His Pickle Her Jam (Cherry On Top Tales #4)

Chapter Twenty-Jan

Day 10 of Block Party Prepping (0 to go)

Texting David was easier than calling. Coward that I was, that’s what I did last night. Of course, he didn’t let me get away with that.

David

Jan.

Are you there?

Pick up the phone, Jan Baby.

Then he called me.

Of course, I answered. I thanked him for the amazing spa evening he’d given me and Del. My heart squeezed at how thoughtful he was, and sweet.

We’d gotten matching mani-pedis and facials, and I told her everything that had happened while Sonny relinquished the living room to us for the better part of the night.

It was after six, and I just stepped out of the shower, having spent most of the day getting my side of the store ready for tomorrow’s party and tasting.

Working alongside David was easier than expected, even after his declaration. I caught him staring at me more than once with heavy-lidded eyes full of emotion, and it struck me every single time.

I knew my answer already. But he was right. I did need the time he’d given me. Time to consider my feelings, and his.

But really, all I needed was to find enough courage to admit it to myself. Somewhere between the sexy banter and downright arguing, I’d fallen in love with David.

Warmth bloomed inside my chest and I huffed a sigh. I never thought it would happen for me, but it had.

I was in love. But was I brave enough to tell him? That was a different question.

I was just pulling on my pajama shorts when the doorbell to my tiny apartment rang.

Curious.

I wasn’t expecting anyone. I went to open it, and my heart slammed inside my chest when I saw David standing there, looking sexy as hell in a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top.

He held a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said, his dark gaze raking over my skimpy outfit.

“Come in,” I said, holding the door wide.

He placed the pizza box and beer on the table, then turned and pulled me into his arms.

“I thought you weren’t going to cloud my head,” I said, grinning at him.

“Yeah, but then I thought better of that decision. What if distance made you forget how good we are together? Tonight I mean to remind you,” he growled, capturing my lips in a soul searing kiss designed to turn women into mush.

“Good call,” I murmured.

Then we were tearing at each other’s clothes, and sooner rather than later, he had me face down on the bed, ass in the air, and his long, thick cock was splitting me open.

“Fuck. You’re so goddamn wet,” he growled, holding my hips in place while he pounded into me from behind.

“David,” I moaned, needing him so damn badly.

“That’s it. Call my name, Jan Baby. Scream it,” he growled, and I felt something sliding along my crack, pressing against my other hole.

“Relax that sweet ass, Jan Baby. That’s it. Good Girl,” he grunted, and I moaned, shuddering around his invasion.

I never had that. Never allowed anyone to tease me there, but with David, I not only allowed it, I wanted it.

With him, I wanted it all.

He pushed in and out, mimicking what he was doing with his cock, and every single nerve ending I had was on fire.

“What do you need, Jan Baby? Tell me,” he gritted out, his voice raspy and sexy, but still so commanding.

God, I loved it so much. When David told me what to do, it was the most erotic feeling ever.

It had more to do with trust and letting go, than simply a man giving a woman instruction. Recognizing that I trusted him was the thing I needed to push me to the edge and my heart swelled.

“More,” I said, my pussy tightening around him.

“I’ll give you more. You just have to ask,” he growled, increasing his speed and force.

I was so ready to explode. I never felt like that before. Never let go with a man. But David wasn’t just any man.

He was mine.

My David.

I reveled in the knowledge as he fucked my ass with his finger, pushing his big dick inside my pussy in time with his ministrations. His other hand dug into my hip, holding onto me, grounding me to reality.

I moaned and panted, and I felt him everywhere. It was all I could do.

Clutching the sheets as I tried to keep myself tied to the earth, but it was impossible. What David was doing, well, it was otherworldly. He was catapulting me into the stratosphere, and I loved every second of it.

“You’re so perfect, Jan Baby. Your body was made for me,” he growled.

My cunt tightened, moisture dripping down my thighs, and David let go of my hip to reach between my legs, stroking my clit.

Fuck. Me.

I was in sensory overload.

David made me feel so sexy, so desired, and so damn good.

It was difficult to remember any of my trepidations, what with him making love to me so ferociously. He was so hot. So damn good at this.

My heart was so full of him. I didn’t want him to go. Didn’t want to deny the feelings I had any longer.

So why should I even bother?

“David,” I called his name, seconds from coming.

“Let go, Pretty Girl. Let go, and let me in,” he grunted.

And I did. And it was glorious.