Page 34 of Blueberry Cake
Kneading his thumbs into her heels, he watched as she chose some high drama reality show. Unsurprisingly, Queenie quickly dozed off. He took it as a compliment; it only meant that she was comfortable around him. Reaching for the blanket, he covered her and switched to the sports channel.
His mood only lightened more once Alex texted to tell him that their deal had been accepted. When Queenie opened her eyes again, he suggested an ice cream date with a walk around Discovery Green. With her arm hooked into his, they strolled through the park, finding a shady bench to enjoy their late-day treat.
It was the perfect afternoon, trading comforting laughs and stolen kisses. He loved her light and fluffy personality, and how much joy his presence seemed to bring her. The more time he spent with her, the more he knew for a factthat he didn’t want to miss out on a life with her. The thought of returning home to her after a long day buckled his knees and awoke the butterflies in his stomach. She was all he’d ever dreamed of, and he would do anything to protect the small flower that had their relationship blooming.
Queenie
After spending a lovely afternoon with Boyd in Discovery Green, they had dinner and prepared for their evening date. He still refused to let her know what he’d planned, but assured her that the dress she’d chosen was perfect.
Once in the truck, he got the air conditioning going and paused before driving away. “Do you remember what I said about safewords when we first met?”
Surprised, she crooked her eyebrow, her mind wild with possibilities. “I do.”
“Repeat it for me, please.”
“You said our safeword would be blueberry, because it’s your favourite dessert and you like a safeword to be positive. Either one can use it without judgement or fear of repercussions.”
“Very good. Open the glove box.”
Heart pounding, she reached forward and pulled the handle. Inside was a black bag. Laying it on her lap, she peeked inside—and her cheeks flamed. Queenie tipped the bag up, a small toy falling into her palm. Only, the vibrating ring wasn’t forher.
“We don’t have to do it,” Boyd spat in a rush.
“Will you tell me where we’re going?”
“A drive-in movie.” He reached over and opened the packaging. “It connects to your phone.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
Now it was his turn to blush. “Yes, but not with that specific ring and never with a partner.”
“Will it make you come?”
“Most likely. The thought of you controlling it increases the possibility.”
It was hot, thrilling really. Queenie had never done anything like it. He’d been the first to use toys with her to start with and now this… God, it was exciting. “I like the idea,” she admitted, skimming the instructions.
“If we get there and you don’t feel comfortable anymore that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Her head snapped up, pinning Boyd with a serious gaze. “You’ve never made me feel that way.”
His eyes softened, resembling an adorable puppy. With his large hands cupping her jaw, he leaned in and kissed her nose. “That means the world to me.”
Once the toy was connected, she flipped through the settings. “What do you like?”
“You controlling it.”
Her cheeks hurt from smiling. “I don’t like the pulsing ones, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have them.”
“Queenie, you could do anything you wanted with me—even if that meant not using it at all. Even the thought of you being open to it is hot as fuck.”
Speechless, she handed over the toy so Boyd could put it on in the privacy of the garage. Boyd showed no reluctance in unbuckling himself. His cock was alreadysemi hard and she watched with fascination. Boyd spat into his palm, slicking himself up until the ring slid on effortlessly. Once he was pleased with it’s position nestled against his cockhead, he redressed.
Then he grabbed her jaw, claiming her lips in a gruff kiss. She melted into the embrace, dropping her phone to her lap and freeing up her hand to comb through his beard. All too quickly, the kiss was over and Boyd backed out of the parking spot.
Forty minutes later, Boyd opened the truck bed and hoisted her up, letting her make herself comfortable in a pile of pillows and blankets. It was already dark out, so once the movie began, she danced her fingers up his thigh until he squirmed beneath her touch.
“Do you want to come?” she asked, drawing mindless circles over the denim of his jeans.
