The Cupcake Coven

by Ashlyn Chase

  “Have a seat,” she said and nodded to the bench.

  “Don’t mind if I do.”

  The minute he was seated, she lowered herself to her knees, grasped his cock and guided it into her mouth. He leaned against the wall and groaned as incredible sensations fired all his nerve endings.

  She took him in deep and applied extra suction as she withdrew.

  “Dear God,” he whispered. “I won’t last long at this rate.”

  Ignoring his weak protest, she carried on. When he tensed, she pulled back and laved her tongue around his shaft as if tracing the rings on a candy cane. It didn’t provide much of a reprieve, because he still wanted to come and come hard.

  “Rebecca…” he murmured.

  She peeked up at him, but didn’t stop attending to his needs.

  “I want to come inside you,” he said.

  She shrugged and went back to deep throating him.

  He gipped the seat and groaned. “Seriously…I can’t hold back much longer.”

  She broke the suction just long enough to say, “Are you sure you don’t want me to keep going this way? I don’t mind.”

  He grabbed her under her arms and hauled her to her feet. Then he sat back down on the bench and patted his lap. “Why don’t you ride and let me do the driving.”

  She grinned. “Reverse cowgirl?”

  “That’s the idea.”

  “Okay.” She turned around and lowered herself onto his erection while Dru gripped her waist. He lifted and lowered her easily. She let out little mewls of pleasure.

  The pressure built again and he groaned. He reached around and massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to rock and moan. He kept it up until she shattered a second time, and then hot cum shot out of his shaft as he went on his own rocket ride. She stayed with him to his last aftershock.

  When at last they stilled, she laid her head back, rested on his shoulder and panted.

  He turned and nuzzled her neck. Then he whispered in her ear. “I love you, Rebecca.”

  She sighed.

  She didn’t say it back. Didn’t say anything at all. “Did I lay my cards on the table too soon?”

  Rebecca fidgeted. She swiveled around and gazed at him. “No. But you’re leaving.”

  “Doesn’t change the way I feel.”

  She rose and grabbed the washcloth from its hook outside. “It was probably the afterglow talking.”

  “No, dammit. I meant it. Look, I know long distance relationships can be difficult…”

  “Try impossible.” She wet the cloth under the spray and offered it to him. “How often do you think I can take a vacation from the bakery?”

  “Uh…not at all?”

  “Correct. And how often can you take a vacation from the ranch.”

  “Well, there’s foaling in early spring, haying in the summer, but other than that it’s just the regular routine…” She had a point. He might be able to manage two weeks at a time, but no more than once or twice a year.

  “Don’t say it again until you’ve had a chance to come back to earth—and make sure you have clothes on.”

  The shower spray was cooling, but that was nothing compared to the splash of cold water to his heart.

  April sat on the deck of Mike’s beach house, gazing out to sea. The clouds were high and slow moving, but there were a lot of them. She hadn’t looked at the newspaper or TV for a weather report that morning and could only guess at what kind of day it was going to be.

  Didn’t matter. It was sunny and warm in her heart.

  Mike stepped out onto the deck with two mugs of coffee. He handed her one, then leaned against the railing. “I guess we should call the shelter and explain why you weren’t in your bed last night.”

  She grinned up at him. “Should we tell them all of it?”

  He chuckled and played with her hair. “I think they can fill in the details for themselves. Besides, they might be jealous.”

  “Yeah, of me.”

  “Me too.” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head, then he dragged the other Adirondack chair next to hers and sat down. He reached for her hand and she happily let him clasp it. That meant she was drinking her coffee with her left hand, but she didn’t mind.

  “Last night was pretty amazing,” she said.

  “Yeah, not bad for a girl who doesn’t know if she’s a virgin or not.”

  She laughed and he grinned over at her.

  Yup. I could stay in this spot for the rest of forever and feel just fine about it. A few silent moments later her mood sobered. “I wonder when my memory will come back?”

  Mike shrugged. “Frankly, I wouldn’t mind if it never did.”

  She whirled on him. “What?”

  He squeezed her hand. “Relax. I just meant that after last night…well, if it turns out you’re married or something—”

  “I’ll get a divorce,” she said immediately.

  He stared at his coffee. “It might not be that simple.”

  Uh oh. “Are you thinkin’ of getting’ back together with your fiancé?”

  “No.” He blew out a sound of disgust. “Hell, no.”

  “Okay.” She relaxed. “I just wondered…”

  He drew her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Don’t worry about her. She had her chance and she blew it.”

  April smiled, then went back to gazing at the gulls gliding on the wind. A queue of sandpipers scurried along the waterline. She couldn’t help wondering if she did have a family out there. She was young, but not too young to have a child or two wondering where their mother was. Why did she have to think of that and spoil her perfect morning?

  “So, do you want to drive around again today and see if anything jogs your memory?”

  She sighed. “I guess so. I don’t have much else to do, but it seems like a losing battle. If I came in on a bus, it’s possible that I’ve never been here before. Maybe I didn’t even get off on the right stop.”

  “I thought of that. I figure we could go on the internet and look up different bus routes. Maybe we can try following a few up and down the coast.”

  “Can you spare the time?”

  “I could probably go back to work in a day or two, but maybe I should take the rest of the week off, just to be sure my memory is intact.” He winked at her.

  She ‘saw’ a flash of a young man who winked at her. Not Mike, but someone about his age. Taller, trimmer, and with light brown hair. “I think I just remembered something. Some one, actually.”

  “Really? Who do you think it was?”

  “I don’t know. Someone who might have winked at me like you just did.”

  “A guy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Close your eyes. See if anything else will come back.”

  She did and tried to recall the young man’s face. She wasn’t very successful. It was already fading.

  “Nah. I’m gettin’ nuthin’.”

  “Well, don’t worry. It’ll probably come back to you again.”

  “Yeah. The apple pie did.”

  “That’s right. And that wasn’t long ago. You’ll probably get a lot more memories soon.”

  “Is that how it was for you?”

  “Yeah. I mean, it helped that my parents were able to fill in a lot of my history, but then the gaps started filling themselves in after that.”

  “Cool. I wish I could run into just one person who knows me. Even that would help me answer basic questions.”

  “Like what planet you’re from?”

  April laughed. “Yeah. Like that. Right now I think I’m from Earth, but you never know. Maybe I’m a Martian.”

  “I’m betting you’re from Venus if last night is any clue.”

  “You want me to bake a what cake?” Rebecca exclaimed.

  Keith stood in front of her grinning. “A cock cake. A group is coming in tomorrow night for a bachelorette party. I know it’s last minute, but the girl’s maid-of-honor mentioned it and we both thoug
ht it would be funny. I said I’d look into it for her. She’s willing to pay up to a hundred dollars, but if it’s too much trouble—”

  “No! It’s no trouble. I’ve just never done one before.”

  Dru returned with his empty tray in time to hear the end of the conversation. “What haven’t you done before?”

  Rebecca propped her hands on her hips. “Baked a cake to look like a penis.”

  Dru reared back and laughed. “I’ll be happy to model for it.”

  She smirked at him. “I’m sure you would, but I think I can remember what they look like.”

  Keith raised his eyebrows. “Remember? Aren’t you two boinking like bunnies?”

  Rebecca felt her face heat. “Let’s see…I don’t have a mold, but maybe I can come up with something. How many does it need to feed?”

  “Twelve.”

  “I still think you should use me as a model,” Dru said, and winked. “You want to make a good one. Not like Michelangelo’s David. You could use two grapes and a cocktail weenie to make that one.”

  “And what are you,” Keith asked. “Two peaches and a salami?”

  Dru grinned. “Why? What have you heard?”

  Keith rolled his eyes. “So, Rebecca…since you two are hot and heavy, and apparently Dru wants to be immortalized in sugar and flour, can you do it?”

  “I think so. I could use a long loaf pan from my bread baking days, then shave off the sharp edges…No, wait! I could make a long sheet cake, like I do for Yule logs, but roll it length-wise, complete with cream filling.”

  Keith cracked up. “I love it.”

  “Great. I’ll give it a whirl.”

  Dru scratched his chin. “You know, you could add erotic cakes as a special order item. I can mention it to adults around the area. That’ll probably kick up your profits.”

  “Hmmm…I might be able to use some of that hundred bucks for a cake mold.”

  “Now that I can see your wheels turnin’, I’ll just stash this tray in the sink and give you some thinkin’ room.” Dru strolled into the kitchen.

  “Is business still slow?” Keith asked.

  “Not like before,” Rebecca said. “I’m still waiting for my second baker. Once I get more help I can think about taking big party orders again. But I’ll do it for you, Keith.”

  “Thanks. I’ll bet you can handle a few erotic cakes. Dru is still here, and nobody thinks he’s leaving.”

  Did she dare hope? She hadn’t sensed any urgency in him to get back home, even when he said his job was on the line. “Do you know something I don’t?”

  Keith shrugged. “Just call it a feeling.”

  She smiled. “I like your feeling.”

  Dru returned to the store front and slipped an arm around Rebecca’s waist as he spoke to Keith. “Your club’s not that far. I can walk it over.”

  “I’ll have to put it in a brown paper bag so you don’t get arrested for displaying porn in public,” Rebecca said.

  “Well, I’ve gotta get going,” Keith said. “Can you have it there by eight tomorrow night?”

  “I’ll make sure it’s ready.” Rebecca grinned at Dru. “I’m looking forward to this.”

  Watching Rebecca shape and decorate her ‘cock cake’ was fun. It was the most animated Dru had seen her in a long time. She’d looked up adult cake pans on the internet and found she could afford a few good ones if she reinvested the profit from her first effort.

  Dru couldn’t help being amused by her innovation. The item was huge, but she insisted it had to be, just to feed all the guests. She’d done a spice cake roll with cream filling and used a cupcake on its side for the head. Two macaroons made the balls. She’d covered everything in something she called fondant and sculpted a very realistic looking erect phallus, complete with some veins.

  Dru couldn’t wait for Keith to see it when he set off for the club.

  He hadn’t gotten ten steps from the bakery when a guy with his hands in his pockets blocked his path.

  “Whatcha got there?”

  Something seemed weird about the guy’s confrontational approach, but Dru chose to err on the side of good PR.

  “It’s an erotic cake for a bachelorette party.”

  “No kiddin’. Can I see it?”

  “Sure. It’s a whole new thing from The Bewitching Bakery.” Having no free hands, he tipped his head in the shop’s direction as he slid the cake carefully from its paper bag.

  The guy took a look and chuckled. “A whole new thing? So she’s expanding, huh?”

  Shit. I hope it’s not another one of Marvelous Marv’s lackeys.

  Dru lifted his chin. “Yeah. They’ll have to be special ordered. I can take your phone number and call you in a few days…”

  The guy smirked. “Nah. I think I’ll just go in and get a donut or something.” He moved as if to go around him.

  “She doesn’t make donuts.”

  “Pity. Well, I’ll just go see what she does have.” The guy pushed past him, bumping his arm in the process.

  Dru held onto the precious, one-of-a-kind cake, relieved that it didn’t land upside down on the sidewalk. Whew.

  He didn’t like the guy’s obvious disrespect and followed him back into the bakery. The need to protect Rebecca was more important than any delivery. Without Ethan or Hanna there, he was all the safeguard she had. He set the cake on the stoop beside the door, in case he needed to restrain the guy and followed him in.

  The guy glanced over his shoulder and frowned when he saw Dru.

  Yup. It looks like he’s up to no good. This time, he wouldn’t let anyone get within grabbing distance of his girl.

  The guy walked up to the counter and appeared to be browsing. Dru raised his voice, hoping Rebecca could hear him and would stay in the kitchen. “She’s not here right now, so I’ll help you, sir.”

  Apparently, she didn’t understand because she came breezing around the corner.

  “I’m still here.”

  The guy reached into his pocket and Dru threw himself in front of Rebecca. “Get out of here, babe. I’ll handle this.”

  “I have questions for the owner. Are you the owner?” the guy said with a snide expression.

  “No, but she’s not here right now. This is just a baker.”

  “Nice try, but I know what Rebecca Colby looks like.”

  “Dru,” Rebecca murmured in his ear. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”

  “I have a question first,” Dru said, not taking his eyes off the alleged customer. “Who are you?”

  “My name isn’t important.”

  “Oh, but it is. We like to know all our customers by name…especially if they know our names.”

  “I’m not a customer. I’m a realtor. I’m here on behalf of someone else.”

  “Why didn’t you say that up front?”

  “Because my client asked me not to.”

  Rebecca stepped out from behind Dru and jammed her hands on her hips. “The place isn’t for sale.”

  “He said you might say that.”

  As Dru strolled toward the guy he backed up a few paces. “The lady isn’t selling her business, and unless you want to buy a pastry you should leave.”

  The guy raised both hands and continued to back away. “Fine. But you’ll be sorry you didn’t consider it.”

  As soon as he was gone, Rebecca let out a deep breath in a whoosh. “Thanks for coming back, but I could have handled him.”

  “Maybe so. Maybe not. He was actin’ weird and kept putting his hand in his pocket. I wasn’t about to take the chance.”

  “It might be time to do another spell. Something more general that will stop any kind of harass—” Rebecca’s eyes rounded.

  A loud smash and flying glass interrupted her. Dru turned just in time to see the cake platter and a giant penis come sailing through the front window, balls first.

  He dove for it, but it was too late. He hit the floor, which was covered in shattered glass, and slid forward until he was
eye to nuts with the battered cake.

  Rebecca stood stock still with her hands covering her mouth. Finally, she rushed over to him. “Are you all right?”

  He rolled onto his side and found a spot with no glass where he could place his hand and push himself to a sitting position. Then he rose slowly.

  “Don’t move,” Rebecca said. “Let me grab the dustpan and clean up these shards first.”

  Dru’s thick jeans and boots seemed to have protected his lower half. He wasn’t sure about the rest of him. He waited and let Rebecca brush off his clothing, then sweep the floor after that. When she came to her ruined cake she stopped and stared. “I don’t think he was really a realtor.”

  “No. Probably not.” He brushed off his hands and stooped down to retrieve the platter. “What a giant dick.”

  “I guess it was heavy enough to break the window.”

  “I meant the dude, not the cake.”

  She shook and burst into gales of laughter, alternating with tears. He believed her reaction was called hysteria. Dru couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he just wrapped her up in his arms and held her together while she unraveled.

  Rebecca popped her head around the corner and saw Dru hammering the last nail into the plywood that covered her former window.

  “Oh, goodie. Just what I always wanted,” she said sarcastically. “Boarded up windows.”

  Dru stood back and inspected his handiwork. “Well then, this is your lucky day.”

  She strolled over to him. “I have to go to Myranda’s shop for a couple of special things. Why don’t you lock up and go look for your sister.”

  He noticed the brightly colored satchel over her shoulder and a large paper bag with a handle and figured she meant to go right now.

  “I’ll walk with you.” He laid the hammer on one of the tables and opened the door for her.

  “I don’t need a bodyguard.”

  “Until you have a new spell in place, you might. What did you decide to do, by the way?”

  Rebecca smiled although it didn’t reach her eyes. “Something pretty advanced. I’m going to create something called a sigil.”

  “What does it do?”

  “It’s kind of like the bodyguard you want to be, but the sigil I create will be working twenty-four seven, and that’ll be his only job. He’ll continue to do it until I ask him not to and release him.”