To His Heart's Content (manxman) Valentine's Short Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Taylor...

( My vision of what Evan looks like, the smoking hot Rugby star and Model Stuart Reardon------->)

Oh "Mon dieu"... (My God) the brother of the bride, Evan, was the sex God from the motorcycle shop across the street, and he and his heavy leather boots were currently clomping steadily on the polished wood flooring leading to the Wedding cake consultation area. How was I supposed to put on a presentation with this stud and his mesmerizing eyes watching my every move? The sister was chirping away like the little excited bird that she resembled. I heard a few muttered grunts and I willed a nervous smile when I opened the consultation room door and gallantly waved them inside.

Ellie fluttered past me still talking a mile a minute as if she didn't need any oxygen to breathe. Evan sauntered by me at a steadier pace, and I had to bite my tongue and lock my knees in place to keep myself from liquefying to a molten pool of Taylor. How can a man smell like sin and heaven at the same time? I discreetly inhaled his intoxicating scent, drawing in the smell of leather and expensive cologne, all underlined with clean smell of bath soap. My mouth watered and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. But I somehow managed to gather my frayed nerves in order to step inside the room and closing door behind myself.

I loved this part of our Wedding cake presentations the best, the bride’s very first reaction to the life size models of the various cakes that we offered, although made of plastic and wax, they looked very realistic. I watched with an amused grin as Ellie's eyes went wide as saucers, and then I had to hide my wince as she released a loud ear splitting screech before she grabbed her much larger brother by the elbow, and practically dragged him across the room towards the display tables. I let them move from table to table undisturbed. I tried my best to keep my focus on Ellie, trying to pick up on her preferences before she voiced them. But her delectable brother proved to be a strong distraction.

When they made a full circuit around the room and turned towards me, which was my cue to step in and begin to let them sample the different flavors of cake, and combinations of cakes with icings. The consultation would be complete after this step, if the bride decided on the style and combination of flavors she wanted for her specially made cake. I was antsy for this meeting to be over, every time my eyes found Evan’s, I found those unnerving intense orbs focused solely on me, and I had to literally bite my tongue in order not react. When all I wanted to do was climb that big strong deliciously muscled body and have him ravish me like a virgin maiden sacrifice.  I had to squeeze my thighs together and breathe out through my nose in order to calm the raging hard on pulsing behind the zipper of my slacks. I was so happy that I was sitting on the complete opposite side of the table from the beautiful siblings.

I had to get it together, I mentally boosted myself up as I removed the silver dome from the elaborate tray containing the different cakes and icing combinations, there were also plain unfrosted cake and icing on the side, just in case she wanted to create her own flavor. The fat file folder containing combinations that were not in front of her but also available if she so preferred. Ellie started gushing about how impressed she was as I opened her file and jotted down what part of the experience she was the fondest of. I avoided eye contact with her brother the best I could as I started to explain the tasting portion of the consultation. I was happy when one of the chefs brought in the tray of iced sherbet that is used to cleanse the palate in between samples of the baked goods. We wanted them to experience each flavor separately for the best results in the pairing of cake to icing for the bride.

I thanked Javier as he laid the tray down with a flourish and bowed to Ellie causing her to giggle and shyly blush. Evan just rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, but you could see the slight upturning of those lush lips as he humored her. You could tell that he would do absolutely anything for his sister and that she was the apple of his eye. You would never have guessed he had a soft spot unless you saw how indulgent and soft the big tattooed biker was when with his dainty almost waif like sister.

Once I had everything in order, the tasting began and that was a different kind of torture as it turned out for me. Because watching Evan as he sampled the delicate cakes and licked the creamy icings from those luscious lips almost had me panting with need. And I had a feeling that the sexy bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me. I couldn’t help the flush of heat that spread across my features when he stuck a fat finger into his mouth and slowly sucked it before sliding it out again all under the guise of licking off crumbs. “S’il vous plait quelqu’un me tuer maintenant!”... (Someone please kill me now)

By the time Ellie had the numerous samples scaled down to two, I was almost a nervous wreck. She got up and made her way back to the display area to study the three different styles she had selected and left me alone at the table with sinfully sexy brother. God, I knew I should have followed her, but I didn’t want to hover or make her feel pressured to make a decision. She had already confirmed that she would definitely be using our services for her cake.

Evan chose that precise moment to scoot over so that he was seated right next to me and I willed myself to remain calm and silently reminded myself to breathe normally.

“I want you.” He bluntly professed, and I could feel my jaw as it hit the ground.

I knew I gave him the perfect impersonation of a fish, as I sat the there with my mouth open and closing without a single sound squeaking past my shocked throat. Evan stopped my gaping antics by putting a solid finger over my lips to stop the movement as well as to silence anything that I may have worked up the nerve to say. My eyes flew to his sister who was still absorbed with the cakes on the display tables, so they turned back to his smoldering gaze.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, baby. You are gorgeous and I want you in my bed writhing underneath me as I fuck you senseless. I don’t do poetry, or pretty words. I know you are gay or you wouldn’t be blushing so prettily for me when I sucked off my finger like I want to suck your cock. If you want me, I am offering, that’s all. You decide bright eyes.” He said and then to shock me even more and further melted the little synapses I had left. He leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue across my bottom lip. “Hmm...Just as I thought, sweeter than anything in this house of confections.” He purred in my ear before leaning back and giving me a saucy wink before heaving his muscular frame out of the chair to join his sister across the room.

 Dazed and confused, I looked down to make sure that I didn’t come on myself in my pants, and I let out a deep sigh of relief that my slacks and underwear were nice and dry, but my cock felt like it was going to fall off, it was so hard. Jesus Christ, that man should come with a warning sign. “Ce que je vais faire?... (What Am I going to do?)