Hate to Love You (Baker's Bunch Book 1)

by Lily Ryan

  “I want to touch you.”

  I release her so that her hurried hands can work with mine to get us out of these clothes. She shoves the jacket off my shoulders and slides it down my arms. She tosses it to the floor and with trembling hands gets to work on my shirt buttons.

  “You sure your parents aren’t going to freak?” She asks breathlessly.

  “Not a chance. Down here is mine.”

  I lift her dress and run my hand over her mound. Her soft, warm, bare mound!

  “Oh, you little tease!” I slip my finger between her slick folds. “You had nothing on all night?” I plunge my finger deep inside her, making her gasp and quickly adding another. “I should take you over my knee and teach you a lesson,” my teeth close gently on her ear lobe.

  She pulls my open shirt from my pants and traces each line of my chest and abdomen. I’m certain she can feel the fierce pounding of my heart beneath her fingers. Fire bred of passion rages through me. I need her to quench the scorching flames. I need to feel her wetness drench my throbbing cock and extinguish this unrelenting need.

  I cup her ass, and she moans into my mouth. I can’t take much more. I need her. Now.

  I lift her up and press her into the wall. Her hands clasp together behind my head and she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Is this a bad time to mention my no-sex-on-a-first-date policy?”

  I feel my face drop. I don’t trust my ears. She can’t mean that. Sam’s just as eager for me as I am for her. I have the proof of that all over my fingers.

  “You said it yourself, we’ve done it before.”

  “And you said you wanted a second a chance.”

  I’ve been waiting for this moment all night. For the last two weeks. But Sam’s right. I promised to treat her like a princess. If it means I have to jerk off, so be it, but this is more disappointing than learning Santa’s not real.

  “I’m kidding,” she says with a big smile, slapping me on the shoulder.

  “You’re not funny.” I nip at her bottom lip and trace my tongue over it.

  She pulls my head to her mouth. “Fuck me, Cole.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice. “Touch yourself,” I order as I open my belt buckle and shove my pants and boxers down.

  I need to make sure she’s good and ready because I’m not going to last long. Holding her up by her ass and spreading her cheeks, I position myself at her entrance.

  “Are you sure?” This is her one and only chance to back out.

  “Yes!”

  I press my length into her, feel her swollen pussy stretch around me. Being inside Samantha is my version of heaven. My happy place.

  My eyes roll back right along with her head. Her moans send me spiraling up like a rocket in the air. She’s my drug, my addiction, and I was forced into withdrawal. This is my first fix of her after going without and I already know the dependency is stronger, deeper, than before.

  I thrust inside her, bouncing her up and down on my dick. My mouth covers hers, drowning out her moans and cries of pleasure. Each kiss grows deeper. Hungrier. Needier. Until I can’t take anymore and I allow myself the glorious release I’ve been yearning for and explode inside of her.

  Sweaty and spent of all my energy, I cradle Sam’s head on my shoulder. It’s now that I realize I didn’t put a condom on.

  “Sam, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking . . . I didn’t . . .” I set her down on the ground, steady her, and pull my pants back up. At a loss for words, I run my hand through my hair. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s fine,” she smiles, and rests her hand on my cheek.

  “I came inside you,” I say, full of guilt.

  She smiles at me, and as bad as I feel, I’m equally happy. We just had sex and she’s touching me. Like she used to when we’d meet up in my car. This is a huge win. A comforting warmth spreads through my body.

  “I’ve been on the pill for the last year to regulate my period.”

  I’m so relieved, I don’t focus on the fact that she could’ve mentioned this months ago.

  “So this is your place?” She asks.

  I nod, not sure what I see in her eyes and afraid she’s going to call me out for being a shit and never inviting her over.

  I reach my arm around her waist and pull her close. “Let me show you around,” I joke, kissing her on the cheek. We walk a few steps to the left and enter the kitchen area that consists of a small sink, a set of four upper cabinets and lower cabinets, a college sized refrigerator, and a table for two.

  “It’s nothing great, but it’s mine.” I take her hand, entwine our fingers together and lead her to the living and sleeping area on the other side of the large room. “As you can see, my bed is here,”

  “And let me guess, you spend most of your time here,” she smirks sarcastically.

  “Yes. To sleep.” I kiss her cheek again.

  I point out the couch against the wall. “And I have this in case your brother or the guys come hang out, so we can sit and have beer without all being on the bed. That’s just weird. Oh, and I almost forgot. I lead her to the door on the wall where the television hangs, the bathroom is in here.”

  “Maybe I should go get cleaned up,” she smirks at me.

  She has a point. I’m sure I left her in a mess, with my cum running down her legs. I’m afraid though, if I let her out of my sight for even a minute, she’s going to withdraw again. I don’t want to risk it because I just got her back.

  I cradle her face in my hands. “Of course. Sam, I want you make yourself at home. Whatever you want it’s yours.”

  “It’s cute to see you trying so hard.”

  She’s got me by the balls and she knows it! Right now, I don’t give a fuck. “As long as it makes you happy. Oh,” I retrieve a messenger bag from the side of the bed. “I know I didn’t give you any notice, so I had Tyler pack some clothes for you.”

  Her eyes open wide. “Before today, the last time I spoke to my brother about you, I had to stop him from coming over here and killing you. How did you get him on board with all this?”

  “Simple, I told him the truth.”

  “And what’s the truth?”

  “The truth is, I love you.”

  *

  No response. None! She took the bag from me, ran her hand down my chest and went to hide in the bathroom. Yes, hide. I know that’s what she’s doing. She’s running away from her feelings and from me.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  That’s the second time I told her I love her and the second time she didn’t even acknowledge it. I wasn’t sure if she heard me the first time, but this time, I saw the fear in her eyes before she ran off with her tail between her legs.

  It makes no sense. Zero. Sam all but admitted that she was in love with me that first night. Didn’t she? Or am I reading this all wrong? Twisting the memories to fit some romantic theme. Am I trying to force a bad experience into some sort of real life rom-com?

  No. Her father made is clear she’s had feelings for me for a long time when he threatened to feed me my dick if I hurt her again. Tyler confirmed it. So why is it when I tell her I love her she runs the other way and not into my arms?

  I hear the shower as I sit at the edge of my bed and hold my head. I’m at a loss. A total fucking loss. I want to say that her behavior is irrational and that this isn’t like Sam, but even from the beginning, she ran hot and cold at the flip of a switch.

  And when it comes to me, she’s always quick to think the worst. She barely gave me a chance to speak that next morning at the coffee shop. She kept going on about letting me off the hook, when all I wanted to do was figure out how we could make things work. She wouldn’t hear me out when she saw me with Callie, and didn’t bother to take a cooling off period before messing around with Zane. I know I said I forgive her, and I do. Mostly. But still, it hurts.

  She takes so long in there, I’m not sure if she’s actually getting cleaned up, or just using it as an excuse to avoid me.

>   I wrap lightly on the door. No response. I turn the handle and go inside to make sure she’s okay.

  I see her silhouette through the opaque shower door. Sam’s standing under the stream of water, rinsing her hair off. I chide myself for being insecure and invading her privacy until I hear the undeniable sound of a sniffle.

  “Sam,” I call out.

  She doesn’t answer. I consider going back out into the other room and waiting for her to finish, but change my mind when I hear the sound again, followed by a sob. It twists my heart. I need to be close to her, comfort her. I strip down and open the shower door.

  I catch her off guard. Her mouth hangs opens when she notices me standing there. A tear rolls down her cheek. I step in and close the door behind me. Sam’s big green eyes stare up at me with fear and surprise. I’ve never seen her this vulnerable. I can’t take my eyes off of her, off the way the water rolls off her dark wavy hair. How a lone drop sits on her bottom lip.

  “Cole, I . . .” her bottom lip trembles.

  “Shh. I got you.”

  It’s at this moment I realize for all her strength, she’s equally fragile, and I’m scared to death that if I don’t handle this right, she might break.

  I swipe my thumb over her lip and kiss away the tear. Sam doesn’t say anything, she steps into me, brings her hands to my waist and leans her head against my chest.

  Even through the stream of water, I feel the tears running down her cheeks, feel her body shake as she cries. If being naked, and/or having sex is the only way to get her to let me in and allow herself to feel, then so be it.

  We stand under the water in silence for a long while. Sam sobs in my arms while I stroke her back and kiss her head. Neither of us move until the tears stop and the pads of our fingers shrivel like raisins.

  Chapter 22

  Samantha

  Wrapped in towels, we stand in front of Cole’s bed staring at each other. I don’t know what came over me in the shower. Overwhelmed with emotion, I let our problems creep into my mind. From there, fear and insecurity invaded and took control.

  All the bad stuff evaporated in the comfort of Cole’s arms. I felt safe. Protected. Like nothing in the world could hurt me, and if anything even tries Cole will be there. By my side. And we’ll slush through it together.

  Cole opens my towel and uses it as a tool to pull me to him. His eyes soak me in, study me. His gaze is strong. Powerful. Fire mixed with all-out-need burns in his hooded eyes. I feel their grip on me, caressing me, urging me closer.

  His look challenges me to trust him, to stay here, in this moment with him. His mouth moves to my neck. His lips and tongue brush against my skin, and act like a switch. They light me up and turn me on.

  Cole massages my shoulders and guides me to sit on the edge of the bed.

  "You’re gorgeous," Cole says, dropping to his knees in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I try to scoot back but he won’t let me.

  "Worshiping you," he whispers, as his mouth meets my belly.

  My pulse races. I tremble with need. Need that grows stronger with each passing second. A need to touch him. A need to kiss him. To have his body put demands on mine. I feel it in a way I never have before. I ache for him to take the next step.

  Cole's fingertips ghost over my skin as they slip from my shoulders down to my breasts. He wraps his arms around me, urging me closer. I arch my back toward him as his teeth clamp gently around my nipple. It's not enough.

  Impatient for more, I hold his head tight to my chest. I don't want him to stop sucking and nibbling. His mouth is so intense, it almost hurts. But the pleasure I'm getting outweighs any discomfort and I want more. My head rolls back as I press my hands against the mattress for support. I moan, as his tongue flicks back and forth over my nipple. I don't think I'll be able to hold out much longer.

  "Do you have any idea how bad I want you, princess?"

  "Then take me."

  Cole’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he pushes me down so that my back is flat. He grips my hips, and pulls me so my ass is hanging half-off of the edge of the bed. His fingers trail up my legs, to the crease where my legs and my middle come together. I expect to feel one slip inside, but they retreat. Move out toward my hips instead. Cole inches his hands down my legs at a painfully slow pace. Once he gets to my knees, he stops. I squirm on the bed because I don't want him to stop. I want to press myself against him. Convince him to take me now.

  "Do you want to cum?" I hear his ragged breath, and it turns me on more, if that's possible.

  I nod.

  "Say it."

  "I want to cum."

  He shakes his head with a cocky grin, and I want to hit him. "Come on, Sam. Like you mean it."

  Frustrated, my hands find my hair. Writhing on the bed, I let my hands move down my face and neck. They roam over my breasts and graze my hard nipples like they do when I think of him.

  "Cole," I hear the breathlessness in my voice, and damn him, if he won't finish what he started, I will.

  One hand stays at my breast, the other continues the path, down my center, over stomach, past my belly button. I can't believe he's going to make me do this, but right now I don't care. I want the release, I need it more than I need my pride.

  "I need to cum, now, Cole!"

  This does the trick. In a hard, swift motion, he throws my knees apart, causing me to gasp in surprise and anticipation.

  "You're so fucking wet." he says looking between my legs. "So fucking beautiful."

  Before I can respond, I feel the warmth of his mouth on the inside of my thigh. He lifts my legs and rests my feet on his shoulders. I realize what he's about to do, but before I panic, the sensation of his tongue brushes against my core.

  I grab the sheets and clench them tight as I feel his tongue slip in and out of my pussy. I can't control my breathing or moaning. Just as I get used to the rhythm, he switches gears and his tongue teases my clitoris, flicking over it, circling around it.

  The sounds I make get louder as he follows this pattern alternating between using his tongue to fuck and tease me with long delicious laps, until I can't take it anymore. My body tenses. I go rigid. I'm afraid he's going to stop before I can finish.

  Even as I shudder and spasm, he keeps with it. I try to move, push away because this is the most intense orgasm I've had in my life. Cole holds me in place as his name slips off my lips. He doesn't let up until my body comes down off the ceiling and relaxes once again.

  "How do you feel?" He asks kissing his way back up to my lips.

  "Amazing."

  "Good." A satisfied smirk lights up his face.

  "Why are you so happy?"

  "Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting to taste you for months. That was so fucking hot."

  "You liked it?"

  Cole grabs a pillow and adjusts himself on the bed so that only his feet hang off. He pulls me up next to him, and wraps me tight in his arms.

  "I didn't just like it. Getting you to scream my name like that, was exhilarating."

  I bring my hand between his legs, but he stops me. I look at him confused, wondering why he doesn't want me to touch him.

  "Tonight is about you."

  "But I want to try to make you to feel good, too."

  "I just did something I've imagined since our first kiss, and now I get to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in my arms. Nothing can feel better than that."

  Cole doesn’t sleep, at least not very much. I lay my head on his chest, shut my eyes and drift off. I wake a few times through the night when he moves and settles us under the covers, and when I feel his fingertips trace over and around my nipples, but I manage to fall right back to sleep in the arms of the man who owns my heart and my body.

  Chapter 23

  Cole

  I set the freshly cooked bacon and eggs along with the basket of muffins on the table in the little kitchen area. Sam’s eyelids flutter as I climb back into bed next to her. She reaches for me,
stretches her arm across my chest and snuggles up against me.

  I could get used to this.

  “Morning, princess,” I hug her tight.

  “Good morning.” A contented smile settles on her lips, filling me with pride. “Mmm. Is that bacon I smell?”

  “Fresh cooked.”

  “That’s my favorite!”

  “I know.” I kiss the top of her head. “That’s why it’s here, along with some banana muffins.”

  Her eyes open wide. “No way! Banana muffins?” Her excitement is infectious. “Really? I haven’t had one in years.”

  “I remember how much you liked when my mom baked them and I’d bring them over for you.”

  “You mean for my brother.”

  I shake my head. “I mean for you. He stole them, but they were meant for you. I just couldn’t tell him that. Looking back, he probably knew. I bet that’s why he tried to eat them all before you could have any.”

  “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  “I hope so. C’mon,” I nudge her with my shoulder. “We should eat before the food gets cold.”

  “You mean you’d rather eat than stay in bed with me?”

  She pulls me down on top of her. I let her, careful to rest my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her. I hold her head as my lips brush against hers, for a proper morning salutation. My mouth moves to her neck and the spot behind her ear.

  "You didn't eat much last night, and you need to keep your energy up,” I whisper. “Because if you don't eat you'll be weak, and you might not be able to handle what I have in store for you tonight."

  Her eyes open wide. I can almost see her salivate as she imagines what I’m referring to. I contemplate reaching my hand between her legs and stroking her to build the fire, but I know if I do, we aren’t eating, and possibly not leaving my bed, and that’s not what this weekend is about.

  “Come on.” I say climbing off her and getting to my feet. “We have a full itinerary.”

  She sits up holding the sheet over her breasts. Now I have her attention. “Itinerary? Can’t we just stay here?”

  “No.” I say pulling a t-shirt out of my draw. “We’re, out on the town. First, we ice skate.”