Page 16 of Desiderium
A quiet feminine moan drifts down to us followed by loud steady thumps. I suck on my teeth as my eyes drift down between us. The large bulges tenting our pants are unmistakable.
Yeah... we need a fucking distraction.
I nod, rubbing my hands together. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road. I mean, what else do we have to do besides listen to them bang all night? At least it’ll keep us preoccupied instead of spraining our wrists jacking off to their animal sounds all night.”
Jax points to me. “Bingo. Let’s do this.”
We get the available ingredients into an old bowl we found and start mixing but a thought pops into my head, freezing my motions.
“What’s wrong?” Jax asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve got yourthinkingface on.”
I do not have a thinking face...
“You’re sticking your tongue out of the side of your mouth and biting down on it. Rather hard from what I can see. You do it whenever you’re deep in thought. Did you not know you do that?”
No... no I did not. I pull my unruly tongue away from my clamping teeth and shake myself a little, asking the question that’s nagging the back of my mind instead of confessing to my tell.
“What’re eggs used for? Like… why do they need to be in the cake? What’s their purpose?”
Jax stops mixing and puts on his own thinking face. I laugh inwardly. At least I just bite my tongue. Jax looks like he’s downright constipated or something. His eyes areall bugged out in his attempt to concentrate. His tanned complexion is even gaining a bit of a rosy tone. It’s fucking hilarious but I keep that to myself.
“I’m… actually not sure. Binding agent, maybe? I also know cakes need some sort of leavening agent, so maybe they’re meant to help the cake rise? Your guess is as good as mine, man,” he says in reply.
I zone out for a second before turning towards the cupboards. I empty the first before finding what I’m looking for in the second one. “Vinegar and baking soda.” I hold up the two items like victory trophies and smile.
“Um, yup that’s what those are.” He looks so fucking confused right now. And I get it. He probably thinks we’re about to conduct a science experiment, which... isn’t completely wrong if you think about it.
“No, you don’t understand. If you need a leavening agent—something to help the cake rise—these babies, mixed together, can do that.”
“Cole, vinegar? In a cake? Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. You mix the two together and it bubbles! Chemical leavening agent. Science wins again. We should try it. What do we have to lose?”
Jax shakes his head and sighs. “Absolutely nothing….” He shrugs his shoulders and takes the bottle of vinegar. “Alright, you mad scientist, let’s try it.”
Chapter Nine
Aly
Hawk swats my ass on the way up the stairs. It’s beyond obvious he’s excited—Hell, I am too—but I know this interlude is needed beyond our carnal desires. He voiced as much this winter; how he loves when we all experiment together but often craves,longs,for time alone with me.
“Juuuust the two of us. We’re gonna come until we cry. Just the two of us. The whole damn night.” He turns at the top of the stairs and heads to one of three bedrooms we found while exploring this morning. Fully furnished, each room holds a quilt covered bed as well as dressers, but the room Hawk is leading us to is the only one whose bed is a full-size. The others are twins and definitely would not work for what I’m sure he has planned for this evening.
“Ah! Fuck!” Caught by surprise, I yelp and jerk in his arms, causing him to double down on his hold of me. I was too busy staring down at his perfectly toned butt to stop him from taking a nibble out of my ass cheek.
“Like a fucking rare steak. Juicy and delicious,” he groans, licking the bite before lifting me off his shoulder andthrowing me clear across the room. I land on the bed, bouncingand giggling as he drops his bag to the floor. With quick fingers, he unbuttons his jeans and begins to crawl over me, not even waiting for his pants to fully fall off.
The stubborn fabric clings around his ankles while he smothers his face in my breasts, licking and sucking hungrily as he struggles. “Motherfucking...piece of shit... GET OFF!” he mumbles frustratingly into my flesh.
After a few good kicks, he frees his legs but doesn’t lift his face right away. Instead, he uses his hands to push my breasts together, surrounding his face even more. “I could die here and be a very happy man,” he sighs, his voice muffled yet satisfied.
I sigh, myself, comfortable and relaxed as I’m held by Hawk. He’s my cuddler, the snuggle-bug of the group, and I love it. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist and hold him to me, running my hands all over him and breathing deeply as we settle down together.
“I’m so damn happy I won tonight, sweetheart. I fucking needed this,” he groans as he lifts his head a few minutes later. His eyes peer deep into mine, sincere in his words and desire for this.
