Chapter Thirty-Nine

Hollis

Stiff and more than a little achy after the vigorous reward he'd given Taylin for the best date he'd ever been on, Hollis shuffled into the kitchen Sunday morning with ideas about how to use his vast haul of apples. He'd left Taylin asleep when his animal had actively encouraged him to come and bake.

They were both eager to get started. His week had been difficult, as he'd held his stance on the decisions he'd made. This was the perfect antidote to moaning alphas. The dull, gray sky he could see beyond the window as he came into the kitchen reinforced it was the perfect day to mess around baking.

Before that, he needed a caffeine hit. He set up the coffee machine, then leaned against the counter, waiting. He ran a hand over his bristly jaw, eyeing the three boxes filling his kitchen table .

Had he gone a little overboard?

Hollis used baking—and cake eating—as a de-stressor. A way of emptying his head of any and all worries. This morning, he had no such issue after yesterday. Today he wanted to bake for the pure pleasure of making something tasty for Taylin as a thank you for giving him such a wonderful day date.

Who'd have thought a visit to an orchard would make him so gooey inside?

Me.

As if!

You know I'm always way ahead of you.

Oh… is this a competition?

It can't be a competition when I'm right.

Hollis sniffed indignantly and reached for his full, steaming mug and doctored it with creamer and sugar. He took a sip and waited a beat for the caffeine to wake up his sluggish body.

One mug emptied, he filled it again and left it on the counter to wash his hands. He eyed his sleep pants and baggy T-shirt and shrugged. They would do. He went to pluck the apron from the back of the kitchen door and tied it around his waist. Then he went to search his cupboards for all the things he needed.

Flour, brown and white sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, corn starch, eggs, milk, butter, vanilla, and finally salt. He laid them all out while considering what he should do first. Apple Danish twists for breakfast would be perfect. He grinned to himself at how his stomach rumbled in anticipation.

Hollis got to work on making the filo pastry. It was a lot of work, but he wanted everything made from scratch. He hummed to himself, losing track of time as he followed the steps in his cookbook.

The kitchen had become scented with apple, nutmeg and cinnamon by the time he slipped the tray into the stove and set the timer.

When he turned to go to the sink, his heart jerked hard in his chest at the sight of Taylin lounging against the door frame, wearing only his sleep pants, which sat low on his hip bones, showing off his abs.

"I didn't hear you come down." Hollis blushed at the lazy, sexy grin Taylin aimed at him.

"You were humming and having fun. I could watch you all day," Taylin replied, straightening and coming towards him.

The lights he'd switched on beamed down on all the naked flesh that rippled and his hunger for the apple Danishes became secondary to the need for Taylin. Some days Hollis didn't know how he'd resisted for so long… or why .

Arms slipped around his waist and moved down to cup his ass. "Do you know that I've a fantasy about fucking you wearing this apron?"

Hollis gasped at the imagery Taylin's words conjured in his mind. "You do?"

"I do," he murmured against the side of Hollis's neck a moment before he licked at his beating pulse, moving down to the claiming bite mark to nibble on the flesh. It had a direct line to his cock and Hollis felt faint with how fast he hardened.

Despite how sticky his hands were, he clutched Taylin's wide shoulders, groaning at the hands wiggling into his sleep pants and pushing them down.

"We can't do this here…" Hollis moaned when a thick finger made what he was going to say a lie as it sank into his slick ass. The squelching noise revealed the effect Taylin had on him. There was no hiding from what he craved.

Teeth at his bite mark bit harder and, panting hard, Hollis parted his thighs and thrust against the man wrecking him. Taylin claimed his mouth and Hollis lost any hope of being sensible.

Lifted, his ass hit a cool wooden surface, and then the apron got shoved off to the side as there was some fumbling. Hollis mewled into Taylin's mouth as the head of his cock touched his slick hole. The pressure was intense at the lack of prep. He wanted to feel him, needing it more than taking his next breath, so he titled his hips up in invitation.

He captured Taylin's guttural moan in his mouth as it joined his own when Taylin did as Hollis encouraged. The burn was expected, as was the fullness that came as Taylin sank deep, not stopping until Hollis felt the bulge of his forming knot.

"All of you," he begged.

Taylin's knot fascinated Hollis and, if he was honest, he was a little obsessed with how big it was and the feeling of it expanding inside him. Each time, he craved it more than the last .

"Are you sure? You're so fucking tight, love." Taylin's restraint was much better than Hollis's. His whole body was tight with tension as he searched Hollis's expression for signs of distress.

"Need it," Hollis stated truthfully.

The growl was pure wolf when Taylin thrust in those last few inches, his hands at the base of Hollis's spine keeping him in place. "You asked for it."

His husky voice and the roguish light dancing in Taylin's eyes sent shivers of lust through Hollis. His ass bathed the shaft splitting him open, while his cock leaked its approval over his stomach.

He reached to thread his sticky fingers through Taylin's hair and cling to him. The wood beneath his ass moved at the force of the first thrust. Wood scratching on tile barely registered beyond his desire. His heart beat for the passion Taylin unleashed on him and all he could do was hold on.

His heart had awakened to this love and Hollis wanted to sink in and wallow in its beauty. In its power. Bathed in the heat of it, he felt the moment Taylin lost control and gave into madness. To his passion for Hollis. It was the best feeling and Hollis wanted to experience it again and again until he took his last breath.

His brain closed off and he sank into the depths of his feelings. How much longer it was before Hollis blinked the room into focus, he couldn't say. Everything looked to be on the tilt, and it took way too long to figure out that his glasses were lopsided .

"What happened?" he rasped, unsure exactly whether he was lying or sitting… on the table.

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or proud you don't know we made out on the kitchen table?" The dry chuckle tickled the damp skin of his throat before Taylin shifted against him, easing back enough to look at him.

Hollis's ass clenched at the semi-hard dick he remained impaled on, explaining exactly what had happened. "Proud," Hollis said, feeling more than a little hot with embarrassment at his own behavior. He moved to fix his glasses and then wished he hadn't at the sight of Taylin covered in a floury mess. His dark curls were speckled with white flecks and what looked like bits of apple.

The alarm on the cooker chose then to rescue him. Then he registered the scent of the pastries. The Danishes were indeed ready.

Hollis shoved at Taylin's chest when he made no effort to move. "Move, or my pastries will burn," Hollis exclaimed, wriggling back and getting a grunt of complaint from Taylin, which he ignored.

He hadn't worked hard to make breakfast to let it burn. Off the table, Hollis's embarrassment went up a notch, feeling the cum sliding out of his ass and down his inner thighs. He acted like he wasn't an absolute mess and showed off his bare ass as he reached for the oven mitts, bending to retrieve his Danishes.

They looked and smelled delicious. He held up the tray, grinning at the man tucking his cock away. "Ta-da, breakfast! "

"I thought I just had breakfast." Taylin's lips made a smacking noise when his gaze swept over Hollis, straying to his lower body and staying put as his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Hollis glanced down and groaned in complaint at the apron sat off to one side. His cock hung out for all to see, along with the cum smeared on his baggy T-shirt. "It's all your fault," he accused, stomping to the worktop to place the tray down.

A hot body pressed against his back and pinned him to the center aisle. Hands landed on the countertop, trapping him while warm lips nuzzled at his ear. "If I take full responsibility… and be a good boy." The sticky head of his cock brushed against the crack of Hollis's ass, and he bit his lip to keep his moan from escaping. "Do I get some of those Danishes?"

"Uhuh," Hollis mumbled, working to hold still and stop himself from being a wanton hussy. Something Hollis had never been in his life—until Taylin.

You always were. His animal wasn't shy to point out. You just pretended you weren't. But your sex toys prove differently.

Why don't you just shut up!