"Morning?" A familiar voice called near my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Morning," I replied smiling at his sleep filled voice as he may his head on my shoulder, my hand movement not once wavering as I stirred the batter. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, though it would have been a way better morning if I woke up to a certain someone in bed but I simply could get used to this. Why didn't you just cook in the room?"
"For one, it would disturb your sleep that you seriously need mind you and as it turns out Morales and I have a good rapport. He let me use this kitchen all morning."
"Morales?" He asked and I looked around only to realize that only the two of us were in the private kitchen of the mansion and I shrugged vaguely remembering about him excusing himself. The reason they needed another kitchen when they had a larger one and the ones in the rooms was lost to me and the house now seemed more like a monsoleum more than anything.
"Head Cook or chef. Not sure where he went. Something about strawberries. Nice guy. Has an undescribable love for cinnamon rolls. Here," I said before moving towards the island where a clear container lay with a couple of freshly back cinnamon rolls had been stacked together before trying to turn around with no avail as he moved with me and I gave up helplessly. "I made these for you."
"Really?" He asked sounding shocked before he chuckled. "You are the only person I know who would wake up at the crack of dawn just to bake."
"You make it sound like I do it every day. I was just in a good mood when I woke up early," I said with a pout before going ahead to start on the pancakes.
"Where did you learn to cook so much anyway?"
"I told you about Eve being away. She was rarely around with work and take out 24/7 seven days a week didn't sound appealing, so I learnt."
"You learnt?"
"Just a few baked goods, breakfast and meats, otherwise I'm just entirely and completely clueless in the kitchen."
"I didn't realize there was actually more to cooking," he murmured with a chuckle and I kept silent before I realized his body was getting slightly heavier by the second.
"Hey, you could always go back to bed. I'll wake you up with food and coffee to rid of your hangover."
"Too late. The bed already lost it's warmth," he murmured his warm breath hitting my neck and I shivered as he left an open mouthed kiss on my skin. "And besides, who's going to keep my beautiful girlfriend company?"
"I swear you are getting bolder and bolder each passing day."
"When am I never bold?" He asked and immediately I started blushing reminded of his brazen question last night.
Unsurprisingly, it had led to us making out for a long long time before we fell asleep after I'd challenged that he should if he thought I deserved it, but as it seemed I was yet to admit his level of shamelessness was too superior. And I have met my grandfather who is trolling my brother and I for great grandchildren when we have older cousins, who are more than able qualify to satisfy his demands.
"Still," I murmured lifting a hand to check his temperature. "No fever. The honey-ginger tea worked."
"You sound surprised."
"I wasn't sure it would work. It works differently for different people."
I thought going ahead to serve the hangover soup I'd made before starting on breakfast. Honestly, I would have preferred tea but they had an unreal hate for tea and I didn't push it.
"Here," I said turning around in his arms and he raised an eyebrow at me, but nevertheless let me feed him as I watched him curiously as I spotted the traces of tiredness in expression.
"Enjoying your boyfriend's good looks, babydoll."
"More like wondering if I should have put sleeping pills in this?"
"You'd do that?" He asked clearly surprised and I shrugged.
"You need sleep."
"All I need is a good coffee," he said putting on an innocent face and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Don't you dare give me that look. After breakfast we are going up there and you'll sleep till I say you've had enough."
"I'm not sure it works that way," he said amused making me shot him a nasty glare.
"Hmmph, I don't care. You'll sleep. And if you're not tired enough to sleep, I'll tire you out myself," I declared and I ignored the blue orbs that suddenly lit up, no doubt thinking of something naughty and I refrained from grinning. Oh, he had no idea what I had in store for him.
"Sure." Yep, definitely no idea.
"I'm serious. If you're good I might just let you use me as your teddy bear," I said but he only chuckled pulling me into his embrace. Not that I was kidding. The guy had an unbelievably strong grip in his sleep. "Umm, Ray. You do realize that I need to prepare the fore-mentioned breakfast."
At my words, he did nothing much but grumble in annoyance as he begrudgingly released me. At least for a brief second before he took his place once more behind me as I started on the pancakes. I probably shouldn't have trusted the fact that he would actually let me do my work in peace because as much as he had been moving with me and not once disentangling himself from me making me not mind the warmth, it wasn't long before his hands started wandering.
"Ryder," I grumbled in mild annoyance as my shoulder blades pressed against his chest as I arched my back when he brushed his fingers against my spine. It did nothing but make him chuckle in approval and a hot knot burned in my stomach at his quiet laugh.
"Weren't you against me touching you?" He asked teasingly grabbing my chin as I was watched him over my shoulder with darkened eyes, which mind you was an attempt to glare at him when he placed a soft kiss to my nose and I blinked up at him in confusion before it dawned on me I was actually eager for his kiss and I refrained from rolling my eyes.
Ignoring his smug smirk I mentally facepalmed chastising myself for falling for his charms. Yet, I wasn't at all mad. In fact I was still harboring some hard feelings over last night. He had glad kept it in the least mildly PG 17 concerned that there was more to my injures than he could see, not to mention that despite the fact he didn't ask what had happened again, he wouldn't rest till he got the truth from me. It was decided. He'd started it, I wanted it and it wasn't going to stop any time soon. I'd just about finished otherwise, I'd get too distracted and set the kitchen on fire. As if sharing the thought, I felt the hand that had been firm around the waist loosened to turn the cooker off and I pushed myself forward onto my toes but to my dismay he pulled back not letting the kiss happen. At the little protesting sound from my throat he smirked as if it was just what he'd been expecting and pressed his lips against mine, eagerly parting my lips ignoring our needs to breath for a while. Falling against him, I let out a groan. Short and begging and his arms tightened around me as he moving us away from the cooker.
I shivered and I was well aware of the goosebumps that filled my exposed body. For the most part, I couldn't even begin to understand when I'd began sounding so needy but the thought immediately disappeared as Ryder tugged on my lower lip and I looked at him with slightly hazy eyes infuriated by the calm gaze looking at me at the moment. Impatient and nervous about his steady gaze, I rubbed my butt against the bulge in his pants and almost immediately I was pressed against the counter as he bit in my neck as if punishing me and I groaned as he trapped my hands on the counter in front of me and nudged my legs open.
"Patience, little kitten," he called lazily nuzzling my neck and made a point to correcting him about this new little nickname but deciding I liked it I let it go, I thought gasping when I got a harsher bite. "Hey. Attention on me."
He murmured obviously sulking before I guided his palms, hard and calloused over my chest and he chuckled, his mood shifting too fast and I turned red as he pinched my nipples the fabric of his shirt making me wriggle and whimper as my body felt hotter and hotter, desire rushing through me.
"Mmm, you want me touch you, is that it? Pretty naughty of you when just anyone could walk in," he teased biting and kissing my shoulders, pressing his crotch against my butt from time to time.
"Ryder..!?" I called out but he didn't seem fazed by the frustration bordering my voice as he steadied me in place.
"You going to have to be quiet, my lovely babydoll or you'll get punished," he murmured continuing his torturous ministrations realizing I wasn't about to object whimpering quietly taking his words onto account when his palm suddenly grabbed in between my legs and I squeaked earning me a smack on my butt. "Quietly, babydoll. Remember?"
But before I could share my thoughts on how I felt about his oddly patronizing yet husky voice and the dominating aura I'd never admit to liking and where to shove it as I looked at him over my shoulder, he tugged at my lower lip with his teeth once more as his fingers clenched and my knees buckled. The movement had been so sudden and I would have fallen to the floor when they started stroking in between my legs if it weren't for him placing a hand across my chest as a moment later his hand slipped into my pants and started shamelessly massaging my quivering crotch. On my underwear, under his fingers, a wet spot formed confirming what my traitorous body had to say against my wandering brains and I decided to let it go submitting to the pleasure my hands still on his as if guiding him.
"Babydoll, as much as I want to drag on this naughty adventure with you as much as I can, you might consider finishing now," that voice oozing with confidence reached my ears and I whimpered not wanting it to end so fast when I picked up on voices and my thighs clenched hard. Instead of doing as intended I could feel my climax coming on strong and my body straightened out involuntarily convulsing in pleasure. All I could was bit my lip to hold in the scream that threatened to come out of me as I stood on my toes, shudders of pleasure racking through every inch of me.
When I recovered, tired and still gasping for breath, he was still hugging me tightly waiting till I could stand in my own feet before he smacked another kiss onto my lips when he turned me around in his arms and pulled away with a gentle smile.
"Feeling better? Am I much more unbearable? I'm well aware I have a lot to make up for for last night?" He asked with a innocent expression that if I still didn't feel the shocks running through my entire body or see that pretty obvious bulge, I'd have thought I had just been indulging in my own dirty thoughts. Some pretty real dirty thoughts.
"You..." Finding no retort for him as he blinked at me that calm look getting on my nerves, I could only turn on my heel to exit with the kitchen with the aim to clean myself up when I came to sudden stop at the sight awaiting me.
The people who could be considered close and bearable for little old me, stood stiff and tense eyeing warily at me, rather the figure that was in front of me blocking the way into the kitchen. Kyle, who had turned once I showed up and gave me that sombre expression and I froze. This was another one of those awkward situations if I'd ever seen one and I silently wondered if they had made aim to boycott and wage wars with anyone a member in their group considered an enemy. You'd think they'd give it a rest, especially when they all looked haggard and hungover, something that only someone who had been partying all night could pull off as I felt Ryder's presence beside me.
Sigh, boys. I thought as my eyes darted over their faces and all those murderous glances and I mentally facepalmed. These guys seriously needed a hobby if they could stomach all this killing intent this early in the morning. If I didn't intervene, I was well aware whatever fight or brawl would ensue would even be out of the control of my really capable hands. And yes, I'm that narcissist."
"I made breakfast."
Like the perceptive bastard I was, I said in an eerily chirpy voice watching them grimace and I mentally applauded myself. Now I had their attention, I thought sending them the scariest glare I could muster and I saw Wilder jerk back before he turned to Ryder helplessly for direction. He must have given them some sign in approval because less than three seconds later they were shoving past Kyle and making their way into the kitchen, Wilder patting my head on his way in and receiving my world famous glare as response making him chuckle. But before I could speak a word to Kyle who was standing off in the side, a slightly taller body crashed into me out of nowhere pulling me back into the kitchen.
"Seriously, Didi. Why are you still standing around? This is survival of the fittest and we are losing. Come on," Alice said as she pulled me towards the hoard of boys munching heartily and grabbed a plate of her own before joining in and the grim looking Kyle was completely and utterly forced out of my mind.
The warm atmosphere had tempted me to eat but waking up early to find Chef Morales in the kitchen so early had granted me some delicious strawberry filled crepes and I could feel my mouth water again. But despite that, between waking up early and experiencing that toe-curling orgasm, I felt like my early morning had dragged on long and I gladly curled into Ryder as he picked me up and set me on his lap as he served himself breakfast. And to think, a month ago, I couldn't even stand to be around people or even dare let down my guard as much as I did in front of them. Now I could just about doze off sitting here.
"Late night?"
Just as I was about to lose myself in the warmth I heard Alice asked and I opened my eyes to send her a disapproving glare but otherwise didn't say anything. Not that I had to as she chuckled softly looking away no doubt coming up with her own conclusions and I resigned to watching the male holding me till he noticed me. At this point, I was completely feeling pampered and spoiled as I shamelessly waited for his attention.
"Hungry yet?" He asked cocking his head at me questioningly, probably wondering why I'd been staring at him without blinking for the past couple of minutes and I shook my head wordlessly.
In fact, even if he did ask, I wouldn't answer because knowing myself, it had to be something naughty. Sigh, my period had to be coming soon. It had to explain why I was always staring and drooling while watching him like a piece of candy rather meat I desperately wanted to devour. As crazy as it might sound, in our family increased libido near that time of the month wasn't something unheard of. Either that, or he was growing unbearably hotter each passing day. All I did was lift a hand and pinched his cheek as if reaffirming he was in front of me and he chuckled making that painful knot return to my stomach. Yep, there was no way I could hide my attraction now even if I tried. Beaming an innocent smile at him, I snuggled returning to listening to his heartbeat before tuning off the rest of the world.
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"Remind me how we ended up here again?" I heard Wilder ask but it was the least of my concerns as Alice muttered a response.
"Feeling sleepy yet?" I asked furrowing my brows in concentration before my gaze softened amused as I caught his gaze.
"Trust me, I'm more concerned about how and why I got roped into this?" Ryder asked giving me a cool look and I grinned before giving him an innocent look.
"Because you're head over heels for your little girlfriend."
"I promised to tire you out?"
"Please, he's just a wife-slave and a sucker for pretty puppy eyes," Wilder scoffed grumbling out loud and Alice giggled but my gaze was pretty focused on the male in front of me staring at me with defiant eyes not amused by the three answers he got. "Do you know how my skin feels right about now?"
"You're just experiencing part of it. Trust me, you wouldn't even survive a full blown middle school slumber party. This is practically nothing," I said dismissively staring back at the male currently glowering at me and I simply ignored him. "Hey Alice, which one do you think I should go for? The red, purple or the pink?"
I asked holding up a couple of lipstick tubes of the shades I'd mentioned and the glare on me turned intense. Currently, we were in Ryder's room. Just the four of us since the other had left earlier and we decided to make the most out of the weekend. Not for anything else but because I'd impulsively decided the boys needed a complete makeover after my short nap, a little after I'd plotted a surprise sleepover. To my surprise, Ryder had agreed without a hitch and honestly I was still waiting for him to crack. So had Wilder who was more than willing but kept grumbling for the sake of his brooding elder brother but I couldn't care less as the trio glad partook in my whims. Why would I when my pretty little boyfriend had just agreed to let me practice my make up skills on? I thought with a grin and he didn't hesitate to glare at me once again. But the fact that he didn't utter a word reassured me that he wasn't at all mad, right?
"How about the red? It just suits him perfectly," Alice said playing along like she had when I told her about this crazy idea of mine and I grinned in amusement.
"Hmm, wouldn't it be too bold? How about pink because my cute little boyfriend is just too adorable?" I asked making Wilder burst into laughter as his lips thinned into a straight line, making me grin even wider.
But all he did was look at me helplessly looking amused by my behavior. He probably was but I was too invested in finding the right color to apply on his lips, or rather enhancing his prettiness. Or maybe just try to erase a little bit of sadness that shrouded the two brothers to worry about how childish I came off. So maybe it wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had, but who says they couldn't have a little bit of fun even during the sad times. That in mind I focused on the task at hand. Despite his bulk and everything that made up his obvious masculinity, there were the softer looks to him that he had obviously gained from his mother, something just anyone could tell even having not seen the lady. It justified the fact that he was pretty just as much as he was handsome. It was the same for Wilder. Just as pretty or maybe slightly more on the softer boyish looks and on the leaner side. But it didn't depreciate that these two were fine specimens. But to even more serious matters. Why did his lips suddenly look even more alluring and kissable with the red lipstick on? Damn, is this how he saw it? I wondered startled as he seemed to have figured out what I was thinking about.
"Babydoll, am I really that much hotter that you're drooling?" He asked suddenly and my hand jerked to my face to wipe it off only to find nothing making me glare at him much to his amusement.
But my anger slowly faded as I looked at him in awe. I was aware my skills were passable but this was a whole new other level. Of course he already had a natural radiance about but I was still shocked.
"Sigh, it's so unfair to the world that you have such a face?"
"Really?"
"Of course. And to think you're still so young," I said gazing at my masterpiece as he chuckled pulling me closer to him that I was straddling his lap.
"And so this long face is just because of my unbelievably good looks?" He asked his eyes shining brightly with amusement.
"I have a feeling you're fanbase will triple overnight if they saw you," I answered and he smiled albeit looking skeptical making to view the mirror behind me and I stopped him. "Wait. One more thing."
I let out reaching out for a black wig and he gave me a stiff smile before sitting perfectly still, allowing me to put it on and I smiled satisfied. Despite my original aim to make him look 'adorable' as I had so put it, I did the opposite. Not holding out on this one in a lifetime opportunity I had gone all out and made Raya. That's the name I had given to this female 'example of a doppelganger'. The bangs and the cropped hair had completed this bold look, his plump kissable lips that were usually pink coated in dark red. I had covered up most of his masculine features and the results was just as pleasant as his normal look.
"Shit! If I didn't know you were my brother or that your body is an obvious telltale, I would have totally banged you," Wilder exclaimed looking at all the pictures they'd just taken accomplishing making everyone cringe.
"I'm not sure I appreciate this new look," Ryder said pulling his lips into a discontent pout and I laughed pulling my arms around his neck as he stood in front of the mirror.
"But you look so cute."
"Cuter than me?" Wilder asked with that child-like excitement again and I chuckled awkwardly seeing how they both looked at me hopeful. And I thought I could pull off being a giant baby better than they could, I thought chuckling softly at my silly thoughts as I turned to Alice.
"Given their reaction, I think Project Makeover is a success."
"Think we should start our own Project Makeover show?"
"Maybe, but we should finish this makeover first."
"Oh, got it," she said before dashing out of the room and the brothers turned to me questioningly.
"What is she getting?"
"You'll see," I replied vaguely starting to pack up our resources when Alice burst into the room once more with two unlabeled black cloth bags.
"I got the dresses," she exclaimed out loud and I turned to her confused when I caught her wink just before my eyes landed in their paling faces and I chuckled.
Alice, you troublemaker.
"You know, I love you bro..but I just...I got something to do.. yeah that. Ciao, have fun," Wilder's voice faded out as he fled out of the room as if he was being chased, which he actually was, with Alice on his trail claiming she'd tie him down if she had too, but I was pretty sure that was pretty much an excuse to leave us alone.
"Should I be worried?" He asked pointing to the cloth bag in my arms and l shook my head heading for the closet to put it away.
"Nope. She was just pulling your legs. Come on, let's get that off you."
"Please," he said with a wince and I chuckled as he sat on the bed while I grabbed the makeup wipes.
Straddling his lap, encaged in his arms, a comfortable silence ensued as I undid all my work. Despite this, I couldn't help but feel he was more distant than usual. I mean there is a good reason but I couldn't help but wonder if I'd been going at it wrong. Or if I was doing just what Heather had been trying. Giving him pity it I'm much better wording sticking my nose where it didn't belong.
"There all done," I said pecking his cheek and I chucked the dirty wipes in to the bin.
Kissing my forehead, he pulled me onto the bed resting his head on my chest making sure I was comfortable before pulling the quilt over us. It wasn't long before his breathing slowed down making me chuckle, amused by this turn of events before I followed suit.