CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jackson
I slid my hand down to rest it just above the rise of her ass, and guided Bee up the steps.
"If I'd known what it got me in return, I'd have come over with cupcakes on that very first night I met you," she said with a sly grin. "You know. Instead of a bag of garbage."
I chuckled and shook my head. "You have no idea how adorable you looked. All red-faced and pissed off, yelling at me with a sack of stinking garbage at your feet." I leaned in and kissed her nose. "I fell head over heels for you right then and there."
It was her turn to laugh. "Chefs are so weird."
"You don't have to tell me that," Finn growled from behind us. He stepped around us and pulled the door shut and very deliberately locked it behind us.
Her store was a disaster. It was clear she'd been baking like crazy this morning, whipping up all the treats for the cops in record time. Sticky spoons were stuck fast to her countertop and the surface was strewn with mixing bowls still half full of icing and glaze. My inner perfectionist shuddered a little.
Until I had an idea.
Bee watched with widening eyes as I turned the sign from Open, to Closed.
"You guys are a good team," she murmured.
"Yeah," Finn drawled. "We're really good at sharing."
I smirked and went to her. "You're just the sweetest thing," I told her, bending my lips to her neck and inhaling her fragrance. Then I pulled away with a grin. "But I think you could be sweeter."
Finn raised his eyebrows at that, but when he saw where I was looking, he swore under his breath. Then he reached for one of the mixing bowls and dipped his fingers inside.
"This one," he told me, holding it out.
Bee's eyes widened further as I reached over and dipped my finger into the icing inside. I touched it to my lips before I pressed the sugary syrup to her skin, dragging my finger down the hollow of her throat to the space between her breasts, leaving a sweet, sticky trail.
"Mmm," I breathed as I kissed her neck.
Then slowly I started licking the sweetness from her skin.
She let out a breathy gasp that trailed off into a low moan as I sucked and kissed my way along that sugary path. I knew Finn was watching her face because I could hear his breath coming faster. Finn," I growled. "You need to try this."
"You telling me what to do with her?" he rumbled, stepping in front of me. "You think I don't know?" But he bent his lips and licked where I told him, dipping his finger again to draw a line across the top of her breasts.
Her moan came out in a shuddery whisper that raised my dick and the goosebumps on my arms. She slid back from Finn's embrace, her eyes already deliciously half-lidded. "No one needs to tell me," she purred. "I know exactly what I want to do." She licked her lips and my cock twitched, wanting to leap inside that hot little mouth. "To both of you," she murmured, stepping forward and reaching down with her hands.
I grunted and then groaned as her fingers closed around my length. I growled, sagging into her hand, driven mad by the fabric barrier that stood between us. She must have read my mind, because her hand slid down inside my waistband. "So hard," she gasped as she freed my cock.
"For you," I promised her. "Only for you."
"Jesus," Finn hissed as her hand moved faster. "Stop teasing us, beautiful."
"Since when did you become such a sadist?" I groaned. Her fast moving hand was quickly pushing me to the brink. "Bee...fuck..."
She pulled away again and with a saucy little grin, she turned and opened her refrigerator. "I don't believe in using the canned stuff," she said. "But I kept it around anyway, just in case I found a use for it."
"Whipped cream?" Finn gasped.
"Holy hell, girl," I groaned.
She smiled a wicked, teasing smile and then squirted some onto her finger before brushing it onto the head of my cock.
The cream was cold, but the touch of her tongue was red hot.
The way she knelt down and greedily started sucking us both had my head spinning even before her tight lips slid all the way down to my base. She sucked me first, then slid up and moved to Finn, and there was nothing sexier than the sound of her wild noises and greedy little slurping sounds. Her hums of pleasure radiated up my spine driving all thought from my brain except how incredible she was, how much I wanted her and how much I needed her and...
"Fuck, Bee," I shouted as her lips found their mark again. "Fuck girl, I fucking love you."