Delicious: A Brother's Best Friend Romantic Comedy (Camos and Cupcakes #1)

by Melissa Schroeder

“Oh,” is all I can say. It was sweet in a way that he went shopping for me, but I hate that he’s making me feel like an idiot. I work ten-hour days and sometimes I just pick up something to eat on the way home. Also, this is my staycation, so I had planned on shopping this morning.

  “Allison,” he says, again from behind clenched teeth.

  I frown because I don’t like that tone and he’s using it a lot this morning. I mean, he’s in my kitchen being kind of a butthead, so why is he so irritated with me? Is he mad at me for coming onto him? That could be it. There’s a good chance I was kind of handsy last night. I tend to do that when I drink. Being mad about something like that is just silly. I mean, embarrassed, I can understand that.

  “What?” I ask when I realize he’s waiting for an answer.

  “For the love of the baby Jesus, get some clothes on.”

  I blink and look down again, then back up at him. There’s a flush to his skin that has nothing to do with embarrassment. His hands are on the counter and clenched into fists as if he’s trying to control himself. Then, I raise my gaze to his once again.

  “Why?”

  He growls…GROWLS…at me. The man is sexy no matter what he’s doing, but he’s especially sexy when he’s standing in my kitchen after baking me muffins and growling at me. He would be sexy if he just stood there and breathed.

  “Just…” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Just go get dressed. Please.”

  The last word comes out as a half plea-half growl. I told him he was hard…asked him to be inside of me…and he looks like he’s ready to tackle me. Not at all Ed-like.

  “Maybe I don’t want to.”

  His eyes narrow. “What?”

  “I heard you, but see, Ed, I don’t take orders in my house.”

  “Is that a fact?” he asks, every word seemingly pulled from somewhere deep inside of him. I’m not stupid, but I might be ignorant of what Ed’s moods are like. No, strike that. I know all of them, but this is a new one for me. He’s irritated and ordering me to put clothes on. Is he attracted to me? Is that why he’s acting like a bear?

  Those thoughts give me courage to walk towards him, placing the bat against the side of the island. His only movement is his chest. He’s gulping in deep breaths. And his eyes. He follows my every move. A tiny little thrill dances down my spine. If I had panties on, they would be soaked. I know because I can feel my inner lips dampen with every step I take towards Ed.

  “Yeah. I’m in charge of my house and if I want to stand here just wearing my shirt, I can do that.” I stop next to him and raise up to my tiptoes. God, there is that sugary scent I love so much…and warm, delicious man. The mix of scents are so intoxicating. “Especially without panties,” I say, almost a whisper, but it might as well have been an explosion.

  He turns his head to look at me, his hands still fisted on the counter. When he makes eye contact, my heart rate kicks up a notch. Heat flares in his eyes.

  “You’re playing with fire, Allison.” His voice sounds like gravel, a deep rumble that I can feel all the way to the soles of my feet. Just hearing him say my name adds to the hunger growing inside me.

  I lean closer, letting my breast brush against his arm as I sink back down off my toes. He shudders at the touch. His gaze drops down to my mouth. I lick my lips, pulling another growl from him. Arousal threads through me and I press my thighs together as my clit throbs with need. I’m wet, embarrassingly so. I add everything up in my head. The stories from my friends about him looking at me, along with the way he’s acting, makes me think there is more to it than just being a good friend. It gives me enough courage to raise up again, then lean closer again, pressing my aching breasts against him. I almost moan at the contact. There is no doubt he can feel how hard my nipples are.

  “I’d rather play with you, Ed.”

  Chapter Eight

  For a long few seconds, I stand there, unable to do anything other than stare at her. She’s the object of all my desires, the woman who stars in every one of my most erotic dreams. And she just said she wanted to play with me. There’s precum in my pants again. Jesus. She’s rubbing against me like a cat, and all I want to do is make her pretty pussy purr for me.

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I say, barely able to speak.

  She leans closer, hunger darkening her eyes. I can feel her nipples poking into my arm. Still, I can’t move. That would require a functioning brain. I waved goodbye to that particular organ sometime after she said she wasn’t wearing panties.

  “I have to disagree, Ed.” She brushes her mouth against mine, then says, “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in a while.”

  Jesus fuck. I want to take her down on the floor and fuck her like some kind of goddamn animal. That’s how far gone I am. I can smell her, that sunshiny scent I love. She shivers and I lose it. There is no way I can resist her, not when she is almost naked and begging me to play with her. With a groan, I grab her as I turn my entire body toward her.

  “I warned you,” I breathe out, giving her that one last chance to run away.

  “I’m calling your bluff,” she says, pressing against me and moaning when she comes in contact with my cock. A shudder of need courses through me, leaving me almost breathless.

  I look down just as she raises her chin. I’ve seen that look before, and I know she’s definitely going to hold me to my challenge. With a groan, I swoop down for a quick, hard kiss before lifting her up onto the kitchen island. Stepping between her legs, I jerk her to the edge, pushing her shirt up. With each inch of flesh revealed, I feel my control slipping from my grasp. I’ve wanted her for over a year, ignoring the beat of lust that pounded through my body every time she was near. Now that I’ve gotten my hands on her, I don’t have to ignore it. I can give into it like the heathen that I am.

  I lean in and kiss her, keeping my eyes open until hers slide closed. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips. They part easily and I steal in for a taste. Cupping her face with both hands, I slant my mouth over hers again and again. Her skin is soft, almost like a rose petal.

  She returns my kiss with a hum and sucking on my tongue. Mother fucking sucking my tongue. Jesus. The hum vibrates from my tongue all the way through every inch of my body. I shudder as I slide my hands down her body, brushing the sides of her breasts. When I reach her thighs, I tear my mouth away and press her legs further apart and drop down to my knees.

  She didn’t lie about not wearing panties. Her dark hair is trimmed and allows an amazing view of her cunt. Pink and glistening and ready for me. Still, I need a taste. Leaning closer, I draw in her scent. God fucking damn, even her pussy smells like sunshine.

  “Sunshine?” she asks, and I realize I said something out loud.

  I look up at her and she is smiling down at me. “You always smell of sunshine and happiness.”

  Her face flushes. “I do not.”

  “You do.”

  I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I kiss one thigh, then the other, keeping my mouth pressed against her flesh as I trail kisses up to her mound. I lean closer, drawing in more of her earthy scent mixed with her usual warm scent. Nothing in this world could smell as good as Allison’s cute little kitty. I’m sure of it. My mouth waters thinking about just how good it is going to taste. I’ve been wanting this for what seems like forever, and there is a small part of me that just wants to devour her.

  I slip my tongue inside, and groan when the flavor of her arousal hits my taste buds. I feel my control slipping, as I move up to her clit. I slide a finger between her wet folds as I drag my teeth against the tiny bundle of nerves. She shifts her legs wider and presses against my face. I am lost in her, her scent, her taste. The thought of how tight her cunt will wrap around my dick has me almost coming. I jerk at the button on my jeans and then slide the zipper down. My cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, squeezing it at the base to try to hold off my own orgasm as I continue to tease Allison.

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sp; Her moans are growing in volume as I add another finger. She’s so fucking wet my fingers are dripping with her dewy arousal. I know my beard is wet with it. I don’t give a fuck. She’s beyond delicious, the sweetest treat I’ve ever had the pleasure to savor. I suck her clit into my mouth and curl my digits inside of her. Another round of shivers rolls through her, but she is still not there, not to the pinnacle. She jerks against my mouth and her cunt clamps down hard on my fingers as she screams out my name.

  As I look up at her, I continue to thrust in and out of her, helping her ride the wave of her orgasm. Watching her shudder is one of the most erotically beautiful things I have seen. She is still shivering when I finally pull my fingers from her. She’s smiling, her face flushed, but her entire body relaxed from her orgasm. I rub my fingers against her mouth.

  “Open up, Sunshine,” I say, and she complies as her eyes open. I slip my fingers into her mouth. “See, you do taste like sunshine.”

  She sucks on my digits, sliding her tongue around them, and I almost pass out. I jerk my fingers from her mouth, then grab her by the hips and hoist her on my shoulder. I start off to her bedroom, because if I don’t get there in the next few seconds, I might just fuck her on the kitchen counter. Which isn’t a bad idea, but the first time I have her, I want it to be in that bed of hers.

  She reaches down, slipping her hands beneath my jeans and grabs my ass. I almost drop her.

  “Woman,” I say, swatting her rear end.

  “What? I’ve been having fantasies about your butt for years.”

  I pause in the hallway. “Years?”

  “Yep. I can’t wait to see it up close and personal.” The way her voice deepens and the fact that she’s still sliding her hands over my ass pushes me closer to the edge..

  “Jesus,” I say once again.

  She’s going to be the death of me. I step into her bedroom and toss her on the bed. She laughs, the sound of it so joyous I’m momentarily transfixed. She’s always been a happy person, someone who always had a smile for me. For everyone. I know it’s why she is such a good nurse. Happiness and sunshine. Every time I’m near her, I feel it shower over me. Now, I get to feel it as I slip inside of her.

  Her laughter fades the longer I stand there staring at her. “What?”

  I shake my head not wanting to say anything to scare her away. If Allison knew the depth of my feelings, she would probably run from me. She should. But she lost that right when she challenged me. Now, she’s mine.

  “If you like that shirt, you might want to take it off,” I say as I tug my shirt over my head and slide my jeans down and step out of them. “Otherwise, I’m gonna tear it off you.”

  As she tosses her shirt, I stand transfixed again. She’s a fucking goddess. Her skin is almost flawless, except for the few freckles on her shoulders, which I find sexy. I know at that moment, I have probably lost my mind because who the fuck finds freckles sexy? I do as long as they inhabit Allison’s flesh. My gaze drops lower. Her breasts are tipped with the rosiest nipples. As I continue on the path down her body, I realize she was perfectly made for me. She’s curvy in all the right spots, all hills and valleys, and I know that her flesh tastes sweeter than any buttercream frosting. My hands are shaking my need is so fierce, so I settle them on my hips.

  “I see I’m not the only one without any underwear.”

  “Complaining?”

  She shakes her head, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. It’s something she does when she’s trying to control her smile. It’s cute, but I would much rather have her smile. Before I can say anything, she reaches over to her side table and grabs a box of condoms.

  “Been busy?” I ask, letting my brows rise up as I stamp down on my jealousy. It’s stupid to be jealous of men before me, but I can’t help it. More than likely, they were better for her than I ever will be.

  “Not really. I threw the other box out because it reached the expiration date.”

  Now it’s my turn to smile. She pulls out a condom and tosses it at me. I catch it easily, ripping it open and rolling it down my cock.

  I look up and see that’s she’s watching my hands. “What?”

  “That’s one of the sexiest things I’ve seen a man do.”

  Her voice deepens over the words, and it’s easy to hear the arousal. Still. Even after she came all over my mouth.

  I crawl onto the bed and cover her body with mine. I flex my hips, pressing my cock against her pussy. Even through the condom, I can feel how wet she is. I drag the head down her slit and she shudders. That little reaction is everything. It is damning me to hell, but she’s like a drug and I am the addict who can’t resist.

  I raise up enough to position my cock at her entrance. I know she’s wet enough, so I thrust in hard, fierce, all the way to the hilt. She gasps, then moans as her cunt pulses around my dick. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. I want her with me when I finally give in. I raise up to my knees, dragging her up to meet my thrusts. At first, I can keep the rhythm measured, easily drawing her closer to another orgasm. But soon, the feel of her pussy squeezing my dick, the way her moans are filling the air around us, and the sight of her laid out before me, has my control slipping from my grasp. Her breasts jiggle every time I drive back into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, then raises her hands up to hold on to her headboard. Harder and harder, I thrust into her. Bending my head, I take one nipple into my mouth. That’s enough to push her up to the peak. She bucks against me as her orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clamps down tight, pulling my own release from me. I groan out her name as I thrust into her one more time. I collapse on top of her.

  I lay there, waiting for the guilt, waiting for something to tell me I shouldn’t have done that, but nothing comes. All I feel is…happy. I’m so fucking happy and content that I almost laugh, but I don’t. I only smile. And if this is what making love to Allison feels like, I could do this every day for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Nine

  We lay in the silence of my room, our breathing the only sound filling the air around us. Our skin is sticky with exertion and right now I don’t give a flying flip. I smile as I slip a finger down his spine. He shivers.

  He attempts to move away from me, but I tighten my arms and legs around him. He’s still inside of me and I like that feeling. I squeeze him tight with my inner muscles. So decadent. Nothing will ever compare to having Ed deep inside of me. “Nope, not letting you go, Edward.”

  He chuckles and I can feel it everywhere. Against my chest, my stomach, and even inside of me.

  “Not going anywhere, Sunshine.”

  I smile at the nickname. The idea that he thought that about me makes me so freaking giddy. All of the sudden, we’re rolling over the bed and I’m sitting on top of him. He’s still inside of me and I look down at him.

  “As long as you understand that.” I smile at him and settle my hands against his chest.

  He returns my smile and I can’t help but sigh. A little happy sigh. The man is definitely gorgeous, but here in my bed, with the sun dancing over his flesh…he’s amazing.

  “What are you thinking, Edward Cooper?”

  “I was thinking of what next I could do to your body.”

  I feel my face heat. “Yeah? Like what?”

  “Lots of things,” he says as he slips a finger over my nipple before giving it a tug. Oh, my. Just that one little touch has me craving for more.

  “How about you show me that amazing shower?” he asks.

  He really didn’t answer my question, but right now, the idea of having Ed in my shower is enough to make me happy.

  “That sounds fantastic.” I lean down and brush my mouth against his. Part of me wants to take a shower with Ed, and part of me wants to stay right here. Having him in my bed has been my ultimate fantasy. If I leave this bed, he might disappear on me.

  “What’s that look?” he asks.

  I shake my head, but he reaches up and brushes his fingers over my jaw. The to
uch of his callused hands sends a wave of longing that almost chokes me. This right here. This is all I need in the world.

  “Tell me.”

  I sigh. “I’m worried that things will go back to the way it was before.”

  His eyes widen and then his lips curve…slowly…sexily…holy crap the man is sexy as all fuck.

  “I said before, I’m not giving you up. You’re mine and I’ll beat the crap out of anyone who says you’re not.”

  Something loosens in my chest and I find my own lips start to curve. “Yeah?’

  “Try me, Sunshine.”

  I giggle and lean down to brush my mouth over his. “Always.”

  He growls and I giggle again. “I like that sound,” he says.

  I say nothing to that because I’m feeling kind of weepy at the moment. Instead, I pull away and then lift myself off his cock. We both groan. He’s still hard, but I slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom. He follows and steps in, removing his condom and throwing it in the trash. I start the shower to let the water warm up. There were three things that sold the house to me when I first saw it. The backyard, which I’m still working on, but has a lot of mature trees and shade. Second is the kitchen. I might not be a master baker, but I do like to cook. It looks like it could be featured in the after pictures on Fixer Upper. Marble countertops, a six-burner stove, a farmhouse sink, and lots of open shelving. And then there is the master bath. My house was originally built in the 60’s, so I know that this was a complete remodel. There’s a clawfoot tub in one corner and a seamless shower next to it.

  “I guess we could have taken a bath,” he says stepping behind me. His cock presses against my rear and I have to shiver once again. How is it that this man can reduce me to a puddle of hormones without even trying? Because he is Ed-freaking-Cooper. That’s the only explanation I need.

  I glance at the bathtub. “I guess we could.”

  “Naw, we’ll spend too much time in it. And I’m hungry for more than mind blowing sex.”