Lit Up by My Brother’s Best Friend (Lit Creek #1)

Bonus Epilogue

Sierra

“I need you to come taste this.”

“Please tell me you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about,” Hunter calls back from the other room, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Well, I’m in the kitchen. Is that enough of a clue for you?” I’m standing there rubbing my hands in my apron. They look good. They smell even better. The recipe seemed incredible, and I only made a few minor adjustments—ahem—I may have added a touch too much cinnamon. But you never know until you taste it. So here we go. The final test.

“Nope. I’ll take you in any room,” he teases me. I’ll never get enough of his desire for me.

Oooh. A shiver runs up my spine. That teasing of his made me giddy. Maybe I should take off this apron and really surprise him. My fingers are already working on the knot behind my back, but then he bounds into the kitchen before I can get it off.

“Nuh uh.” He wiggles his brows at me. “Leave that piece on. The rest needs to come off,” he says while waving his index finger across my body as if that single digit is a magic wand.

May as well get the taste test over and done with. There are now other things on my mind that I want to do with this hot man in my kitchen. “Okay, well in that case. Try this first.” I go toward the counter where I just pulled my pumpkin cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

“Smells delicious, Sweets.”

“I thought you would like them.” Holding out a hot piece between my finger and thumb, I offer it to him. He grabs my wrist and puts his mouth around my fingers as he takes the treat into his mouth. I squeeze my legs together slightly.

“Mmm…” he moans and closes his eyes. “Disishgoot,” he mumbles.

“Good?”

“Really good. Give me more.” He’s moved closer to me, pressing my ass against the counter. I’m trapped. In the best way. So I give him another piece while his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place.

After he eats it, he drops his lips to my neck and presses soft kisses there. “Still not as tasty as this…” another lick to my neck, “but that was delicious.”

“Thank you,” I moan and drop my head back, granting him more access to kiss me.

“Special occasion?”

“What?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. My mind abandoned all topics of conversation the moment his hot lips trailed up my neck.

“Did you bake these for a special occasion? Or are you putting them in your store?” He asks these questions in between more kisses, a lick, and a soft back where my neck meets my shoulder.

The shudder is strong, and I have to grab onto him to steady myself.

“Oh, that’s right.” Through a moment of clarity, I recall what I’m doing. Again I think, let’s get this conversation over with so we can get to the good stuff. “I’m baking them for the wedding. Do you think people will like them?”

“Our wedding?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not baking for our wedding.” He pulls away to look me in the eye.

“Why not?” I stick my lips out. I know I’m pouting, but I don’t care. Sometimes it gets me what I want, especially with Hunter.

“It’s our wedding, Sweets. You’ll be busy enough. You don’t need to worry about baking for your own wedding.”

“I’ll think about it. But I’m pretty sure I want to bake something for the wedding.”

“You know I’ll let you do whatever you want.” Yes. Yes, I do know that. He has shown me that everywhere and in everything we do, he considers my opinion and values my independence. (Particularly in the bedroom.)

“But just think about the baking,” he urges. “I want you to enjoy the day.”

“I’ll think about it…”

“Alright. And have you thought about who you’re going to ask to be your bridesmaids yet? You know I’ve got enough for a baseball team, right? But I can only cut it down to a minimum of four because of my brothers. Jack, Tucker, Levi, and Rhett all have to be included.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“ I’d like to have Wyatt there too, and maybe a couple of others. But do you think that’s too many?”

“We’ll figure it out. I know Georgie will be in my party for sure. And I think I’m going to ask Emmerson and Rory. We’ve been friends forever, and even though Emmerson doesn’t live here anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t still think of her as one of my besties. And then, so you can have Wyatt, maybe I’ll ask Amber too. With working together, we’ve grown pretty close in the last few years. I’ll have to think on the others though.”

“As long as I’m marrying you, nothing else matters.” His lips meet in a soft touch.

But when I taste the cinnamon on his lips, I deepen the kiss. Slipping my tongue into his mouth, he growls and dips his hands under my apron to pull my leggings down with my panties. There’s no hesitance in my actions, I lift my feet one at a time so my layers slide all the way off.

Then he lifts me up onto the counter and he’s raising the bottom half of the apron to duck under it. I know what’s about to happen, and I can’t wait.

Hunter is everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in a man. And he tells me every day that I’m his sweet sunshine. That I bring light into his life. And flavor to his soul. He loves my heart and I love his. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Hoo boy! That’s his tongue on me down there. Mmm. I love this man.

I guess he’s getting that taste that he wanted.

And he always will.

THE END

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Don’t miss Lit Up by My Second Chance, the next book in the Lit Creek series.