THURSDAY: Bold, Rich & Strong (Hookup Café Book 4)

by Fifi Flowers

  “So, can you come up with a program for my businesses? The gym and my construction company. I really am building a house near your condo. For some reason, people like that area.”

  I was sure that his words about my area were some kind of insult, but I was good at ignoring him, so I answered his business question instead. I couldn’t turn down a profitable business venture even if it was with him. “Sure my guy can do anything I tell him to…”

  “Your guy?” I felt his body tense and heard him wince. “I’m your guy. There is no other guy for you. I will be making that perfectly clear to your parents too.”

  “Would it matter if I objected?”

  “No.” He was quick to answer as he nuzzled me even closer to his warm body.

  “That’s what I thought. But you know, I will need to go home at some point to get some clothes to wear. I don’t see myself living in your t-shirts or wrapped in a sheet like a toga.” On that note, I attempted to get out of his grip and out of his bed.

  “First, I have no problem with you walking around nude, but you have clothes already here… everything you need really.” He loosened his cuddly hold on me. “Go ahead. Check the closet and bathroom; your clothes, your shoes, a few new things… your appletini shampoo and rinse, your favorite glamour white toothpaste and other personal shit… it’s all here now.”

  He couldn’t really be serious. It sounded like he had all of my things permanently moved over… and as I was about to jump up, naked, I thought better and stayed put. If he said it was all there, I knew that it was and I didn’t want to parade around in my birthday suit for him. I’d wait until he got up first. He would get up and maybe go shower, right? We couldn’t stay in his bed all day. What the hell had I gotten myself into I kept asking over and over in my head. I could’ve ignored his injuries. He’s a grown man. He could’ve handled everything on his own or not—he surely was not my responsibility—without me butting into his life.

  “How did you organize all of that? Did you have someone sneak in late last night with boxes and bags? Or was this already in the works at the café?” He nodded, leaving me with more questions. “Who else helped you?”

  “Pansie put me in touch with your roommates.” Shit! I had seen Pansie sitting down at his table. God only knows what he had told her or what he had been telling her over the last year or when he first saw me. She and Marzi were always teasing me about Deacon. It seemed as though he had several people working against me.

  “You had them go through my stuff. They’re not allowed in my personal space.”

  “Amazing what rules they were willing to break when I offered to pay their rent for a month. And by the way, why did you buy that dump?”

  “It’s not a dump, it is a good investment, and the only water view I could afford.”

  “The Mission Bay Estuary is not exactly what I would call a desirable water view.”

  “I see water from my balconies and I think it’s quite pretty.”

  “You should’ve had backup monies when you bought it so you didn’t have to get roommates.”

  “What the hell?! How did you really know where I live? Don’t tell me that job excuse. And how do you know so much about me period?” I had a feeling that he had done more than ask around about me.

  “I wanted to know more about the mother of my future children.”

  “Mother of your children, that’s not going to be me… You had me investigated, didn’t you?”

  “We’ll see about that, I’m thinking your hips will be perfect for bearing children. That’s what I hear—look to see if their hips are shapely,” he said and then shrugged his broad shoulders as if to say what’s the big deal if he had me investigated. “You’re a smart girl, top of your class—impressive. I knew there had to be more to you working as barista in the café for the last two years. It didn’t add up. I figured that you were either hiding something or scared of more rejection. Now, you tell me that you’re just plain brilliant. I bet you’re equally so on your back with me penetrating your tight little pussy… but first a little breakfast.”

  “Can you just, please, shut up!”

  “Gladly,” he moaned and I wondered how he had whipped the sheet off of my body and maneuvered me so that I was intimately lined up perfectly with his mouth. I did notice a few painful groans coming from him but then his tongue licked my inner thigh, and I was stunned into silence.

  I should’ve resisted. I should’ve moved off of his face but it felt so good the way he devoured me that I clung onto the headboard and remained. His fingers dug into my butt cheeks as he moved me over his talented tongue and lips. Licking, suckling, driving me crazy. Just when I was right there, he changed his rhythm and I wanted to scream, to push myself so he was trapped where I wanted him. It was his sexy, yet annoying, chuckle that alerted me to the fact that he was doing it on purpose—heightening my pleasure and then withdrawing it.

  He was downright evil and then he wasn’t. “Let go of the headboard,” I heard him mutter against my tingling flesh. Doing as he wished, I found my body moved again and his face buried between my legs along with magical fingers that curled up inside of me. I was sure I had been screaming at some point before I literally passed out having the most amazing orgasm. I had no idea that was even possible.

  “I told you I was that good,” were the words I heard whispered against my ear as my limp body refused to move and my eyes began to open. Strange that I had let him do that still reverberated in my mind as I saw his beautiful turquoise eyes searing into me. He had kissed my lower lips before touching the lips on my face. “You look like you’re going to laugh or cry… I’m not sure.”

  I wasn’t sure either, I felt as if my body and my mind were all out of sync and then I softly sang out words that had both of us laughing. “Cause my mind plays tricks on me.” I hoped that I could survive a whole week alone with the beast… an incredible one with unbelievable skills that had me floating outside of my body.

  Chapter Eight…

  Living with Deacon wasn’t so bad. There were some benefits to hanging out at the beach. For the most part, he had left me alone—just simple cuddles, a few gropes, and he finally kissed me. Could that man ever kiss… wow! Having his big, strong arms wrapped around me—careful not to knock his splinted finger—his lips gently gliding over mine. Nibbling, sucking, before his tongue came to play, he knew how to entice… to make me moan and beg him to stop teasing me. He often laughed, then gave me what I wanted… a passionate kiss that had me feeling as if I was floating on air. His technique was so good I nearly begged for more.

  It seemed he was waiting for me to initiate the next sexual encounter, at least that’s what I thought. But he was pretty much a gentleman with his hands to himself while I strutted around in a bikini most days. I wandered along the beach and caught some sun-rays out on his deck while he barked orders on the phone or did stuff on his tablet. When he needed help; I brought him things, I assisted him in the shower, dried him off, and re-dressed his splint. And, of course, I cooked for him—he seemed to like everything I prepared. Things weren’t as bad as I had anticipated, not to say that he didn’t infuriate me at times.

  “Hey!” I said, walking into the kitchen to check on a snack I was baking. “Why did you turn off the oven?”

  “I thought you left it on since breakfast.” He was looking down at something that seemed to have him puzzled.

  “I was making seasoned potato wedges.” I love them. They are what I call a healthier alternative to potatoes deep fried or French fries.

  “Those are bad for you. I’m saving you.”

  “They are not bad. I cut potatoes into wedges, toss them in a light olive oil mixed with fresh garlic, parsley, a little sea salt and pepper… baking them is better than frying them. They are healthy! You’d love them if you didn’t go and fuck them up!” I pulled the tray out of the oven and set them abruptly on top of the stove to see how far they had gotten.

  “I’m starving. I didn’t eat brea
kfast and my mouth has been watering, thinking of putting their yummy goodness into my mouth.” All wrong words to use with him.

  “I know something big with a low calorie count you could put into your mouth, and as a bonus, I hear it releases essential vitamins right down your throat. In case, you need a better visual—my cock between your pretty pouty lips.”

  “You are such a pig! No need to be so crude,” I said before he reminded me of how I hadn’t returned the sexual favor I had promised him in an orgasmic haze. Something about his sexy voice and seeing him rub the length of his obviously hard appendage had my nipples pebbling and the rest of my body heating up. I even noticed that my heart was racing and my breathing was getting louder in my ears.

  Forgetting about the ruined snack, I strutted over to him sitting shirtless in loose fitting workout shorts on the sectional while I was wearing nothing more than a bright red string bikini. Right in front of him, I extended his crutches toward him and he looked at them curiously. “I’m not going to put on a show for the beach goers. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Accepting my offer, he stood up and took the crutches. “If I was in better shape, I’d throw you over my shoulder, and spank your ass until it was pink as I carried you to the bed.” My body tingled at his words and I bit my lip to keep from giggling… or moaning.

  In the bedroom, he wasted no time dropping his shorts to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed. Excitedly, I dropped to my knees—thankful for the plush rug that his bed sat on—and took his huge cock into my hands. With both of them gripping his length, I toyed with the head, circling my tongue around and around. Looking up as I continued licking and nibbling softly, he looked down with his beautiful face. His lids drooped over darkened turquoise eyes and he groaned when I removed a hand to take him deeper into my mouth. Sucking and bobbing, along with jerking my hand up and down his shaft, I felt my own body come alive.

  “That’s fucking incredible. Oh fuck, yeah… Why don’t you climb up here and flip around… let me join in the fun. You didn’t seem to mind when I was eating your pussy the other day… I can’t get enough of your sweet flavor.” Not really my favorite position, but the man was amazing with his mouth, I stopped long enough for him to get situated on the bed and then I turned my body. Then I went back to pleasuring his massive erection with my hand and mouth. “God, you are the best girlfriend, fucking-ever!”

  Suddenly, I backed my mouth off of him with a pop. “Girlfriend?”

  “I haven’t proposed yet…” he said between long teasing licks to my inner thighs. “So I can’t call you my fiancée.”

  I don’t know how, but I managed to laugh. “You also need a ring.” I could play along.

  “Already have it, baby,” he said, gripping my waist and pulling me closer to his mouth which eagerly began to devour me. Flicking and sucking my lower lips and clit perfectly, I lost all focus on him. “Marry me,” he growled as he had me on the edge of an orgasm that was certain to be the best one ever. He was a fucking genius. I’d never had anyone make me come that way. I could never concentrate long enough before they had already finished in my mouth.

  “Oh my God, yes, yes yes… oooh, yes, Deacon.” I screamed loud enough that if anyone was walking on the beach in front of the house, they possibly got an earful… and that time, I remained conscious.

  “Yes. Perfect. It’s fucking-official. Now, forget your mouth. I want my fiancée’s pussy on my cock.” He attempted to turn me around and pull me up his body.

  My whole body tightened, I wasn’t ready for that. “I’m sorry but that was not a proposal. And… I did not accept.”

  “Sure sounded like a hell of a lot of yesses to me, baby.” He wore a smirk on his gorgeous face that I had just been smothering with my extremely sated pussy.

  “Well, they weren’t for that reason and you are going to have to be satisfied with me finishing what I came in here to do.” And to keep him from talking more crazy shit about us getting married, I took his cock into my mouth and had him screaming “yes” the same way I had moments before.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have opened that door to him. Maybe I should’ve ignored his reciprocation request. He had originally said that it was all about me and my pleasure and not his the first time he had brought me to orgasm with his talented mouth and fingers. Because it seemed that my actions had signaled that we were open for business in the bed as I found myself awakened by his naked body strumming mine in some way almost every morning. One sunny day, I felt vibrations against my skin… or I should say positioned between my closed thighs. “What the fuck?”

  “Is this your favorite toy? I have all of them in your nightstand.” His words were followed by a sexy laugh as I reached over and pulled the drawer closest to me open. Sure enough, my toys were in there along with my lip balm and a couple pairs of my reading glasses—I used when my eyes were tired from being on the computer too much. I was sure that in ten years or so, I wouldn’t be able to read without them.

  “Do I have any items left at my condo?” I swear nothing was sacred to him, he had his fingers on all of my stuff—private and not so private.

  “Only furniture you said you wanted to get rid of… you said if you didn’t have roommates you would get rid of everything and start fresh. Now, you have this house to do whatever you want to it.”

  I shook my head. “This is temporary between us and with my new increase in income—fingers crossed—I won’t need roommates.”

  “You can’t kick them out,” he said, hovering above me since I had rolled onto my back and tucked the sheets closer to my body. “They all need a place to live and you have a home.” He turned the vibrator back on and ran it slowly down the front of my body, circling each breast before he moved south of my waist.

  I drew in a deep breath as he continued to tease my body. I tried to act like he wasn’t affecting me in any way as I reminded him that I was not in my home. “This is your home.”

  He was quick to correct me, turning off my toy and looking seriously down at me. “This is our home.” I gazed up at him like he was crazy. “What… deep down inside you know we’re way cool.”

  “I know this doesn’t makes sense, is what I know… and you scare me with all of your Go-Go lyrics.” I had to laugh thinking of the many times over the last year that I thought he was using words from the Go-Gos, but then I’d tell myself “no, he couldn’t know their lyrics by heart.” They sang chick songs, so not like Deacon. I guess I thought wrong about the beast.

  “I’d say that we’re perfect for each other because you recognize their lyrics. I bet you and your friends wrapped your heads and bodies in towels, and wore red lipstick with white beauty cream painted on your faces to a Halloween party.” He was right, it was an 80s themed Halloween bash and my group of girls hit the party looking like we stepped off of The Go-Go’s 1981 Beauty and the Beat album cover. My parents snapped about a million photos of us using everyone’s cameras. “I bet you had fellas drop to their knees.” I laughed at the memory and his use of more lyrics.

  I had to admit, he could be charming, and it was obvious that my parents were bowled over by him. Even if he did tease my mother unmercifully about her name being Marina when I first introduced them when they came to dinner. No, he had not been lying when he said that they had been invited. Neither was he pulling my leg when he said that he was going to ask my father for my hand in marriage. And not only did he speak to him privately, but he also made a toast while we sat down to eat dinner out on the deck with the sun setting. “To my future in-laws…” I never heard the rest of what he said because I was in shock, sitting with my mouth hanging open until my mother patted my hand to clink my glass. After that, I took a big gulp of wine and prayed that my parents would be going home soon before they started planning our wedding. They were all fucking crazy—I barely knew Deacon—wanting us to be husband and wife.

  Chapter Nine…

  My parents weren’t the only crazy ones, when I returned back to work at
the café, the girls congratulated me. And wouldn’t listen to my “not happening” speech no matter how much I denied there was anything more than a weeks-long fling between us. I just needed to collect my things—mental-note-to-self to dig some clean boxes out of the back trash cans—and move back into my condo. And then I wondered if they had already moved in a new roommate and flipped all of the furniture around to give my master suite to the girl that wanted it. I wouldn’t put it past Deacon to give them full permission.

  Speaking of the beast that had held me captive for an interesting week a couple of weeks ago, he always stopped by Cafélicious courtesy of an employee carting him around to job sites and D’Gym. Of course, on my first day back, all eyes were casted upon us as he presented me with a kiss and a key on a shell keychain… “Another shell for your collection,” he said with a smile as he walked out. “See you at home, baby.”

  That whole exchange did not fare well for me with the staff. “So I was going to offer you a plate of orgasms, but I have a feeling someone is supplying them for you already.” Marzi was first to bring up sex.

  “Will I be needing to find a new head barista when he carries you off into the sunset on his stallion?” Pansie giggled.

  “No way am I giving up this job. And Vixen, stop encouraging her to read your romance novels.” Vixen just winked at me. I had a feeling something was bothering her, but I didn’t push.

  “I volunteer to write you a song for your wedding… I could get Nate to sing it.” I shook my head at Evie. “Did you pick out a dress already? I think I would go with something a bit more untraditional if I was to get married… maybe a red mini dress.” I had to laugh at the thought of me wearing anything but the gown my mother had bought for me a few years back when she went to some fancy fashion show.