Cherished (Wanted #4)(56)
Author: Kelly Elliott

I sat down and watched her whip out the French toast in record time.

“Will you get out some plates, please?” she asked without even looking at me as she reached and stretched to put the syrup in the microwave.

I stood up, took out two plates, and set them on the island. She put French toast on each plate, and then she took a spoonful of powdered sugar and sprinkled it on top. She turned and stood on her tippy toes to get the syrup out of the microwave.

I smiled as I looked down at her tight-ass jeans. Motherfucker, she has a nice body. No way is this girl still a virgin.

I made my way over toward her. I leaned against her as I reached up and grabbed the syrup. When I pushed myself into her, she turned around quickly.

“I never understood why they placed that microwave so damn high,” she said as a flush spread across her cheeks.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and pushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. She quickly touched the side of her face.

“You’re just short,” I said with a wink.

I backed away when I noticed her chest was heaving up and down quickly.

Yep, she felt it, too.

She let out an awkward laugh. “I guess so. Anyway, um…dig in!”

We sat down on the bar stools and ate at the kitchen island.

“Damn girl, this is the best French toast I’ve ever had.” I shoved another bite into my mouth.

She giggled. “Thank you. I’ve always loved to cook. I get to do a lot of baking with my business,” she said before taking a bite.

“What do you do for a living?”

She smiled, and my breath was taken away when her beautiful eyes lit up.

“I own a coffee shop called Rise and Grind. It’s right outside of Austin in Wimberley.”

I laughed. “I like it. Cute name.”

She smiled. “Thank you. It’s been a dream come true…well, at least for me, it has. My father, on the other hand, is still upset with me for not coming and working for him. He keeps telling me that my degree was a waste of his money—even though the coffee shop has done so well this last year. This is the first time I’ve left it. My mother has a business degree, so she has been helping me out with it.”

For a moment, she almost looked sad.

What is it about this girl that is getting to me?

“What is your degree in?” I asked.

“Ocean engineering,” she said with a weak smile. “My father is a petroleum engineer, and he owns his own company.”

I let out a small laugh. “Well, hell, why open a coffee shop when you could be building dikes and flood control systems? If you worked for your dad though, I guess you would be exploring offshore gas and oil fields,” I said.

Her mouth dropped open.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smirk.

“No one ever knows what an ocean engineer does. I always have to tell them,” she said with a small smile.

I smiled and gave her a wink. “Well, you’ve finally met someone who knows.”

I heard Jessie and Scott come in, and I turned to see Jessie barreling through the door. She stopped the moment she saw us. She smiled when she saw Azurdee, and Jessie immediately walked over to her. She took Azurdee in her arms and hugged her.

Jessie turned to me and gave me a look. She put her two fingers up to her eyes and then pointed at me as if to say that she’d be watching me. I was just about to take a bite, but I stopped my fork right at my mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh. I shook my head and winked at her.

Scott walked up, hit me on the back, and sat down. “You behaving, Lark?” he asked with a cocky smile.

“Yes, I am. Isn’t that right, Azurdee? I’ve asked her to sleep with me only three times.”

“What?” Jessie yelled out.

Azurdee laughed and shook her head. “He has not. He’s really been a gentleman.”

She looked at me, and I gave her my signature smile that I knew drove all the girls crazy—except it didn’t seem to faze Azurdee at all. Her smile dropped, and then she turned away as Jessie held up her ring finger. They both started screaming and jumping up and down. I threw my hands up to my ears and looked at Scott, who was laughing.

Holy hell, why must girls scream when they’re happy? The only time I want a woman screaming is when I’m giving her an orgasm.

“Jesus, make them stop, Scott,” I said.

I peeked over at Azurdee. She was talking a mile a minute as she kept bouncing up and down.

Fuck, she has nice breasts.

Ugh, I need to get the fuck out of here.

I got up, walked over to the sink, washed off my plate, and put it in the dishwasher. I leaned against the sink and looked at Scott. “Is the Wild Coyote Bar still open?”

He nodded, and I noticed Azurdee look over at me.

I pushed off the counter and started to walk out of the kitchen but not before I said, “Good. I need to get laid.”

“Oh, really nice, Lark. Do not bring a girl back here!” Jessie called after me.

I took the steps two at a time and quickly changed before heading back downstairs. Jessie and Azurdee were engaged in a conversation as they sat together on the sofa. I looked over at Scott, and he shook his head. He must have known I was going to ask if he wanted to come.

I shrugged and said, “Well, thank you, Azurdee, for dinner. Y’all have fun tonight.”

Scott stood and walked me to the door. “Dude, are you sure you want to go out? Why don’t you stay here? We’ll grab a few beers, head down to the barn, and catch up.”

I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “Dude, I haven’t had a piece of ass since Belize. Don’t wait up for me,” I said with a wink.

I glanced over his shoulder and saw Azurdee looking at me. Our eyes caught, and then she rolled her eyes and looked away.

He slapped my back and laughed. “Yeah, ’cause Belize was so long ago.”

As I walked out, I made a vow that I would not let this girl get under my skin. I sat down in my truck and threw my head back against the seat. I haven’t felt this way ever since Nikki. One good fuck, and I’ll get over it.

I spotted the beautiful blonde the moment I walked into the bar.

After three drinks, a few spins around the dance floor, and one shot, I was pulling up her dress and ripping off her panties in the backseat of her car. All thoughts of Azurdee vanished when the blonde told me to fuck her hard.

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” I said as I slammed my dick into her. Blocking everything and everyone out, I only focused on her calling out my name.