Page 22 of Crave

“You still here, troublemaker? I bring you cake. Sit down.” My mother places a plate with several sample size pieces of cake along with a cup of coffee on one of the small tables, but Jake still hasn’t moved. His eyes are still locked on mine, and I’ve yet to catch my breath. My mother clears her throat, breaking us out of our trance.

“I say I bring you cake. Eat and go home. Deedee doesn’t need trouble. Understand?” She grabs the sleeve of his leather jacket and drags him to the table. “Sit. Eat. Go home.” She turns to me and shakes her head before walking away again.

He takes off his leather jacket and drapes it across the back of the chair, and I admire the broadness of his chest and shoulders. I close my eyes as I imagine touching the chiseled abs underneath his shirt.

He’s looking at me, smiling as if he’s capable of reading my thoughts. Then he does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He sits down and eats every last bite of cake.

“May I have some water, Deedee?” he asks with his mouth full.

I grab a bottle from the case and bring it to him.

“Only my mother calls me that.” I hand him the bottle. Instead of taking it, he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. I lose my balance at the unexpected tug and he easily pulls me onto his lap and wraps one of his strong arms around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I try to get out of his grasp.

“What I wanted to do since last week.” I’m motionless for several seconds until my brain realizes what’s happening. I push at his chest, but he’s too strong. He presses me onto his body, taking me by surprise. I try to jump off his lap, but he holds me in place and captures my mouth with his. I try to speak, but as soon as I open my mouth, he invades it with his tongue. The fight in me goes out once I hear him moan in the back of his throat.

I forget where I am and lose myself in the kiss. His lips are full, firm, but soft. I wrap my arms around his neck and stick both hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He tastes of sugar and cinnamon and pure, carnal sin.

He leaves my mouth and rains kisses on my neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot behind my ear. I let out a soft moan, and he pulls away, grabs my face with both hands and stares into my eyes. I could drown in those eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I remove my hands from his hair and run them across his expansive chest. I bite my lower lip as I feel the ripples, imagining how much better it would feel against my fingertips if the barrier of his shirt didn’t exist.

My hands continue to roam as I reach his face and run my hands over his facial hair. It’s longer than the scruff he had a week ago, but it’s not what would be considered a full beard. I give it a gentle tug before I run my index finger across his full bottom lip.

That’s his undoing. He groans right before pushing his fingers through my curls and pulling my face to his. He presses his lips to mine, molding them together, moving across them like a dance. He teases the seam of my mouth with his tongue until I allow him entry.

“You taste better than I’ve imagined all week,” he says against my mouth. I adjust my face, and this time it’s me who captures his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck again and bring him closer, trying my best to rub against his hardened cock.

I reposition myself to straddle him when I hear the door open. Forgetting where I am, I grab onto Jake’s biceps and continue to kiss him with everything in me until someone coughs. Reality sets in and I jump from his lap to find an older woman staring at us with her eyebrows raised up to her forehead.

Flustered, I run behind the counter to take her order.

“Is he on the menu?” the older woman asks, pointing to Jake. “I’ll take one of him to go.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I’m only on Deedee’s menu.”

“Too bad.” I fill her order and the customer leaves, giving Jake one last look.

I turn my gaze back to Jake from behind the safety of the counter.

“You should go now, Jacob.” I try to sound as confident as possible, but my legs feel as if they are made of jelly.

He gets up and walks back to the counter.

“Come with me. I’ll wait until you’re done here, and we can finish what we started.”

Hearing the cockiness of his voice stirs an anger inside of me. “Is that what you think will be happening? You think I’m going to leave here with you and what? Sleep with you? Is this one of your fetishes?” I ask.

“What the hell are you talking about? You were about to straddle me and grind on my dick if that lady hadn’t walked in here.” He presses his hands on the glass counter, his knuckles white from the pressure.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m not interested. Please, go.” To prove my point, I turn my back on him and busy myself with rearranging pastries.

“Bullshit. You think if you hide your face from me, I’ll believe your lies? I’ll jump over this damn counter if I have to.” I pause, and because I know he’d do just that, I turn to face him.

“I know your type, and you’re not going to use me.” I walk to the counter and face him head on.

“What type is that? And what the fuck do you think I want to use you for?”

“Don’t you curse in my mother’s bakery!” I snap, pointing my finger in his face. “You’re the type who has to be the center of attention no matter what. The type who got in his sister-in-law’s face at his mother’s party, called her a whore, and caused a fight with his brother. That type! And you want to use me to shock your family, getting you even more attention by bringing the black girl around.”

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