Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats Book 3)

by Charity B.

  Kneeling in front of me, his hazel eyes blaze.

  “Don’t let me find out that this is anything less than true, Plaything.”

  “Yes, Logan.”

  “Goddamn it, Tiffany! Stop fucking crying or it’s going to get a lot worse.”

  I rub my thumb over the T scar on her back as I walk around to kneel in front of her. She sniffles and glares at me, but she still attempts to dry it up. Dropping the whip I just hit her with, I reach between her legs to finger her and turn to look over my shoulder at Nikki.

  “Are you going to play nice, now? No more biting her pussy or I won’t fuck you for the next three months. You got it?”

  “Yes, Toben,” Nikki pouts.

  I grin back at Tiffany, “That would mean a lot more playtime for you.” Both girls whimper for their own reasons and I laugh. They’re so cute. “Go lie on the bed, Plaything.”

  Tiffany obeys and I walk over to Nikki to untie her from the radiator heater. I lean in, gently kissing her. She knows I don’t kiss Tiffany this way, and sometimes, I want her to know she’s my favorite. “Now help me kiss her better, okay?”

  She chews the inside of her cheek as she nods. “Yes, Toben.”

  Taking her hand, I lead her to the bed and spread Tiffany’s legs. I grip a fist full of Nikki’s hair and push her face into Tiffany’s pussy. My fingers comb through her hair as I watch her little tongue lick at Tiffany’s clit. I kiss down her jaw and touch my tongue next to hers to help her. Our fingers fuck Tiffany’s hole as we make out and I roll on my back lifting her on top of me. She slides over my cock when I point to the edge of the bed. “Get my belt and choke her out while you ride my dick, Plaything.”

  She gives me a partial smile as she reaches for the belt. I climb up the bed and lie down before pulling Tiffany on top of me. Her back presses against my chest with each heavy breath as Nikki wraps the belt around her neck.

  Nikki’s pussy is so warm as she rides me and tightens the belt. She moans and hesitates when I tell her to release it. “Put me inside her.”

  I can’t see, but I can feel myself leaving Nikki’s body and entering Tiffany’s. After a few pumps, she takes me out again, and puts me back into her even though I never told her to. I don’t scold her for it this time. I want to finish inside her anyway and I need to get home and make sure I haven’t missed Tavin.

  “Make her come, Nik. Then we’ll go upstairs and you can ride my face.”

  That gets her ass into gear as she rubs Tiffany’s clit and grinds her body against mine. Tiffany is quickly moaning and thrusting with her orgasm as my own bursts inside Nikki.

  Leaving heroin and a treat on Tiffany’s nightstand, I grab a bottle of water out of her fridge and kiss her head before locking her door.

  Nikki and I hold hands as we walk up to her room. Once I keep my promise, we have sex in the shower and I leave her with her drugs and candy.

  The cabby drops me off and even though I knew it wasn’t likely, my heart falls because there is still no sign of Tavin. My leg is killing me from when Logan kicked me, so I fall back onto the couch and light a cigarette. As soon as I take the first drag, there’s a knock on my front door. I swear to fuck, this better not be those cookie bitches again.

  Opening the door, my eyebrows shoot up because there’s a hot chick standing on my porch.

  “Hi, my name is Sasha. I don’t know if you remember me,” she peeks over my shoulder, “but we need to talk.”

  As soon as she says it, I recall who she is. This is the prick’s sister. “This better be about Tav-“

  She stuns me into silence when her hands wrap around my face, and I swear to Christ, she kisses me. I push her back and she whispers, “Come on, let’s talk in my car.”

  I’m too scared to begin to imagine what this is about, so I follow her to her surprisingly average vehicle. As soon as I climb in, she starts the engine.

  “Are we going somewhere?” I ask.

  She’s all twitchy as she looks over her shoulder and in her rearview mirror. “Is anyone following you?” She’s whispering even though we’re alone.

  “What’s your deal, tweeker?”

  Pulling off the curb, she sighs, “Tavin is staying with me while we figure out this whole thing with Logan and I need to make sure we aren’t being watched.”

  What the fuck, Tavin? When is she going to stop this? “What whole thing? As far as I know, nobody’s watching, but that won’t last long with this bullshit. What the hell is going on?”

  “We’re still figuring that out. At the moment, I’m just trying to keep her hidden from Logan. She’s just so scared and needs to know you’re okay.”

  I drop my head against the seat. Everything is falling apart and I have no idea how this could possibly not end in a nightmare. Still, she needs me and I will always be there when she needs me.

  Two Weeks Later

  I don’t know why she thought it was worth it to risk coming here, though feeling her body against mine again is the only thing that really matters right now.

  She’s been cooped up hiding from Logan, and I get that she needed some breathing room, but she made the choices that put her in this situation. We’re both having to sneak around because she has some half-cocked idea of being able to escape Logan. I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into her the last couple of months. The only silver lining is that shit finally hit the fan with ‘Alexander’. I hate that she’s hurting, but I knew he couldn’t handle her and I just wish he would have come to that realization a hell of a lot sooner.

  She’s living with that bitch, but at least I’m welcome to stay there with her. Now that the douche is finally out of the picture, I’m hoping that I can eventually talk some sense into her and some mercy into Logan. Every time I see him, the more agitated and angry he is. I honestly don’t know how we’re going to come back from this. It’s only a matter of time before he follows me to her.

  Lifting the coke vile to her nose, she inhales the drugs that make her lean into me. As much as I know this is dangerous, I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. I’ve missed watching her dance.

  I laugh at Christopher grinding against the girl on the dance floor. He’s a terrible dancer and somehow always gets them to come home with him. Tavin’s head hits my chest as her body slams against mine and she spins around toward the exit. Whoa…what’s going on? I lift my eyes in fear that I will see Logan, but who I see is worse.

  It’s the fucking douche.

  He holds his finger out to me and I consider biting it off when he says, “You stay here.”

  Turning to the woman he’s with, he tells her to wait and he follows behind Tav. I almost tell him to ‘fuck off’ and stop him from going after her. As much as I hate admitting it, I know that Tavin cares a lot about him, for whatever reason, and I want her to have a minute with him. Especially since from the look on his face, he isn’t going to be saying anything nice.

  His date is shifting on her feet looking like she’d rather be anywhere else. Maybe I should take her into the bathroom and fuck her like he’s fucked me.

  Christopher snaps at me, “You’re just going to leave her out there with him? What the hell, dude?”

  “What am I really supposed to do? Interfering with him won’t do anything besides push her further away. Let him fuck it up on his own. When he knocks her down, I’ll be there to catch her.”

  His lips press into a hard line and he nods. Just as I’m about to go out there and do what Christopher is suggesting, the door to the exit opens and he storms back inside. He throws his hand out at me as he walks by us.

  “She’s all yours.”

  That’s fucking right, you prick.

  Christopher follows me outside and while my heart breaks at her tears, I feel a twinge of relief that maybe he’ll stay the hell out of her life forever, now.

  I hate that she feels for anyone besides me. She’s given him everything I’ve ever wanted from her, and he’s throwing it away like the dumbass he is. I would
never hurt her on purpose like he does, and I want to kill him for it. I wrap my arms around her and wish I could soak up all the pain he’s making her feel.

  This is when I miss her the most. When I’m all alone in this house we’ve shared together. I can’t stay with her every night because then we’d definitely get caught, and I stayed with her last night after we left the club. She finally got high with me though, and I have missed it so much. Ever since she met that asshole, she’s been having this guilt bullshit about using anything. I don’t understand it. There’s something that can take all of our suffering away, even for a few moments, and he doesn’t want her to have it? And he has the audacity to act like he gives a fuck about her?

  I want her to just walk through the door and I know she won’t. All I have is a shred of hope that she’ll give some real thought into what we talked about last night. I want her with me, and her plan to ‘go wherever we want’ is going to get us both killed. She thinks the Clients are bad, but that’s the safest and most controlled environment we’re ever going to be in. We know what’s expected and it happens. The world out there? There is no safe. There is no control. It’s unpredictable and without any real regulation.

  Maybe I should just go stay the night with Nikki and Tiffany. At least it would help me keep my mind off her. Inhaling a line of coke, I adjust my beanie and straighten another one. A loud knock at the front door makes me drop the business card I’m using. Who the fuck is that? Logan wouldn’t knock and I don’t have a Client.

  I swing open the front door and internally give the finger to whoever is playing this cosmic joke.

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  “She’s not here and she’s not meant for you, so ‘fuck up someone else’s life’ as you so eloquently put it, and leave her alone. She’s not meant for you.”

  There are so many things I want to do to this asshole, but I’ll settle on slamming the door in his face. I reach for the handle when all of a sudden, I’m being squeezed tight.

  Is this prick hugging me?

  “What the f—”

  “I’ve seen the tape.”

  He says it as if that makes it completely acceptable to go around hugging people. I don’t even know what the hell he’s talking about.

  “Uh…what tape?”

  “I just need to see.”

  In an instant, he’s rushing past me as he goes to the basement door, pulling it open to go downstairs. This motherfucker.

  I sprint after him and find him standing in her room. “Hey! What the hell are you doing? We don’t let people down here.” He mumbles something about kids and my skin dries up and goes cold. His back is to me so I step in front of him to make him look at me. “Tell me about the motherfucking tape.”

  “He recorded it.”

  Logan would have never left evidence like a recording. Besides, he gets his jollies off on interacting, not watching. “Who recorded what?”

  “Right here where we’re standing. This is where it happened isn’t it? The day Logan came down here with that cage and destroyed your lives. I can’t believe he made you hold her down.”

  Fuck.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t good.

  He knows way too much and I can’t believe he’s still digging his nose in this shit. I don’t want to, but I have to give him props for that. Most people would never be able to deal with this. Still, he’s going to make things so much worse for us and himself. He barely has a sliver of the truth and it’s still enough to get him killed. Which would be more than fine by me if I didn’t know how much that would hurt Tavin.

  What really bothers me is that I can see that this is important to him. She’s important to him. Tavin and I never knew the tape existed and we were the ones being taped, so how the hell does he? It had to have been Brian who did it because Lacie was way too stupid to do something like that. I see the pain and worry on his face as he fondles Tavin’s needled belt. He’s actually hurting over this and surprisingly, I can feel myself soften a shade for the guy.

  I know she’s worth all the pain and suffering. The only problem is, now he does too.

  I still hope he gets hit by a bus.

  He what?!

  I don’t fucking understand how this is possible. Two days ago, Logan told me he found that a P.I. was looking into him. When he confronted the guy, he learned that he had been hired by non-other than the douche bag himself. He found out where Tavin had been staying, and he was so angry that he killed the P.I. and forcefully shot up Sasha for good measure.

  All that, and now he just gives her to him?!

  “You sold her?!” This isn’t happening. His glare and flaring nostrils tell me I need to tone down the attitude. “Why, Logan? How could you just let her go?”

  I knew when Alexander begging for Tavin’s forgiveness was inevitable, and of course, she gave it to him. Once I spoke with Tavin and she confirmed it, it broke my heart for the millionth time.

  “Plaything, I need you to trust me. I don’t do anything without reason and I don’t allow myself to be double crossed without someone suffering for it. You should understand this by now.”

  “It’s just…she’s under the impression that she’s free. Is that not true?”

  Ignoring my question, he wipes down the table. “You are to continue on as Sweet Boy, as normal.” He grabs my face and holds it tight. “Trust me.”

  No person on this earth has ever made that more difficult and natural than him.

  “She wants me to make friends with the guy like we’re in some kind of bromance.”

  “Then do it.”

  “He knows about a lot of it, Logan.”

  More casually than I would have expected, he nods. “I’m aware.” Loading up the spoon, he asks, “Now, would you like to get high with me?”

  I sigh and lean against the couch. “Yes, Logan.”

  Two and a half weeks later

  Jesus. Mr. Western really did a number on my ass. God, it’s been a while since I’ve been this sore. I toss the money at the cab driver and as I climb the steps to my front door, my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number, but it’s a Shadoebox area code.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Toben? My name’s Silas.” My heart starts to pick up pace because none of the reasons I can think of that he would be calling me are good. “I’m friends with-”

  “The douche, yeah, what’s up?”

  He chuckles which helps me relax. “Well, Alex wants me to come pick you up and bring you to his place.”

  Scoffing under my breath, I mumble, “And I want him to take a bath with a hairdryer.” I pull out my house key. “Yeah, that’s not happening, guy.”

  “There’s something going on with Tavin.”

  Just like that, my stomach twists at the fear that something happened to her while I’m not with her.

  “That motherfucker swore to me countless times he would protect her! She had better be okay or things are gonna turn red real fucking fast.”

  “Whoa, chill, dude, as far as I know, she’s fine. I honestly don’t know what he wants you for.”

  “Goddamn it. Fine. Come get me at eighty-three twenty-six Morningstar Avenue.”

  I don’t even have to guess it’s him when he pulls up in his nice ass car. I take a drag off my cigarette as he jogs up to me sitting on my porch.

  He points to the pack sitting on the top step. “Hey, can I get one of those?”

  “Sure?” I hand him one. “Do you even smoke?”

  “Sometimes. Sasha hates it and it’s too hard to get the smell out of my suits, but I like one every once in a while.”

  I gesture to his car. “What kind of car is that?”

  Laughing, he ashes his cigarette. “It’s a Porsche Cayman, but don’t get any ideas. I like the shape it’s currently in.”

  I bite back a smile at that. I talked Tavin into letting me drive her boyfriend’s car a little while ago. Let’s just say, it didn’t go as planned and he doesn’t have that car anymor
e.

  We finish our smokes and walk to his Porsche. I scoff at him when the first thing he does is look at himself in the mirror and style his hair. He’s as big of a tool as Alexander is.

  We drive in silence. Well, I wish it was fucking silence-what the hell is he listening to?

  “I want that Ferrari then I swerve. I want that Bugatti just to hurt.”

  I know my eyes widen in horror because he’s fucking singing. Or at least some variation of it.

  “No, man. Just no.”

  He clears his throat and looks in the rearview mirror. “How are you doing?”

  “What?” I deadpan.

  “Look, I don’t know all the details, but I know enough to know that you’re kind of getting screwed in this.”

  Hmm. Maybe this guy isn’t as bad as I originally thought. I look at him. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, I mean, you grew up in this crazy situation with her. You obviously care about each other a lot, but the way you look at her?” He shakes his head. “You look like you’d sooner skin yourself alive than see her in pain.” He switches lanes and sighs. “I fell in love with Sasha Sørensen the very first time I saw her. Watching her in a serious relationship with someone else was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt.” He turns to me and furrows his brows. “And I broke my leg once.”

  I can’t believe an honest laugh boils over. “Yeah, sure. It’s like that.”

  “All I’m saying is, you love her enough to go through a lifetime of pain just to see her happy. I think that’s pretty fucking awesome.”

  I give him a smirk. He may not really get it, but he’s trying in his own way. He is right about one thing, though. I would do anything to keep her happy.