Kathi S Barton - [Aaron's Kiss 04] (11 page)

Sara and Shade wanted some of the goodies in the worst way. Sam could practically see the drool on their chins. Shade had her eye on the Philly cheese Danish that had been smothered in cherries jubilee. It was a feather pastry made from layer upon layer of thin dough then after it rested, filled with cream cheese and confectioners’ sugar and vanilla. When it was finished baking, Sam had drizzled warm caramel over the top and sprinkled with chopped walnuts. If the customer wanted it to go, the cherries served in a little container on the side were added just before eating.

Sara was eyeing the Mad Mother Maker. It was a large brownie that had been baked in a large cupcake tin. When cooled, hollowed out and filled with thick dark chocolate fudge and candied cherries, there was a dollop of dark chocolate melted and shaped into a heart that sat dead center, and as if that was not enough, rich dark chocolate candy had been melted and streamed all over the top and dripped down the sides to form a puddle of a hard shell under it.

“You know if you want it, all you have to do is ask. I don’t make them for show.” Sam simply reached into the show trays that had been filled to pop under the glass counter in the morning and handed each of them the treat.

Shade didn’t even hesitate when Sam told her that she could have more of the cherries to pour over hers. She just opened the fridge door Sam had pointed to and scooped up another scoop of the beautiful fruit.

When each of the kids had finished and cleaned up their mess, Sam took the best attempt of the roses they had been trying to make and stuck them to the wedding cake.

When Sara started to protest about the bride finding those little flowers that looked nothing like Sam’s, she pointed out that the bride would do good to notice anything about the cake, much less five little flowers among several hundred others.

They never got to talk about what they had come there to discuss, but that was all right, Sam supposed. They had made up and become friends of a sort. The kids were very happy with their results, and Sam taking their picture with the wedding cake and their flowers went a long way to smoothing out any ruffled feathers the women may have had toward her, at least Sam hoped so. And she was right; no one could tell one flower from the others—at least from a distance.

“Are you going home now, Miss Sam?”

Brent was a very lovely little boy that Sam had taken an immediate liking to. So when he had asked very nicely if Sam would please be able to bake him a “just ‘cause” cake, without flowers of course, sometime, she didn’t ask if it was all right, simply told him sure.

Sam had explained to them that sometimes people didn’t want their cakes to say anything on them; they just wanted a cake just because they could have it, no special reason.

“Later, but I don’t have far to go. I’ll just go upstairs when I start to fall asleep in the icing. I have a lot more baking to do tonight. I have a…” Sam looked at the women before she continued. “I have something to do tomorrow night.” Sam had another rescue tomorrow night and she was very nervous about it. This move involved a woman and her six kids whose husband had become progressively more abusive as the years went by. The woman had tried to get away on her own a couple of times, but Sam had been told he always found them. The family had to wait until now to be moved. Moving six kids and one adult had proven to be a little more than the system was ready to handle then, that is why it had taken an extra week to get them out.

Last week, he had hit their oldest daughter and had broken her arm in two places.

The little girl, Rosa, had missed the bus, which had had a different driver and she had gone the wrong direction, leaving several children to find an alternate way to school that day.

“Need any help with your late night jobs, Sam? I’m sure that I could persuade a couple of men to come along with you.”

Sam just glared at Sara’s suggestion. She figured that the alpha had told Aaron and he, in turn, had told Sara. Sam didn’t care for the way these people kept interfering with her life. And she especially didn’t care for the way they thought that she needed help either. She’d been doing fine on her own for some time now.

“Nope. If you think you know something, then spill it. Otherwise, what I do is my business, Mrs. MacManus, and I’d appreciate it if you and yours would mind your own where I’m concerned.” Sam leaned against the work table. “I don’t mean anything to you and your family and I’d just as soon keep it that way.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed, is what you’re going to do,” Sara snapped.

“And I don’t want you to. I’ve grown quite fond of those little brownies.”

“Like I said, Mrs. MacManus, mind your own business and leave me to mine.” After another twenty minutes of badgering her for information about the job to no avail, the women left, taking several loaves of the fresh bread and a few of the cookies with them. Then Sam went back to the kitchen to finish up the last of the pretty cakes for the display case and to clean up after herself. She didn’t leave a dirty kitchen.

She felt him, the man, before she knew what she was feeling. A tingle around her neck and a feeling that whatever it was, it was close to her. She jerked around in her chair to see what was giving her the willies. Tucker.

“I know for a fact that I locked that door when the others left. So, if you don’t mind, on your way out again, make sure it’s turned to the locked position again. It’s sort of tricky, I know, but when I lock the door, that means I don’t want anyone to come in. Bye.” She turned back to the table she was scrubbing down.

“You have my blood, and it calls to me. I want to talk to you.” That made her jerk back around and look at him. He was closer than she thought.

And she didn’t like the feeling of being caged in.

“Tough. I’m all talked out tonight. Mrs. MacManus and…oh, wait! She called you, didn’t she? Nosey busy body. Why she can’t mind her own…look, Mr. James, I have a lot of things to catch up on, so why don’t you do whatever you did to walk through my doors and go out again?” She turned back to the table, hoping he’d take the hint.

“No.” This time when he spoke, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She nearly moaned at the heat his closeness seared into her back and onto her skin.

“This isn’t…it’s important that you…please stop. You need to back away…oh yes, that feels very good.”

He was kissing her neck, deep, open-mouthed kisses that she felt to her toes and back again, settling in her core between her legs. “Please, I’m…I don’t want you to do that anymore.”

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Tucker turned her around and sat her on the stool she was standing next to. He stepped between her legs and started kissing her jawline and just below her ear. She tasted as good as she smelled, warm and his.

“Yes you do. I can feel your need, Sam. It’s as deep as mine. Feel me, touch me, Sam.”

He took the useless tube of blue icing from her limp hand and cupped her fingers around his hard cock. Her moan of pleasure moved through him, knifing through his body to sharpen his need as well. He kissed her then, his mouth fused to hers as he began leaning her back hard against the table behind her. He devoured her, all of her mouth like it was his last meal and he was going to savor every inch of it, of her.

“Let me in, love; let me taste your mouth.” She parted her lips slightly. Taking that as an invitation, he invaded, conquered, and celebrated. His tongue mated with hers, tasting the confections she had tasted only moments before on her tongue.

Tucker needed...everything. He pulled her closer to his body, marveling at the way they fit, her softness to his hardness. He gripped her hips as he pulled her closer and moved between her legs tighter, closer. She was too low on the stool for him to do what he wanted to her, with her, so he cupped her ass in both of his palms, lifted up, and pressed her heat to his erection. He caught her moan in his mouth, felt it as he rolled through her. Sam wrapped her legs around his hips and hooked her ankles behind him while he continued to lift her up and down his shaft, letting her ride him, spiking both their needs.

“Tucker, please...please, I need.” She was whimpering, pleading with him. She wanted him was all he could think of.

“What do you need, Sam? Tell me, and I swear I’ll give it to you. Just tell me.” She was driving him closer to the edge as she rode him hard, squeezing him tighter with her legs as he pulled her up and down. Never had he wanted like this, never had he needed a woman this much.

“Wall. Take me to the wall. I want to feel you touch me. I want to feel you inside of me. Please, Tucker, please take me.”

He turned them both around and took the two steps to the wall. He slammed her against it and pressed harder into her core with is cock. If they kept this up, they were going to have their first climax together fully clothed, he thought, and nearly let it happen. And for as much as he wanted her, he wasn’t taking her the first time against the wall.

“Baby, we need to...I can’t take you here. I can’t be inside of you like this and I need to be inside of you. We have to move upstairs to a bed.” She unhooked her ankles from him, reluctantly, he thought, and moved toward the back doors that lead to what he knew was her apartment. He was behind her, touching and kissing her, pulling her breasts and kneading them, tugging at her nipples from behind. Before they were halfway up the stairs, he had taken her shirt and bra off, throwing them over his shoulder as he went.

The need to touch her bare skin was making him dizzy. She turned toward him and yanked his shirt from his pants, tugging it over his head and throwing it to the floor.

When she leaned her mouth in and nipped at his flat, brown nipple, he nearly threw her down on the stair and took her right there.

“Sam, hurry! Christ, we’re not going to make it if we don’t hurry.” He was right. As soon as she got the lock undone and opened the door, he took them to the floor and stripped off her jeans and panties. He stood up, shucked off his pants and shoes, and stood naked over her. Going commando had its advantages, he thought, as he fisted his cock. He knew that if he dropped back down to her now, he would hurt her, tear her in his haste to make her his.

“Sam, baby, are you a virgin?” He looked down at her in a red haze. “I need you desperately and I don’t want to hurt you. I can feel your lack of experience, but I’m not sure if you’re a virgin.”

“Yes. No.” She turned her head. He could feel her embarrassment.

“Baby, you either are or you’re not.” He thought to ease her out of it. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

He wanted her to say yes, then he could enter her quickly, bury himself in her heat, but he wanted her to say no more than anything he had ever felt. He didn’t want her to have been made love to by another. She was his now and forever.

She didn’t look at him, but simply reached for her pants. When she started to pull them back on, he took them from her, then picked her up and sat down in an easy chair with her in his naked lap. He could feel her crying, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to hide from him. When she pulled from him twice more trying to get up, he wrapped her in his arms tightly and leaned back.

“Tell me. Tell me what I did wrong. Sam, I can’t fix this if I don’t know what I’ve done. I won’t hurt you, but neither will I let you go when you’re hurting like this.” When her cell phone started to ring, he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was two-thirty in the morning. She scrambled off his lap to get it. He was so shocked that he let her go.

“Hello, yes, ¿Hola? Sí, esto es Sam Hunter. Yo…” She was quiet for a very long time, listening to the person speaking on the other end, he presumed. Tucker got up and moved closer to her, not caring if he was being rude or not. “¿Está usted en el hospital ahora?... Sí, estaré allí pronto… Sí. Sí. Saldré ahora. No, no llama a la policía, yo vengo ahora.”

As soon as she hung up the phone, she ran to her bedroom. Tucker reached down to get his pants and was pulling them on when she came out, dressed all in black, her hair pulled back and covered in a black skull cap. She glanced at him then down at the floor again.

“I have to go. There’s an emergency. You can let yourself out. When you leave, just lock up. I have my keys.” She looked at him now. “This can’t happen—”

“No.”

“Okay, then don’t lock up. I’ll call Sally and she can come over and lock up.” She moved toward the door. He stopped her.

“No, I mean no, you’re not leaving here without me.” Tucker had a good enough working knowledge of Spanish to know that someone needed her to come to get them.

But not good enough to know the why or the who. “You must let me go with you or I cannot allow you go to.”

“Allow me to me go? The hell I’m not. I don’t answer to you or anyone. Now move.” Tucker moved in front of her door, blocking her only way out of the tiny apartment. He just stood there, arms locked over the chest. He knew she couldn’t hurt him…well, he hoped not, but he was only reasonably sure she couldn’t move him.

“I am going, Sam. And even if you could get around me, which is highly unlikely, I will still follow you.” He grinned when she glared. “You are very beautiful when your temper is up.”

“Yeah and your timing sucks. Fine, whatever. I’m leaving, you follow.” She pulled her gun from her back and put in a clip. With a click of the slide, she had loaded one in the chamber. Then she reached down to her left leg, pulled out the other Glock, and did the same. After holstering the two weapons, she looked up at him. “What?”

“I thought you…never mind.” He stepped aside to let her pass.

He stood beside her as she locked up her apartment, and then followed her out to the garage where she had a small car and a very large van. She got into the van and started it up. The engine was so quiet it almost sounded as if it purred. He went to the passenger side and waited for her to unlock his door. When she didn’t, he knocked on the window. She hit the auto window and looked at him, confused.

“What now? Am I going too fast for you or something? Make up your mind. I’ve got somewhere I have to be.”

“I can’t get in. Will you disengage the lock for me?”