Chapter 39

Richie stirred and inhaled deeply. Something smelled good. He rolled over, his arm instinctively reaching for Mel only to encounter empty space. He sat up slowly and opened his eyes. Well hell where'd she go? He figured she'd sleep at least until noon with as much saké as she’d drank the night before. She'd barely moved when he'd tucked her into bed and crawled in with her. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he grabbed a pair of boxers and tugged them on then followed his nose to smell of baking... was it cake??? Was she baking a freakin' cake with a hangover???

He turned the corner into the kitchen and was greeted with one of the most beautiful visions he'd ever seen. She was perched on the kitchen counter, gloriously naked, her legs crossed, her hair in disarray around her shoulders. His eyebrows shot up as a grin of total amusement graced his lips. "Well Well... what have we here?"

Her eyes widened her hand stalling mid way to her lips as a goofy smile made its prescence known. "I got hungry."

"So you baked, " he walked over and looked in the pan beside her, "brownies?" He watched her face as she took a bite and saw a glint of mischief there. He picked one up and sniffed it giving her a quizzical look as he tentatively took a bite. "Ya didn't poison ‘em did ya?"

She shook her head quickly, her brows waggling. "Why'd I wanna poison ya huh?'

"Mmmm good!" he smiled as he swallowed the first bite and finished the rest in just a couple bites before grabbing another, placing a kiss on her nose at the same time. "Thanks Darlin' love ‘em." He picked up another and started to chew as he watched her grin.

She started to laugh as she nibbled her brownie into non existence. "I'm still hungry and thirsty.. Whatcha got to drink huh?"

"Ummm well I have beer and water." He shrugged, "Ain’t gone shopping lately." He stood back and let his eyes wander over her naked form hungrily. "What’cha want Mel?"

She leaned forward and nearly tumbled from the counter. "Beer, food, you, don’t care about the order, well ok beer first.. but the rest is negotiable."

"Hey..." he laughed, "maybe you should have water, you’re still drunk from last night." He caught her and pulled her against him then kissed her, the flavor of chocolate lingered on her lips and he nipped them gently

Her lip poked out and she started to pout. "Awww come on!"

"Mmmmm gimme lip woman," he sucked her bottom lip with his mouth then broke away. "Ok ok if ya want beer ya get beer, but I'm hungry too ya know." He grinned and moved to grab her a beer from the fridge, but halted as his gaze watched her on the counter.

She wiggled closer to the edge of the counter, her legs moving back and forth slowly, teasingly. "You can have another of my special brownies."

"Mmm special huh?" he leaned over her and took another making short work of it. "What's so special bout ‘em?"

Her brows waggled as she lifted the brownie to his lips, brushing it against the full lower lip teasingly. "You should know, you taught me how to make 'em."

"I did?....." he furrowed his brow and took a bite trying to remember when he'd taught her to bake, he never could cook back then, cooking was something he'd only gotten good at the last few years. He chewed, his eyebrows winging upwards as the thought attacked him. She didn't... she wouldn’t....

He moved from her and crossed to his canisters looking in the smallest one. Finding his stash gone he whirled his jaw open "Mellie!! You.. you baked my stash!" Shock faded into laughter as her watched her all too innocent grin.

She nodded happily, “its all gone.. good brownies."

Laughing, he crossed back to her, wrapping her legs around his waist again and lifting her. Holding her bare ass with one hand he grabbed another brownie with the other and took her and the laced snack to the couch. He sat, her straddling his waist, and broke the little cake in half holding it out to her lips "We’re gonna be so fucking high you know that right?"

She leaned in, pressing herself into his chest as the devil rose within her. "Yep."

Her skin on his bare skin made him groan in pleasure. He put the brownies aside then put his hands to better use, sliding them over her breasts, his thumbs slowly circling the rosy tips. Leaning in to kiss her softly, slowly yet so thoroughly, he murmured against her skin. "Mmmm you taste good"

She tilted her head, her back arching and throwing her breasts into prominence. He was driving her crazy with his hands, and as his lips touched down on her skin she whimpered. "Not letting you forget the beer."

"Later," he growled and laved one nipple with his tongue before closing his lips and suckling as his thumb tweaked her other peak.

She wiggled against him, her hand sliding to his chest then to his chin, lifting his head. "Now, please Scarecrow, my throat’s all dry."

He grinned wickedly "I got something for that throat of yours"

She perked up, her sneaky grin coming out to play, "Tequila? Vodka? What?"

His hands traveled down to her hips and he gently bucked his hips up against her letting her feel his thickened cock. "Me."

Her head ducked down and she wiggled again, "But I can’t drink that!"

"Ohhh yes you can," he grinned bigger.

She looked at him curiously, her body stilling. She didn't get exactly what he was going on about, but that grin spoke of plans within plans. Pushing back she winked and tried to hop off of his lap. "I'll just get it myself."

He huffed as he watched her ass sway to the kitchen. Damn woman!!! He adjusted himself and called, "All ya had to do was kiss it a few times and it'd give ya a nice long drink babe!" He stifled a laugh knowing the extra ingredient in her brownies was kicking in.

She leaned into the fridge, her ass moving side to side as she studied the contents. Pulling out two beers she turned and popped the tops, bringing one to her lips for a long slow pull of golden liquid. Before moving back to him she stopped at the stereo and flicked the power button then moved back to his lap, settling herself against him. "Brought you one, kiss what?"

He groaned as she wiggled on his lap, the beer lifting to his lips as he took a nice swig and wondered if she was kidding or not. Pointing to what was pitching one hell of a serious tent in his boxers, he smirked. “Oh yea know, kiss it and make it better?”

She took a swig of beer, her eyes widening as he pointed, then she started to laugh. Sliding back she settled herself to the floor, and put her lips against the cotton of his crotch before giving it a loud, sloppy, wet kiss. "How’s that?"

He watched her and sucked in a breath then wiggled his eyebrows "That’s a start babe." With a grin he took her hand and placed it over him moving it back and forth.

Her hand rubbed him easily, as she considered exactly what he wanted. She slipped a hand under the waist and nudged him. "Off."

Excitement flooded thru him; would she really? He lifted his hips and slipped the thin cotton to his ankles then sat back, his eyes watching her, with heavy lidded desire

He wanted her to kiss it. She'd never ever, Shit. She took a long pull of beer and swallowed then leaned over eyeball to head with his hardness and studied it intently. One curious finger slipped out to trace the silken steel only to be mesmerized by the pulsing vein that ran the length of him. It was, so alive, so, jumpy. She grinned as her finger strayed to the head, her finger slipping around it before seeing the small drop that gleamed on the tip. Now that was pretty, all shiny in the lamp light. Didn’t that just look tasty?