Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Gemma

Though she still had a few months left on her lease, had started to pack the day after Christmas. Rider had been busy prepping for the final games starting in January, so she used the time to clear out her apartment. She always took the days between Christmas and New Year’s off to watch Dan while Gina got in some extra hours at work.

“Are you going to marry Rider?” Dan asked as he handed her the books from her shelf.

“I think we should see if we still like each other after I move in.”

“I like him.”

“Me too.”

After they’d packed up all the books, they moved on to the kitchen. She wasn’t even sure if she would need half the things there. Rider’s kitchen had things she’d only ever dreamed of owning. That coffee machine was a gold mine for hot chocolate cravings.

Then there was a knock at the door and Dan leapt to his feet, stumbling over boxes to answer it. “Who is it?” he called before doing so, just as he’d been taught. Rider’s voice answered from the other side and Dan threw it open, jumping into the big man’s arms. “We’ve been packing all day.”

Rider took in the space, and his eyes widened. “You two truly have been busy.”

“Most things are packed up now,” explained. “I’m just not sure about some of the appliances and the furniture.”

“Why wouldn’t you take them?”

“Your home is already fully furnished.”

“And?” He set Dan on the counter next to her and pulled her close. “I thought you might want one of the spare bedrooms as your library.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, why not? I have a gym, and the extra space so you can have a library.”

couldn’t help herself. She clenched the front of Rider’s shirt and pulled him right into a deep kiss, only pulling off once Dan fake-gagged. “Ew!”

They only laughed and resumed the packing. Eventually, Rider started to move the boxes into his truck. With both vehicles full, took Dan home while Rider went straight to his place—no, their place.

By the time she got there, his truck had been unloaded. “I think I put all the boxes in the right places.”

She reached up, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you pick out your library? Then I can move your books. ”

“I’ve already kind of thought about it,” she admitted, pulling herself up onto the countertop.

“And?”

“The one overlooking the garden. I think it’s the one with the floor to ceiling windows.”

“It’s all yours.”

“I also went back and grabbed my wheelchair and crutches.”

“Would you like me to put them in the bedroom?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Why would I?”

She shrugged. She wasn’t sure why she still felt so insecure about it. “You’ve never seen me use them.”

“You know what? You’re right: my love for you will die like a rose in the desert because I’ve seen you use assistive devices—ow!”

Rider dramatically rubbed the spot had just punched, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek.

“So violent,” he laughed, leaving the room. When he came back in, she followed him to the bedroom. “Thank you for taking my mom to the airport this morning.”

“It’s not a problem. Dan was all over it.” She sat down on the bed and held her hands out, pulling Rider to his knees once he was close enough. “She told me how happy she is that we met. That she already sees me as her daughter and that she hopes that the two of us never forget how much we love each other.”

Rider’s thumbs brushed over her skin, eyes shining with unshed tears as continued.

“I really hope she’s right. I know we only just met a few months ago, but things feel… good.”

“I will do everything in my power to keep us moving forward, to never stop figuring things out together. I thought I’d pushed you away forever with how grim I’ve been lately. I thought that you would see how it fucks with my mind, but you stayed. You gave me my space and you stayed. You’ve never judged me or demanded something I couldn’t give.”

“I feel the same about you. You kept an open mind from the start, moving at a pace that worked for both of us. You were all over me, heads over heels for me .”

“Because I love you.”

In place of a verbal response, lunged forward and claimed his mouth. She wanted him to feel how much this meant to her—how much he meant to her. She loved him with all her heart and wanted to be by his side for as long as he let her. She would die fighting for the right—the privilege—to be his woman.

Rider pulled her into his lap, pushing his hands under her shirt. The kiss wasn’t more than that: dancing lips and roaming hands. They simply enjoyed being in each other’s company. She melted into his strong arms, safe and sound—forever protected from any storms that would weather them.

The next morning, awoke tangled up in Rider. She let her thoughts trail back to her dreams, dozing slightly as he snored away beneath her. The only plans they had were later that evening, so she wasn’t in any rush to get up. Gina and Dan were also invited and for all she knew Jake would be there too. Gina had mentioned that he’d been clear with his interest.

Gina had always been guarded. Not just for herself, but for Dan. She didn’t want him to get attached to someone who would eventually vanish. Dan came first—always.

“So tense,” Rider murmured. “What are you thinking about?”

“Jake and Gina.”

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“She said he’s showing interest in her, but she’s scared.”

“Because she wants to protect Dan?”

sighed. “Yeah.”

Rider shifted, pulling her on top of him. rested her chin on his chest and peered up at him through her lashes. “He said that she seemed reluctant,” Rider told her. “But after I explained why he understood.” He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, teasing his fingers up her sides. “He knew that she and Dan were a package deal, but I don’t think he understood how deeply that affects her.”

“But does he want the package deal?”

Rider chuckled, his chest vibrating. “Yes, but he’s unsure of how to prove that if she won’t let him.”

“Maybe we can take Dan for a day so they can have some time alone. Maybe they just need to get to know each other first outside of Gina being a mom. She’s just so scared.”

“I think that’s why he’s taking it slow.”

rested her cheek on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart beneath her ear. When she could no longer ignore her growling stomach, she sat up and stretched. She didn’t bother getting dressed, but put her prosthesis on and followed Rider to the kitchen. The coffee machine was already gurgling to life, with her favourite mug sitting next to it. Rider never seemed to forget tiny details like that, and it warmed her heart. She hadn’t made a big deal when unpacking it, but he’d noticed anyway.

Once they were fed, started on the famous cake that Sarah had fallen in love with. Rider retreated into the gym for his morning cardio and by the time she had the cake in the oven, he was finished. Still pouring sweat he grabbed her hips from behind and ran his nose over her shoulder, leaving the dish in her hands to clatter into the soapy water.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this counter.”

She sighed, her head rolling back to his chest.

“What better housewarming gift than to christen every part of your new house?”

“Rider,” she panted, reaching back to hold him close.

“Keep moaning my name, baby. You know how much I love that.”

With one swift move of his fingers, her shorts hit the floor. Rider spat, and wet fingers pressed against her pussy, rubbing her entrance. His thumb found her clit, rubbing slow circles while he gently pushed one finger inside her. Her knees buckled, and she had to drop one of her hands to grip onto the countertop.

Rider carefully stretched her, his other arm wrapped securely around her chest. His hard cock grind against her back, seeking release.

“I need you,” she whispered, letting go of his hair and tugging his shorts down.

“I’ll always be yours.”

His cock, no longer restrained by the pesky fabric, smacked against her skin. He spat again, getting her as wet as possible. He bent his knees to line himself up, soaking them both again before sinking into her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, knowing how uncomfortable it must be for him.

“Stop overthinking, baby.”

He pressed his fingers on her clit, and every worry faded away. Rider moved slowly, taking his time but once he was fully seated, he took her fast and hard. Relentless, he fucked into her and matched that pace with his fingers. Her heart raced and her lungs burned, desperate for oxygen. Her legs twitched, body tingling and crying for release. Rider’s arm shifted from her shoulders to her waist holding her steady for him to use her to his pleasure. He grunted and groaned, his pace falling uneven as he neared his climax.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “You feel so good, Rider.”

Rider’s thrusts became erratic, his hips slamming into hers. Fireworks shot through her system, her body overstimulated from his fingers working her clit. But he didn’t relent, not until he erupted deep inside her.

His head dropped, sweat slicking their skin and creating a smooth glide as his lips found her cheek. “Perfect.”

She let out a noise of agreement, unable to find words.

Rider chuckled and reached for the paper towels to spot clean the two of them. “Will you join me in the shower?”

hesitated. A shower was completely different from a bath.

“You’re always so worried, but you know you’ll love it and I’ll reward your bravery.”

He did, so she let him carry her to the shower bridal style, where he set her down on a bench she’d never seen before. While she undressed, Rider stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower, where another waterproof seat waited for her under the second showerhead. Once undressed, he helped her over to her chair. She would’ve managed herself, but she knew Rider took great pride in caring for her. And his approach was way sexier than her hobbling into the shower herself.

He massaged her skin from head to toe, appreciating every inch of her body along the way. He hummed sweet praises, telling her how beautiful she was and by the time he kissed her ankle, she was drunk off his touch alone.

Once they were clean, he wrapped her in a fluffy towel and set her on the bed, drying, combing, and even braiding her hair. With that finished, the only instruction was given was to curl up in bed with her book.

And she happily obliged.