Page 30 of Secrets Bared
The party was laughing around a tavern table, mugs of ale in their hands. Wait a second, where was Maggie?
“Here ya go.” A bowl of stew arrived in front of him. When he looked up, Luke saw Maggie was the tavern wench, her breasts squeezed into a corset so tightly they were overflowing.
“Thank ye, lass.” His gaze roamed over her, and she winked when she clocked his perusal.
The scenery shifted, until they were in his room above the tavern, swallowing her moans as he pressed her against the door and made out. His thigh pushed between her legs as she ground against him. Coming up for air, they moved to the bed, his orcish claws tearing at her laces. But before he could get her undressed, a loud banging sounded from the hall.
“Ow! Fuck!”
Luke awoke with a jolt, his dick hard and aching. What thehellwas that dream?
“Shit.” The stairs creaked. That hadn’t been part of the dream. What was going on out there?
Pulling on lounge pants, Luke opened his bedroom door and stuck his head out into the hallway. Aaron was coming up the stairs.
“Dude! Mom’s asleep.”
“I know that!” Aaron hissed. “I didn’t expect her to be on the couch. What’s she doing down there?”
Luke scrubbed a hand down his face. “I think a better question is why are you coming in at —” he looked at the clock on his night stand, “—two o’clock in the morning?”
“None of your business.” Aaron stomped to his bedroom, though his socked feet didn’t make much noise.
Luke sighed and went back to bed, vowing to get to the bottom of whatever Aaron was up to.
After some sleep.
Thefollowingafternoon,Maggietook Grace at her word and walked over to Too Sweet after her morning shift at the diner. She had her purse and her stash of cash on her. Hopefully it would be enough.
If not, she might have to talk to Virginia about cleaning and making that part of her rent.
“Hey, Maggie!” Grace waved at her from behind a long glass case. “Pick something.”
She was saving her money for the computer, so Maggie tried to decline. “I don’t need anything.”
Grace scowled. “I’m going to take that as an insult, Maggie. You’re my friend, the first one is on the house.”
She huffed a laugh.This town.“Alright, let me look.” Perusing the case, she bypassed the donuts and breakfast Danishes, landing on the desserts. “I’ll take a Better than Sex cupcake.”
Grace clapped her hands together. “A girl after my own heart.” She leaned over and extracted the cupcake, placing it on a pale pink plate. “What do you want to drink?”
“This looks like I’m going to need some milk.” Maggie eyed her choice up. A Devil’s Food cupcake with rich fudge icing, topped with a triple X made out of chocolate. According to the little sign in the case, it was also filled with dark chocolate ganache.
“Grab one out of the case back there.” Maggie turned, and yes there stood a refrigerated case of bottled drinks. Juices, bottled water, and even milk. Perfect.
“Take a seat! I’ll be right over.”
Maggie sat at one of the little white bistro tables, and Grace joined her with her own Better than Sex cupcake.
“How did you come up with the name for this?”
Grace shrugged as she peeled the paper back. “Let’s just say my ex-husband was a good inspiration.”
Maggie giggled. “I hear you.” She bit into the moist, rich cake and moaned. “Oh yes. This is incredible.”
“I’ll have what she’s having?” Grace quoted the old movie, and they burst into laughter. Maggie had to catch the ganache dripping from her chin, but the cupcake was way more satisfying than Sean had been.
“It certainly lives up to its name.”
