder if I pushed things too fast. But then everything about us has been fast.

  But when you know, you know. And one look at Karis and I knew she belonged right here in my arms.

  “You ready to see your new bakery?” I ask, changing the subject and placing an arm around her waist.

  “I can’t wait.” She claps her hands as I lead her toward the door and open it for her.

  She stops when she steps in, and I hear her small gasp.

  The walls are pale pink with a white marble countertop. There is a glittering chandelier hanging above the register and a display case that can hold all of her delicious treats.

  And there are bouquets of pink roses everywhere.

  “Well?”

  “It’s...”

  “If there’s anything you want to change—”

  “No. Nothing.” She spins and stands on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

  “I won’t be offended if there is something you don’t like,” I tell her, really wanting this place to be everything she has ever dreamed.

  Tears fill her eyes. “Eli, this shop has been my dream since I was a little girl. The fact you made it a reality is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

  “I have one more surprise,” I tell her, leading her toward the backroom. I push open a door that has a nameplate on it. CUPCAKE. “It’s not much yet, but you can make it your office.”

  “This is amazing. I can put a desk there, a bookshelf for all my cookbooks, and maybe a comfy chair where I can rest while things are baking.”

  I smile, happy that she can see the space as her own.

  A twinkle fills her eyes. “I have one question though ...” She licks her lips. “Is there a lock on this door?”

  I lift my eyebrows. “Yeah, why?”

  She lifts the hem of her dress and tosses it aside. Underneath she’s wearing nothing at all. My Cupcake is naked, head to toe. “You didn’t like getting the kitchen dirty, but here we can lock the door. Getting down to business in here should be up to code, wouldn’t you think?”

  She steps toward me, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants. My little virgin is all grown up.

  I grunt. “I suppose it shouldn’t be a problem.” I grin, her hands taking hold of my stiff cock.

  “In that case,” she says, dropping to her knees. “I think I have one more cake to frost.”

  Chapter Ten

  Karis

  For Heaven’s Cake has only been open for two weeks and I’m overwhelmed by the response from the community. It’s a Saturday afternoon and every table is occupied, and there has been a constant influx of customers from open to close. It’s been overwhelming and wonderful all at the same time. I hired two high school students to help run the front of the store, which means I get to do what I really love - bake sweets.

  “This place is booming,” Eli says as he comes into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

  “I know. I can hardly keep up.” My hands are covered in flour, but I let him pull me against his chest, and take the kiss he offers. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to what his kiss does to me. I melt into him, wishing for a moment that there weren’t a dozen customers on the other side of the wall.

  “God, you taste good,” he murmurs against my lips.

  I pull back slightly. “I thought you had a big project today?”

  “Biggest one ever,” he says with a smirk.

  “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here then?”

  He taps his temple. “It’s all part of the plan.”

  “Where is the job site exactly?” I ask.

  He raises his eyebrows. “That’s the thing. It’s going to be a long-term project. Will take a lot of attention and I’ll need to be a hundred percent committed.”

  “Wow, sounds like a huge deal. The rest of Nailed It okay with you taking on such a big job?”

  “They were a little surprised that I wanted to go ahead with it, but once I explained the situation with the client, they realized I wasn’t messing around. That this was the job of a lifetime.”

  “Okay, now you’ve got my attention. Who’s hiring you?”

  He frowns. “It’s not exactly a client-contractor relationship.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “More like a partnership. Fifty-fifty.”

  Fuzzy on the details, I ask. “And how long will this partnership last?”

  “I’m hoping forever,” he says, before dropping to one knee. He pulls out a black jewelry box and opens it, revealing a solitaire diamond set on a gold band. I understand now what contract he is after. “I want to be more than a handyman, Karis. I want to be your man. Will you marry me?”

  “Of course I’ll marry you, Eli.” I cover my mouth as tears fill my eyes. “You were freaking me out,” I say, laughing as he slides the ring on my finger.

  “I love you, so much,” he tells me. “I fixed this shop for you, but you fixed my heart. Made me believe in love again.”

  I wrap my arms around him, flour now covering his shirt too. “Come here, fiancé,” I tell him.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My office, silly. While those cupcakes are in the oven, I need you to whip up another kind of treat.”

  “Oh yeah? In that case, let’s not forget the caramel sauce,” he says, grabbing a bottle from the shelf.

  I look over my shoulder and smile. “Sounds like the perfect afternoon delight.”

  Epilogue 1

  Eli

  Three months later…

  “She said she wanted to talk to you before the ceremony,” my buddy Colton says, stepping beside me and leaning in so no one else can hear. “But I told her it had to wait - the wedding is already starting.” I’m standing at the front of the church, the guests are all here, and my groomsman Mason is already walking down the aisle with one of Karis’ cousins.

  “Does she have cold feet?” I ask, a wave of dread washing over me.

  Colton shrugs. “I don’t know. But I have to go back so I can walk down the aisle with the bridesmaid.”

  He leaves as fast as he came, making me more confused than ever. What did Karis need me for?

  Before I can dwell on it for long, the rest of the bridal party is walking down the aisle toward the pastor and me. When the organ music begins, all the guests stand and Karis begins walking down the aisle. My heart slows a bit. She’s not a runaway bride. So what did she need to talk to me about so urgently?

  It’s ha
rd to focus on anything besides how beautiful she looks. She has on a white gown with a big full skirt, and she looks like a princess. My princess. She carries a bouquet of pink roses, but I can’t see her eyes, as they are covered by a lace veil.

  It feels like an eternity before she finally reaches me. Up close I can see her eyes are filled with emotion. Her father lifts her veil and steps aside.

  Now, standing across from me, I take her hand. “What’s wrong?” I ask before the pastor gets a chance to speak.

  She blinks, a tear falling down her cheek. “I’m pregnant, Eli. I just found out.”

  The pastor hears her and gasps - and I realize there is a mic above us - and everyone in the church just found out too.

  Her eyes go wide as she realizes what has just happened - but before she can get embarrassed, there is a chorus of applause and cheers from all our friends and family who have gathered here to support us.

  “Really?” I ask, pulling my bride-to-be in my arms.

  “Yes, really,” she says.

  “I love you so much, Karis,” I say, pulling her into my arms.

  The pastor clears his throat. “Well, what a fine day for a wedding, wouldn’t you all agree?”

  Everyone claps and I look back at my groomsmen, Colton, Porter, and Mason, the co-owners of Nailed It Construction. They are all grinning and shaking their heads.

  I’m going to be a father. The thought should scare me, but then I look into Karis’ eyes and warmth floods my body as I picture my wife with a baby in her arms.

  I turn to the pastor. “It’s time for me to marry the mother of my child, don’t you think?”

  * * *

  When we reach the honeymoon suite, I scoop up my bride and kick open the door. It’s time to carry my wife over the threshold.

  “I need to get out of this dress,” she moans. “It’s suffocating me!”

  I laugh. “I am happy to help with that.”

  It takes several minutes, but eventually we get her out of her gown, and there she is, my bride, in a white corset, no panties, and stockings held up with a garter belt.

  “Mother of pearl, look at you. Your pussy is so fucking bare.” My cock throbs for release, her sweet little pussy is shaved clean.

  She runs her hand down her body, her fingers at her entrance. She touches herself, teasing me. “I got a special wax, just for you, husband.”

  I tug off my tie and shrug off my jacket. I wore this penguin suit for my girl, but now I’m ready to be stripped down to nothing, to have her skin against mine - to fill her with her husband’s cock.

  Now, I’m naked before her and I stroke my cock, so fucking ready to fill my wife’s pussy.

  She steps toward me. “When I took the test before the wedding I was shaking. I wanted you to know before we took our vows.”

  “It wouldn’t have changed anything,” I tell her, pulling down the cups on her corset so I can kiss her ripe tits.

  “I know,” she murmurs. “But I wanted you to go into this marriage knowing everything. I almost managed...”

  “What other secrets have you been keeping?”

  She licks her lips. “There’s one thing I held back...” She drops her chin, lifts her eyes.

  “What is it, Cupcake?” There’s a flash of fear winding its way inside me.

  “It’s not a bad thing ... more like ... a desire.”

  “What kind of desire?” My body stiffens. I thought I knew my wife inside and out. What has she been holding back?

  “I was thinking maybe tonight we could try something else...”

  I frown. “Like?”

  She spins around, her ass cheeks nice and round. “Take me here, Eli. Please.”

  My wife wants me to fuck her creamy ass and there is no way I’ll say no. I drag her to the bed and spread her cheeks. She whimpers as I slide my hand over her slick pussy, coating my fingers in her juice. I stroke my cock with her release, and gently ease myself into her.

  “Oh God,” she moans. My cock throbbing at the sensation. She’s so tight and pure, my innocent virgin wife dreaming all sorts of things she wants me to do to her. Goddammit, I’ll never let her down. My cock swells as I fill her nice and slow, inch by inch.

  “You sure you want this, Cupcake? The plane ride to Tahiti might be hard if you’re sore.”

  “Well, that’s another thing I want.”

  I groan, my cock buried in her sweet ass. I run my hands over her cheeks, her waist. “What’s that, wife?”

  “We could always join the mile high club.”

  “I had no idea a cute ass baker could be so dirty.” I run my hands over her round tits, my cock ready to fill her tight hole with my cum.

  She cries as I pleasure her, the sensation so full and complete. “I wasn’t filthy until you walked into my life,” she pants.

  I finish inside her, knowing I’m going to cover my bride in kisses so her body doesn’t hurt. “Well, For Heaven’s Cake, I’m glad I did.”

  Epilogue 2

  Karis

  Two years later...

  “Mo, Mama, mo.” Ella claps her hands demanding more cake. And while I don’t usually let my little girl eat sweets, today is her first birthday, and I can’t resist the adorable grin she gives me.

  “She’s almost as demanding as her mama,” Eli says, nuzzling my neck from behind as I put a small slice of cake in front of our daughter.

  I chuckle, turning in his arms, loving the strength and warmth I always find there. “Is that a complaint?”

  “Never,” he says before kissing me. And like every time he does, my knees go weak. He whispers against the shell of my ear. “In fact, I have some demands of my own, Mrs. Blake.”

  “Really?” I raise a brow at him. “Like what?”

  “Well I think it’s only fair I get a taste of your cupcake later after the guests leave.”

  He twists his lips. “Obviously. I’m telling you it’s time to get another bun in this oven.” We both laugh, but I know he’s serious. “There’s nothing quite as sexy as seeing my wife as a mom.”

  A baby’s shriek of a laugh pulls us back to reality, and when we turn, our daughter has decided to use the icing to dye her blonde curls purple and blue.

  “You’re supposed to eat the cake, not bathe in it,” I say, laughing and pulling out my phone to get a picture of her.

  My heart swells when she giggles and claps her hand again, giving me a grin that scrunches up her nose and shows of the two new front teeth that just poked through last week.

  “Looks like bath time before nap time,” I say as I pull her out of her highchair.

  “I’ll take her,” Eli says, scooping her from my arms.

  “Dada.” She gives him a big, slobbery baby kiss that leaves him with icing all over his face.

  I smile, grateful for how involved he is in our daughter’s life. Since the day we brought her home from the hospital he’s been incredible. And sometimes when I watch him with her, the mountain of a man who’s both protective and tender, my heart swells with more love than I ever thought possible.

  And Ella loves him just as much, which is evident by that cackling laugh she gives over something funny he must have done.

  “I think Mama wants a cupcake kiss,” Eli says, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

  “Mama, kiss.” Ella claps her hands then reaches for me, giving me a big, wet kiss.

  Who knew it was possible to be this happy?

  “I love you both so much,” I say. “I don’t know how things could ever be better than this.”

  Eli smirks at me, and I see the flash of desire fill his eyes. “I take that as a challenge.”

  Warmth spreads through my body at the promise of those words. “Challenge accepted.”

  “Let’s get our baby girl cleaned up.” He leans in, kissing me, then whispers in my ear. “Then I can strip her mama bare.”

  * * *

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