The_Cupcake_Cowboy

by Lissa

  It was… God. He shuddered and shook at the sight. It was the sexiest thing. She wasn’t gentle with herself, but rather hell bent on bringing herself to that place of bliss he so wanted her to get to. With the way her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft when he was fully seated, the way they grappled for purchase when he pulled out, told him she was close.

  He glanced away from her pussy for a moment to meet her gaze. She watched him. Everything about her need and her feelings for him were focused in her eyes. He nearly lost it but held on until she lowered her lids and curved her head back. Her lips parted on a soundless cry and when he looked down, her finger was still moving on her clit. She stiffened and he felt it, the orgasm he’d been craving from her.

  She shook and her body buckled in on itself. Jackson tore into the fuck, trying to prolong the contractions giving her intense pleasure, driving himself to the point of madness until he came hard enough that his knees threatened to give out under him.

  Her name was a litany on his lips, dry and parched though they were from the ragged breaths he’d taken in. Small tremors racked her until her hand fell away from her body to land heavily on the table.

  “Damn woman.”

  “You’re gonna kill me, Jackson.”

  He chuckled and bent to meet her lips in a kiss that lingered. “What a way to go though, yeah?” he whispered into her mouth. She nodded. “We’re not done either.”

  “Good. I need another shower though. Someone spilled their beer on me. I’m gonna be sticky.”

  “Mmmm. Lucky for you, one of my specialties is sticky.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Hot water pelted Cass’ back, hotter than she usually cared for, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. If for no other reason than she was on her knees in the shower with Jackson’s cock in her mouth.

  He tasted like water and smelled of soap, but the scent of his come lingered and what she wanted most was to have it pouring down the back of her throat.

  He hadn’t been hard when he led her into bathroom but after soaping her up and down, he’d started growing hard again. When the bar had been taken from him and she’d returned the favor, he’d urged her to the tile floor.

  His balls were soft and pliant in her palm. With the way he jerked his hips, she figured they wouldn’t be for long. She’d wanted to feel him grow between her lips. She’d wanted to know, to experience the transformation from soft to fucking hard.

  Her wish was in the process of coming true.

  Jackson had helped her off the table after disposing of the condom, but not before he’d sucked what was left of the beer from her belly. Her pristine, rarely used kitchen table had seen more action during their sexcapade than it had since she’d bought it last Christmas. It was likely as sticky with beer as she’d been but it was worth every second and just like her body, it could be cleaned.

  She’d wobbled on weak legs toward her bedroom until he’d crowded behind her and led her into the bathroom. It was intimate, so very intimate. She’d had other lovers, taken showers with them, but she’d never been sexed up with food or drink with anyone but Jackson. He was so fun and full of life and he made her feel young, beautiful.

  And she wanted him naked in her bed every night. Or her in his bed. The location didn’t matter much to her. She only knew she wanted to be with him. She couldn’t get enough. Even though she’d ignored his phone calls for a bit, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to get down and dirty with him.

  But, there was more. They were building something, building toward something and sex was only part of it. A very big part of it, as their attraction seemed to have grown rather than wane with the time they’d spent being stubborn. Maybe absence did make the heart grow fonder. Or maybe, in their case at first, the libido.

  Jackson slid his hands over her hair, then worked his fingers into the wet, tangled strands and tugged her higher on his cock. As she’d suspected, his balls were no longer as pliant.

  He hadn’t let her hold and touch and stroke him much before he’d urged her mouth around the head. He’d given her only a little leeway as she worked it deeper, but then he’d slammed her face to his pelvis. Her moan echoed off the tile walls and the feel of being at his mercy was nearly overwhelming.

  The tip touched the back of her throat and she gagged a little. He let up, let her catch her breath, then pushed deep again. Each time she was able to accommodate more of his length until her lips were wrapped around the base. His wet pubic hair tickled her nose and the musky scent that was all Jackson couldn’t be masked by soap and water. That he let her be, wanted her to be, needed her to be this close to him turned her on.

  “Open for me.” She barely heard him over the rush of water to the tile floor and the rush of blood in her ears. “Open as wide as you can.” Cass complied. “Touch yourself again. I want you to make yourself come.” She drifted her hand between her legs and the first touch of her finger on her clit sent a jolt through her, sparking the need to orgasm. As she began to rub her middle finger in tight circles around that very sensitive bundle of nerve endings, Jackson fisted her wet hair in his hands and drove hard into her open mouth. Over and over, back and forth. She closed her lips around him, sucked him when he pulled out but parted them again when he thrust forward.

  Cass parted her thighs wider, dipped her fingers deeper, drawing her wetness from inside her body to the one spot she was focusing on for her pleasure. She couldn’t keep her hips still and rocked them as she masturbated herself.

  “So fucking hot, Teach.” She flipped a wide gaze to his face. It changed the angle of his cock in her mouth and he seemed to appreciate the difference. “Oh yeah. Keep your head tilted back like that. You like that I called you Teach as you’re sucking my dick, don’t you? Makes you feel a little dirty? A little naughty? You liked it when I called you that over the hay bale too, yeah?”

  Cass could only stare up at him and whimper around his cock. She did like it. It did make her feel dirty and naughty and no one but him had ever or would ever know that.

  Even now there were times she wished she’d given in to him during those days and evenings after class, that she hadn’t stuck so vigilantly to propriety. She had him now though and that was all that mattered.

  “That’s it, Teach. You can’t hide what you want from me. I see it in every blink of your eyes, feel it in every pore of your body. Come for me. Make yourself come for me. Cry out around my cock.”

  He talked and it was filthy and she loved it. She fucked her clit against her finger and writhed on her knees at his feet until the dam burst and she did exactly as he’d told her to do. She came. She cried out with him stuffed deep in her mouth and moments later, when she started to come down from her orgasm, he pushed against her jaw with his thumbs, closing it, his hands holding her head at her face rather than her hair, and bitter heat pumped down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, but not fast enough. It dribbled out at the corners of her mouth but he was staring down at her, bliss and love and hunger etching his beautiful, rugged features.

  One more small burst of an orgasm escaped her and her body bucked at the pleasure.

  His hold eased, but he didn’t let go, not until his cock was no longer pulsing, not until her jaw could go lax a little, not until she’d dropped her hand from her pussy and she swallowed against him one more time.

  Slowly, he extracted himself and then bent to kiss her, feeding the droplets of his cum back into her mouth with a flick of his tongue. She swallowed both, holding his head in a manner similar to the way he held hers and kissed him with everything she felt, everything he’d revealed about her, everything she wanted with him.

  When he lifted his lips from hers, he helped her to her feet. Her legs were shaky again and she wobbled as she’d done when he lowered her from the kitchen table. She clung to him, her cheek pressed to his chest while he rested his on top of her hair. He wrapped her against him and they stood, connected in ways that went beyond the physical until the
water turned cold.

  “Stay?” she asked when he reached around her and turned the water off.

  “Always.”

  * * * * *

  “I don’t know how you do this every day and every night.” Cass dropped her head down onto the cool stainless steel counter in the Cupcake Cowboy truck.

  “If the bossman would pay you, maybe you could quit the day job.”

  “He couldn’t pay me enough to meet my car payment.”

  “Which is why we walk to work.”

  Cass laughed and glanced up. Peg was an incredibly beautiful young woman. “What’s your natural hair color?” The teal hair was brilliant and came close to matching her eyes. She’d been working with Jackson’s crew for two weekends in a row and in the down time, of which there wasn’t much, she found herself staring at the different tattoos on Peg’s arms and legs, staring at the pretty smile, at the effortless way she painted, as though the brush was an extension of her hand instead of a separate object she held.

  “A very mousy brown. I’d be the girl no one would ever see.”

  “I imagine they see you now.”

  “Those who want to, yes. Those who don’t, no. You thinking to color yours? It would look pretty with some blue streaks. I like when hair and eyes match. Something about the way one flows into the other. I like contrast too, but not as much.”

  “We do have that charity masquerade in a couple of months,” Jackson inserted. “You could do it for that.”

  “I didn’t know you were participating,” Cass commented. Being invited to the charity ball was a coveted honor. Jackson had evidently made an impression on an important someone.

  “Yeah. We were asked to put up a cupcake wedding cake for the auction.”

  “Do you even do wedding cakes?”

  “Never have, but we’ll figure it out. Peg and I have been working on a design for the top two tiers. We’ll have two middle tiers filled with cupcakes. The bottom will be a cake, as well.”

  He didn’t seem nervous or intimidated by the task. Cass would’ve been a bundle of nerves and a wreck. A very excited wreck, but… “I had no idea.”

  “I know. I haven’t talked about it to anyone. It’ll be fun to be featured for a few minutes in front of all of San Antonio society. You’ll enjoy it.”

  “Are you asking me to be your date?”

  “Of course not. I’ll be networking and I expect you’ll be doing so right alongside me.”

  Cass scoffed. “As Peg so richly pointed out, you don’t pay me enough.”

  Jackson waggled his eyebrows at her. “I don’t?” He lowered his voice. “You sure about that?”

  “Whoa. TMI.” Peg grinned from nearby and covered her ears with her hands.

  “Oh please,” Jerome chimed in, pulling her hands away. “Maybe we can learn something.”

  “Okay. Now that is TMI.” Jackson laughed. Cass met his gaze and couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be than with him. She was dead on her feet tired, but it was a good tired and one she gladly suffered through. Working with a small group of people, where she was the oldest by far, made her feel more hopeful and like with Jackson, younger, but definitely not wiser. They all had their own stories, a little of which she’d learned as they talked amongst themselves. She’d been taken in as one of their own, searching for herself, a way to connect, and maybe change things up from the path she was on to the one she really wanted.

  “It’s four in the morning. Time for us to start closing up shop and y’all to head home.”

  “That was the title of a song,” Cass said. It had no bearing on anything and was right out of the blue. Heat flooded her cheeks and she hid her face. “Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’m a little loopy.”

  “Night Ranger.”

  All eyes swiveled to Nate who hadn’t said five words all night. “How do you know that?” Jackson asked. Nate just shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to them again.

  “I think it’s time we all pack it in. Thank God for days off.”

  Jerome wiped down his area: A marble cutting board where he worked rolling and molding sugar. “You got that right.”

  “Business is picking up a lot though. As summer gets in full swing and as we change up the menu on the weekends, we’ll be like this all season I hope.”

  This will be our first full summer,” Jackson boasted.

  “It’s incredible that you make a profit at all being so new to the food business.”

  “Food trucks are so hot right now and cupcakes in general still have a foothold on the market. Add in the alcohol laced ones and it was a booze induced light bulb that went off in my head. There are ice pops too. Cookies. Pies. All kinds of bakeries on wheels. Hell, even Peg is starting her own little cart soon so…” Jackson shrugged. “We barely get paid some weeks and others we break even, but every now and again, we do a month’s worth on a Saturday night.”

  “What are you venturing into?” Cass didn’t know what everyone did when they weren’t working for Jackson and she was intensely curious about them all. Even Nate, but he didn’t seem to want to let anyone in his head.

  “Coffee. Specifically iced coffee and blended coffee drinks.”

  “Peg is our resident coffee whore.”

  “I sure am You drink it?”

  Cass shook her head. “Only in the morning before class. And beer. I’m a casual drinker.”

  “Not once you taste my concoctions. You’ll be addicted.” Peg rubbed her small hands together and a cheerfully maniacal look crossed her face. “A new project. I like that. We’ll get together and I’ll make something special just for you.”

  Cass was a little concerned but at the same time, she was thrilled. New projects. Challenges. Dares. She seemed to be accepting more and more of them lately.

  The decision she’d made to confront Jackson and put an end to their long months of silence and the combustibility of their attraction seemed to have give her a little boost of confidence and brazenness.

  When they were working, it was all business with a little teasing between them but nothing untoward or overt. Jackson was all seriousness and Cass was able to see a completely different side of him. He shouldered the responsibility of owning his own business and didn’t falter in the demands.

  She was proud of him, but honestly, she was also proud to know him. His work ethic was stronger than she’d ever given him credit for. He was tireless in his pursuit of perfection in his cupcakes.

  Owning a food business or any kind of business for that matter was never easy and it required a dedication many weren’t prepared to give it. Owning a food truck put Jackson and his crew in the the midst of their customers, gave them immediate feedback, and allowed them to cater to particular tastes. And yeah, cupcakes should have made him seem feminine or not quite manly enough, some stereotype that was far from the truth. He was rough and hard around the edges and intensely sexual outside his business. But he also brought that passion and desire and toughness to his baking and well… To Cass, there was nothing sexier than a cowboy who could bake.

  Especially if he was her cowboy.

  “Y’all have a nice day off,” Jerome said as he patted Cass on the shoulder. “And don’t do anything the rest of us don’t want to be doing.”

  Peg groaned and followed him out the back of the truck. What none of them saw until it was too late was that Peg had stepped down off the bumper directly into the unsuspecting arms of Jackson’s father. “Oh! Whoa, dude. I am so sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about.”

  “Dad?” Jackson jumped down as soon as Jock released Peg.

  “You all right, young lady? Didn’t mean to startle ya.”

  “Yes sir, I’m good. They keep telling me I need to pay more attention to what’s in front of me than what’s behind. Guess they mean that literally. You’re Jackson’s dad? Awesome. I’m Peg,” she introduced herself, holding her hand out. “The creative genius behind this operation.”

  “Not hardly. I’m the cre
ative genius,” Jerome chimed in.

  “Go on, y’all before I have to start filling out pink slips.”

  “And where would you be then?”

  Jackson laughed and tugged a lock of Peg’s teal hair. She and Jerome wandered off in the direction of home with Nate trailing silently behind.

  Jackson then turned his attention on his father and Cass watched from the truck, supporting him while not saying a word. “What are you doing here, Dad?”

  “He’s disturbing the peace at the butt ass crack of dawn.”

  Jackson jolted at the sound of Sam’s voice as she rounded the truck. “As if you’re not already up and out of the house long before now.”

  “Not the point,” Sam said, sticking her tongue out at her brother.

  Jackson glanced back at Jock. “Dad?”

  “The boys and I are taking some bulls out to Jericho’s place.”

  “Man, haven’t been out there in several years.”

  “We reached a deal on some heads so I told him I’d come down.” Jock removed his hat and ran the brim in a circle between his fingers. “Gave me an excuse to see you.

  “How’d you know where I’d be?” Jackson asked.

  “Called your sister.”

  “Yes he damn sure did,” Sam groused. She tried to stifle a yawn, but was unsuccessful.

  “Well then what the hell are you doing here?”

  “Gotta open in a couple hours so figured I’d go on and get up. I didn’t want to miss the little family reunion going on either. Hey Cass? Why are you hiding back there?”

  Cass slowly poked her head out. “I’m not hiding. I was trying not to intrude.”

  “Oh hell woman. You’re as much a part of this family now as the rest of us, so jump on in.”

  Part of their family? Cass didn’t think that was true, but Jackson swung her down to the street anyway. “Hello again, Mr. Dawson.”

  “I’m glad to see you’re still around,” Jock said. “You’ve got grit and gumption.”