Page 73 of Tart
“Oh, god, you are the best present I’ve ever received.”
“The gift that keeps on giving,” she said seductively, and I laughed, slapping her ass, my dick twitching at her playful yelp.
“More like the gift that keeps on coming, and you will be soon,” I promised, kissing the spot on her bottom that I’d reddened. “Oh, look, my tongue slipped,” I said, sliding it down her lips to her clit where I teased her for a hot second. “Maybe I need a spanking. Good thing it’s not my bottom hung over that pillow for the taking.”
I stroked a hand down her back, letting the sensation raise goosebumps across her skin until I grasped her ass cheek and squeezed it, smacking her with my dick on the other one. She moaned, and this time, my dick twitched against her hard on its own.
“Oh, your dick likes me,” she moaned, wiggling her bottom backward for me to smack again.
“It fucking loves you,” I growled, grasping her waist and flipping her over. “But you know what else loves you more? My tongue. Your wedding gift to me is glorious. It spreads you wide open for me to see every last bit of your folds.”
I rested on my belly, my head between her legs, while I traced her with my finger. Up, down, and around in a rhythm that had her writhing around on the pillow, begging for me to fuck her. I didn’t. My tongue stroked her instead, building that pending implosion until her moans of pleasure were coming faster, and her head rocked back and forth. The new way I had spread her open gave me full access to her in a way that only heightened her pleasure.
“Come for me, tart,” I ordered without taking my tongue off her quivering folds.
She did, grasping my hair and crying out my name while her walls spasmed around my fingers. Before she had come all the way down to earth, I turned her over again, resting her back on that pillow, bottom up, and entered her, my dick straining to find its release as hers never stopped. Her moans built again as I stroked her, finding an angle that was overpowering to me. I couldn’t stop myself, and I leaned over her back, buried my lips near her ear, and moaned loudly. “Holy fuck, Amber,” I cried, my dick filling her with heat at the same time she let go again, her bottom pushed into my pelvis. Slowly she relaxed back into the pillow on a sigh.
“I love you so much,” I said, tugging on her earlobe and then biting down gently. “So fucking much that I don’t know where you end and I begin.”
“And that’s the way I love it, Bishop,” she sighed, her body going limp.
I sat up and lifted her from the uncomfortable pillow, straightening her out on the bed and covering us, still naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. I would die a happy man as long as she was always by my side.
THE SUN WAS SETTING, and soon the moon would be up, but I didn’t care as I floated around the lake on my chair float. The water was still warm, and the company was delightful. We’d picked Athena up at the airport yesterday, and when we got back home, we spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. We even went to The Fluffy Cupcake for some of Able Baker Brady’s sourdough to make her favorite dinner. Grilled cheese.
Brady was pleased to introduce Athena to Lake Pendle by handing her a loaf of his famous bread. Haylee had smothered her with hugs, cupcakes, and happiness, as she always does. Something told me my best friend knew exactly why this girl had come home to see her daddy.
Athena was indeed the spitting image of Bishop. She was gorgeous with beautiful long golden-brown hair and green eyes like her daddy. She was a full head taller than me, not a surprise, since most people are, and bubbly to boot. Whatever her reason for coming home, she hadn’t revealed it yet.
“Lake Pendle is a great place,” she said from her innertube. “Quiet, peaceful, safe.”
I nodded and paddled the chair around so I could face her. “My hometown is idyllic most of the time. There’s the Sunday evening waterski show on the lake every week. In fact, Able Baker Brady is always on the top of the pyramid like the show off he is. Oh! We have Strawberry Fest, too! It’s like a county fair, but better. There’s baking competitions, parades, animal judging, and the midway.”
“That does sound fun,” she agreed, her eyes on the horizon. “Are you and daddy going this year?”
“We are, it’s this coming weekend,” I explained. “The Fluffy Cupcake has a booth there every year where we sell cupcakes and bread. Normally, I staff the booth, but this year, things are changing. I do hope you’ll still be here. I’d love to introduce you and Bishop to the fair for the first time.”
She rubbed her belly around and around. “The Fluffy Cupcake was the best part of this town. Those Berry Sinful cupcakes were better than anything I could get in California.”
I chuckled and nodded. “We have no problem selling our wares in this town, that’s for sure. If you’re going to school to be a chef, you should sit down with Haylee and Brady. They’re both master bakers, and Haylee is a trained chef as well. She might have some words of wisdom to share.”
“I’d like that,” she said, her lips trying to smile, but failing. “She was very sweet to me today. Sometimes, Daddy’s friends don’t know how to act around me, so they just ignore me. I think it’s because he doesn’t tell people he’s a father. I know over the years he’s been ashamed to admit it to his colleagues.”
I jumped out of my lounger instantly and grabbed her innertube. “No! That is not why Bishop didn’t tell people about you,” I said, vibrating with sadness for this girl who thought her dad wanted to hide her away.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said quickly, “I love him, and I get why he does it. It’s hard to be barely thirty-four and have an eighteen-year-old kid to deal with.”
My head swung wildly while I pushed her tube to shore. “Listen to me, Athena. He has never been ashamed of you a day in his life. God, he loves you so much that he’d die for you. I know you don’t understand the nuances of being a teen parent, but it’s a real thing. He was cautious because he didn’t want you to get hurt. He had to trust people before he’d tell them.”
“He told you right away, though,” she pointed out.
“He did,” I agreed.
“He must have trusted you then.”
I smiled and winked, hoping my face was open and honest. “He did, but in Bishop’s defense, it just slipped out. We started this relationship as friends, and he didn’t have any reason to hide you from me. Now I can see that he just needed someone to talk to about it. He missed you terribly, even if he tried to hide it,” I said, and she chuckled, nodding her head.
“He’s always the stoic one.”
