Chocolate Bites (2 page)

“You do that, then. And I’ll try to be a little earlier.” She checked her watch. “I don’t suppose you do sandwiches?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“You should think about it. You’ve got the tables set up. I bet you’d do a ripping lunch business. Why don’t you box me up a dozen assorted pastries and I’ll take them in to my husband’s office.”

Oh, wow. Unless the mayor hated the pastries, and he wouldn’t; Connor was confident enough in his ability that he knew his stuff was very good. He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She went back to talking to her secretary as he filled a box for her, thinking about the sandwich idea. He could buy a little bit of lunch meat and keep it in the fridge, see if the idea had legs or not.

By the time he was done packing up her assortment, a hush had fallen over the place. Connor looked up from the pastry shelves and his mouth dropped open. Half a dozen werewolves had just walked into the place.

He glanced over at Dayton, but his lover looked just as surprised as everyone else. In fact, he could see Dayton begin to tense up, getting ready to pounce if anyone dared poach on his territory. Connor knew his lover would defend him and the bakery to the death.

He just hoped it didn’t come to that. Unless Dayton had asked them to help out and was just putting on a good show for him.

The werewolves were all wearing leather jackets and a glance outside confirmed they’d ridden in on motorcycles. The mayor’s wife stepped to the side as the biggest of them moved up to the counter.

“Can I help you?” Connor hoped his voice didn’t sound as weak and breathless as he felt.

“You got petit fours?”

Connor blinked. The petit fours were delicate little French cakes. “I do.” In fact he had most of the tray that he’d started the day out with. It seemed there wasn’t that big a call for petit fours.

“I want three dozen.”

Or maybe there was.

“Sure. I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve rung up Mrs. Jeffers.”

To his surprise, there werewolf nodded and stepped to the side. Of course, he should know better than to have judged the werewolves just by reputation. Dayton was supposed to be this big bad outlaw werewolf biker and Connor knew damn well Dayton was far more sweet than anyone would believe.

Connor quickly rang up Mrs. Jeffers’ pastries, took her money.

“Keep the change. And I’ll be back tomorrow morning for those tarts.”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you.”

He turned his attention back to the werewolf. “So that was three dozen of the petit fours? Assorted?”

“Yeah. Avoid the chocolate ones.”

Connor nodded. Yes, chocolate wasn’t good for werewolves, his mate’s predilections aside. He filled a large box with the three dozen sweets, which sold him out aside from eight chocolate ones, and wrapped the string around it. “Will that be all?”

“Yeah.”

He rang the sale up and took the werewolf’s money, watching wide-eyed as the guy took the box and he and his friends left. After they’d gone, the next lady in line shook her head. “Can you believe that? Of course, I always heard their kind had a sweet tooth.”

Connor couldn’t help grinning. “Yes, ma’am, they do indeed.”

***

Dayton grinned as he watched Connor bounce over to the bank with the deposit bag. It had been a great first day. Connor had sold almost everything and was talking about hiring some help at the cash register. Then they went back to the bakery, using the stairs in the back to walk up to the second floor of the old house where they’d moved in.

“Can you believe it?” Connor asked, still bouncing as he headed up the stairs and unlocked the door. “And I need to make more apple tarts, because those sold out really early and the mayor’s wife wants some. The mayor’s wife, can you believe that?”

Dayton just nodded and smiled, like he’d been doing since Connor locked up behind the last customer, clearly high on his successful first day. He loved seeing his mate so happy.

“Do you think the werewolves will be back for more petit fours tomorrow? They’re really the only ones who seemed to like them and they’re a pain to make, so I won’t do it if they don’t sell, but if they come in regularly for them...” Connor stopped and shot him a sharp look as he closed the door. “You didn’t put them up to that, did you?”

He snorted. “They’re the Alpha’s security, and I’m a pain in his butt -- they wouldn’t do me any favors.”

“No? Well, cool then!” Connor bounced some more and Dayton watched the pert ass happily.

Then he noticed his mark on Connor’s throat and he reached out to snag a hand, tug Connor in close. Connor laughed and danced away, making Dayton growl. He did love a good hunt.

He started stalking toward Connor. Grinning at him, Connor headed for the hall, moving slowly, almost casually. Dayton knew better. He pounced before Connor’d more than four steps -- if he’d waited, his lover would have run. Not that that would have been a bad thing, but he preferred Connor breathless because of him, not the chase.

They landed in a heap, Connor breathless anyway, and still laughing. “You have a thing for me and floors.”

Dayton shook his head. “No. I have a thing for you.”

“Oh.” Connor stopped laughing and he reached up, stroking Dayton’s cheeks. “I do love you.”

“Good.” He pressed their lips together, licking his way in to taste. “You had a hot chocolate.”

Connor nodded. “Just before I closed up. So I’d taste good for you.”

“Always taste good.” He shifted, rolled them so Connor was on top and he was the one on the floor. “Want you to ride me.”

Connor nodded, peeling off his jacket and squirming out of his pants. Dayton made short work of his own clothes, so they were naked at the same time; it was best when they were both naked.

“How do you always do that?”

“Magic.”

Smiling, Connor bent over him and kissed him. “I believe that.”

Damn, he loved this man. He put a hand behind Connor’s neck and took another kiss, a deep one this time. He tasted the chocolate, but even better than that, he tasted Connor.

His lover broke the kiss and put two fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them, eyes wide when Connor pulled them away and reached behind himself. “Oh, fuck.”

“In a minute.” Connor undulated on him, cock moving as Connor did, slapping the lean belly.

He was expected to wait when Connor did that? He didn’t think so. He growled loudly. “No. Now.”

“Okay.” Still reaching behind himself, Connor grabbed Dayton’s cock, pushed it against his hole and then pressed down.

Moaning, Dayton helped, pushing up. Connor was moving too slowly and he thrust, groaning as he finally sank in. Connor caught his breath and froze, then moved on him, taking him in just a little deeper. They started moving together, Connor coming down as he pushed up, then the opposite.

Soon they had a quick rhythm going, Connor tight and hot around him. His hands found Connor’s waist, helping to bring his mate down harder, then harder. His bite mark caught his eye and he pushed up even farther, Connor crying out and grabbing at his cock. Dayton watched as the slender fingers worked the hard flesh. The sun shone in from the kitchen, lighting up Connor’s pale skin. It was a beautiful thing.

He was close; Connor was close. Dayton half sat, grabbing at Connor so he could lick his mark, the shape of his teeth clear, standing out from the light flesh in lurid relief. His. Connor was his.

As Dayton let his teeth scrape across the mark, Connor shouted, heat spilling out between them. The tight grip of Connor’s ass demanded his own orgasm, and Dayton gave it up with a shout.

He collapsed back onto the ground and Connor followed him, head resting on his shoulder. He held on. He wasn’t letting go.

“Thank you for today,” Connor murmured after he’d caught his breath.

“I didn’t do anything.” It was all Connor.

“You did. You supported me, believed in me.”

“Of course I did -- you’re my mate.”

Connor nodded. “And you’re mine.”

“Yep. That’s how it works.”

He got to bite chocolate and Connor on a daily basis. It didn’t get much better than that. Lucky for him, Connor thought so, too.

End.

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Chocolate Bites

Copyright © 2011 by Vic Winter

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