The_Cupcake_Cowboy

by Lissa

  She gasped. “Now. Please, Jackson.”

  “Anytime you’re ready, love.” Another nudge against her clit until she lifted her ass off the bed, held her heels pressed into his butt cheeks, and quivered through an orgasm. Her cunt squeezed him, tightened around the shaft of his cock, fluttered as she bucked. Her breasts trembled and bounced and the words “Oh fuck” passed her lips.

  Jackson slanted a grin at her, though she didn’t see it. She had her head arched back and her eyes closed. He had only that small moment to take in her expression before he threw his head back. His muscles strained, his hips pounded into her, his balls drew up tight against his body. Emptying himself into the condom, Jackson shuddered and dropped his forehead to touch hers.

  Harsh gasps turned into slow deep breaths. Cass’ legs dropped from around his body and he eased to the mattress beside her. “I could sleep for a week,” she murmured.

  “We have one day.”

  “I know.”

  “So, how about a shower, a snack, and a nap.”

  “You cooking?”

  “You’re the chef.”

  “Damn.”

  Jackson slid off the bed and held out his hand. “C’mon Teach. Feed me.”

  “So you’ve got the name of the place. Got any idea what type of operation? Brick and mortar? Food truck? Online?”

  They sat at her kitchen table, eating a heated up frozen pizza. Jackson smiled. There they were, two professional chefs, sharing a frozen pizza. “I can’t believe, of all things to feed me, you heat up something from the freezer.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him and rubbed her middle finger against her cheek. Jackson chuckled. What a brat.

  “I don’t know. I really like the feel of a truck. It’s so vibrant and busy and really right there, you know?” She laughed. “Of course you know. You have one.”

  “It is, right there, yes. I don’t have to wait for people to come to me. I can go to them. Most anywhere I park, there’s business.”

  “I’m sure it’s not that easy for all food trucks, though.”

  “No. It’s not as easy as it appears.” Jackson took a bite of pizza. “I’ve been lucky.”

  “Maybe some of that luck will rub off on me,” Cass said softly. She was picking at the pepperoni, breaking up the crust, and finally put her slice down. “I’m scared, Jackson. I know I said that earlier, but I just can’t shake the fear.”

  “I know, but you’re strong, baby. And you have me.”

  Cass cleared her throat. “Were you surprised to see your father this morning?”

  Jackson laughed. “Nice subject change, ‘Fraidy Cat. Yeah, I was. Of all people, he was the last person I would have expected.”

  “He seems to be making an effort.”

  “Yes.” His father had made an effort. He’d met Jackson halfway, exactly as Jackson had wanted, had asked. “I’ve missed the ranch. I don’t want to run it, but I’ve missed it. It was my home, where I grew up. Being stubborn and an ass has taught me a lot, know what I mean?”

  “They aren’t your best traits, but in a strange way, they are.” She reached for his hand which he readily gave and she wrapped her fingers around his. He couldn’t stop looking at how they twined together. He’d grown up a lot over the last year or so and in the last few weeks, he’d grown up even more. He knew that in order for Cass to have her dream, he’d have to be strong for her, there for her.

  “There’s always been something between us, hasn’t there?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes,” she agreed. “There has. You had some issues to work out and the way I told you to go about your life wouldn’t have worked for you.”

  “Ever think it might not work for you either? The normal, conventional way?”

  “After knowing you and getting to know Samantha, of course I’ve thought about it. Those days I wasn’t speaking to you, I was thinking about that, and working with you these few weekends has kept me thinking along those lines, as well. Your truck fits you, the real you, not the man you were with your father in the barn that day.”

  “I was never that belligerent to him before he told me I couldn’t do something other than ranching, other than what he had planned for me.” Jackson tugged her out of her chair and into his lap. “I’m more lover than fighter,” he murmured against her lips.

  “Lover, huh?”

  “Yep. Care for another demonstration?” Not that she’d turn him down. She was as hot for him as he was for her. She might be more than a little uncertain about opening her own place again, but Jackson didn’t have a single doubt that she was very certain about him.

  “What are you smiling for?” she asked, wariness creeping into her voice.

  “You want me.”

  Cass lifted a brow. “Cocky much?”

  “Completely. Take a chance on what you want. I’ll give you the confidence you need.” He nibbled along her neck. “I can help you.”

  “Oh can you now? Hmmm.” She pressed her lips to his jaw and made her way down the side of his neck. “Maybe that is what I need.” Cass moved and straddled his thighs. “Maybe I need you to be the instructor this time around. Teach.”

  Epilogue

  “Whoopie pies. Really? That’s what you’re planning?”

  Cass looked up. She was sifting powdered sugar into a bowl. “Yes. Several different flavors, but with my own recipe of marshmallow cream filling.”

  “Mmm… I like marshmallow cream.”

  “Mine is different than the jarred kind. Less sticky, but fluffier. Creamier.”

  “Good. I like fluffy and creamy, too. You know that sounds naughty, obscene even?”

  Cass winked at Jackson. “And you’re complaining?”

  “Not a bit, babe. Just didn’t know if you realized how X-rated it sounds coming from your sweet, innocent tongue.”

  “My tongue is anything but innocent. Sweet, maybe, but definitely not innocent. You should know that.”

  Jackson winked back. “Have you heard from the bank?”

  “No.” Cass was nervously awaiting the phone call rejecting her. She had one failed baking business and she knew she was a risk for small business loan. She didn’t have the capital on her own and there was a great deal of sweat equity that would go into the truck she’d been looking at. Her teacher’s salary allowed for some leeway and she wouldn’t be giving up her day job anytime soon. Her truck would also be a teaching exercise for her students, the same way The Sticky Cowgirl store had.

  She was excited and terrified all at the same time. She was employing different avenues into her new business, different strategies than she had on her previous attempt.

  “They’ll call soon.”

  Cass simply nodded and finished sifting the sugar. She turned the mixer on, a neon pink job she absolutely adored.

  “Thought you had a turquoise mixer?”

  “I have three mixers. I use whichever one suits my mood at the time. What flavor would you like to try? Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, or spice?”

  “Can’t I just have a spoonful of the filling?”

  “You could, but why would you want to?”

  Jackson shrugged and leaned close. “Because I want to know how it’ll taste when I lick it off your skin.”

  Cass nudged him. “Dirty cowboy.”

  “Guilty as charged.”

  She slowly spooned the sugar into the mixing bowl. The butter had already been creamed, a little salt added. She had a cup of homemade marshmallow cream next to the mixer. She’d be adding that after the sugar. Vanilla would go last.

  “I’m happy, you know.” she said, loud enough to be heard over the hum of the motor.

  “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

  She slanted her eyes in his direction. “You know why.”

  “Yeah, I do. And I’m glad.”

  “We still on for the barbeque Sunday?”

  “We are. Sam is ecstatic. We haven’t been out to a barbeque on the ranch in a long while.”


  “She’s been talking about it all week. I’m glad you and your father are getting along so it can happen. I think it’s something Sam needs right now given everything she’s going through.”

  “Everyone needs it. And it’s been good, my dad and I. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get past the issues, but we’re working on it. I owe it to you and that little challenge on the dirt road.”

  “As long as we know who’s in charge around here.” She gave him a saucy wink, but shrugged soon after, serious again. “I owe this to you. We’re even. You still want a taste?”

  “I do,” he said, right before he turned her head toward him and planted a kiss on her lips. Without breaking the contact, Cass fumbled for the switch on the mixer and turned it off, then gave her full attention to Jackson’s warm, wet mouth.

  He urged her against the counter and bent her back over the edge. “Is it ready?”

  “W-what?”

  “The filling.” He was as breathless as she was and it thrilled her that with just a kiss he could get there.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Let’s get you naked and see how it tastes.” He untied the strings of her apron and was lifting the neck of it over her head when the phone rang. Both of them turned at the same time to stare at it. Cass seized up, scared to answer, scared not to answer. Jackson picked up her cell and handed it to her. “Answer it,” he whispered, dropping to his knees and releasing the snap on her jeans and lowering the zipper. “Answer it.”

  “H-hello?” Cool air caressed her legs when Jackson lowered the denim. Her panties were next and she shivered as her bare ass touched the bottom of the countertop.

  “Ms. Jamison? This is Betty, from the bank.”

  “H-hi Betty.” Did she sound normal? She hoped so. She’d never been on the phone while a man licked at her thighs. Cass needed to concentrate on the call, but she wanted to concentrate on what Jackson was doing to her too. She was one of those creative types, usually a little flighty, but she wasn’t able to focus on more than one thing at a time.

  “Do you have a moment? I have an answer on your application.”

  “Yes, of course.” Cass grabbed a handful of Jackson’s hair with her free hand and her knees went weak. “I’m ready.” She wasn’t. She wasn’t ready at all. She didn’t want the rejection.

  “We’re going to approve you.”

  “Y-you are?” Cass couldn’t believe it and she struggled to keep from asking why they were saying yes.

  “Yes. We were impressed with the letters of support and the co-signers. Your employer and your friends in the food business have a lot of faith in you, Ms. Jamieson. We would like to have that same kind of faith in you. Food trucks are very popular and the food industry is continuing to grow and change. We would like to see you become successful.”

  “I… You’re really saying yes?” Cass couldn’t believe it. She wanted to, but… This was going to happen. It was going to be real. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes.

  “Yes.” Betty’s smile came through in her voice. “We’re really saying yes.”

  “Thank you so much.”

  “I was wondering if you have time tomorrow to come by and sign the papers?”

  “Yes, of course. What time are you available?”

  “Two,” Betty said immediately.

  “Two is great. I’ll be there.”

  “Good. I look forward to seeing you and congratulations Ms. Jamieson. We wish you great success.”

  “Well?” Jackson urged when Cass hung up the phone. His eyes were alight with happiness and clouded with lust. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, to let her heart calm from its rapid thumping against her chest.

  “They said yes,” she said softly.

  “Hot. Damn.” he said from his knees, fist pumping the air before hugging her close around the hips, his lips pressed between her breasts. “Definitely time for celebration.” Jackson reached for the mixing bowl. Cass helped him out by tilting the bowl toward him. He dipped his finger into the white fluff and swiped a line down below her belly button. “I can see why the bank said yes. This stuff is very, very good.

  “T-they haven’t tasted it,” she breathed.

  “You should take them some tomorrow then.”

  Another line of marshmallow, drawn lower, touching her clit. Jackson slid his tongue through her labia and Cass grabbed hold of the counter. She got the business loan. She’d worked it up in her head that they’d say no, that the reality of them saying yes… She felt like breathing while at the same time she felt like holding her breath. Relief and nervousness warred inside.

  “Jackson, I… Jackson, please…” The repeated work of his tongue on her clit, the tight grip he held on her thighs… “Fill me.” Her eyes met his and she smiled, grinned, bucked her hips and thrust them forward. “They said yes.”

  He stood quickly and spun her, bent her forward. She heard the zipper on his jeans, heard his grunt and his sigh, heard the rip of a condom packet, and then he was there, inside her. His hands held her hips and he tugged her bottom toward his pelvis. “They said yes, baby.” He nibbled where her neck met her shoulder. “How does it feel to be…filled?”

  Cass giggled and wiggled against him. She had a second chance to pursue her passion. She had a second chance with the man of her dreams, too. The Cupcake Cowboy. Her life was full and it was filling up more, day by day.

  Jackson held her hard and fast against him. She was where she was supposed to be, doing what she was supposed to do. And Jackson had urged her, pushed her, challenged her. As the orgasm took her, clogged her throat with need, she reveled in the turn of events, in the changes headed her way.

  She’d needed Jackson every bit as much as he’d needed her. And it was all thanks to a little bit of decadence called a cupcake.

  About Lissa

  Born and raised in the South and currently living in North Carolina, talented, multi-published author, Lissa Matthews, has many loves in her life: Family, friends, NASCAR, football, music of all kinds, cooking, BDSM, penning stories filled with feisty heroines and naughty heros, and last, but certainly not least, coffee.

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  Lone Star Sweets, Book Two

  The Sticky Cowgirl

  Samuel gazed down at the white flour now coating the front of his gray suit. His incredibly expensive gray suit. His incredibly expensive, tailor made gray suit. “Was that really necessary?” he asked softly as he met the angry gaze of the woman standing on the other side of the worktable. He worked hard to compose himself but the urge to reach out and strangle her was strong and it took everything he had to resist it.

  He sighed.

  It would, in fact, be wrong for him to do so, though it would make him feel so much better. It would solve part of his company’s problem, too. She’d been the biggest pain in the ass since the beginning. She was the last hold-out. She was the last obstacle blocking his path.

  And she’d just flung pastry flour at him.

  “Get. Out. Of. My. Store.” Her words were measured, spoken low, and held back a temper that probably rivaled his. He couldn’t deny the attraction he’d felt for her the first moment he walked into her little bakery, but while the physical attraction to her blonde highlighted brunette and her cute little sundresses that always drew his eye to the V between her breasts, her dark chocolate eyes and feet always clad in cowboy boots, her less than willing attitude to listen to him and his proposal, left a lot to be desired.

  “Miss Dawson,” he started again calmly, barely holding his anger in check while he brushed at the flour, which only made the stain of it worse. He gave up. “If you’d
give me five minutes I know I could make you ―”

  “There is nothin’ in the world you have to say that I want to listen to. You’re not gettin’ my business.”

  Samuel glared at her. “With the money you would make by selling me this…this hole in the wall store, you could open a bigger one. You could afford to build one to your specific needs and design, state of the art. You ―”

  “I don’t want any other store front or location. I want this one and I’m not selling it to you.”

  “Why are you being so difficult about this? It’s a good offer.”

  “Maybe for you. I’m still not moving.”

  “How did you end up being able to purchase it anyway? Most of your neighbors leased, yet you own. You’re also a start-up.”

  “What? You can’t do your own research?” When he didn’t answer, she gave a frustrated growl and he had to bite back a smile. She was lady-like, but she was also a mama bear and the bakery was her cub. He might not like her tenacity, the difficulty she was causing his company’s project, but he had to admire her.

  The building was just sitting here. The owner was behind on property taxes and it was going to go up for auction. I wanted it. Years ago it was a candy story. All kinds of homemade candies and whenever we’d come into town, my parents would bring my brother and I here. My father paid the taxes and helped me set up shop. And now you…” She pointed at him. “You want to take it away from me.” She slapped her wooden rolling pin down on the dough in front of her and began rolling, moving it smoothly back and forth until the ball took the shape of a flattened circle. The more she rolled, this way, then that way, the circle reformed into a rectangle. “It has sentimental value to me. It’s more than just a building. Besides, it wouldn’t set too well with the people around here.”

  Her words mirrored and confirmed his thoughts and he nodded, even though she wasn’t looking at him. “I know, but you can open up a new place. I’m offering you more than enough to buy into a bigger and better location.” He knew the answer though. No matter what he offered or said, she wouldn’t change her mind. He couldn’t let her sentiment cloud his objective ”