Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  I picture her lips forming my name as I stroke my cock faster and faster, the pre-cum dripping from the tip as a series of images flashes in my head like a movie reel.

  Lily's face as she comes, her pussy tightening around my fingers as I stroke her.

  Lily naked, stretched across one of the tables in the bakery, her hands gripping my hair as she holds my head tightly against her pussy. I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking her until she's whimpering my name over and over like some kind of mantra.

  Lily against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist as I plunge my cock inside her over and over.

  "Tell me you love it," I order. "Tell me you love feeling me bare inside you. Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum."

  She moans her response. "Do it," she says. "Please."

  It's the word "please" that makes me come. I groan loudly as I finish, imagining myself coming inside her.

  When I pry open my eyes, adrenaline still flows through my body and my cock is still hard. This girl is going to be the death of me. I feel like I'm a horny teenage boy with the biggest case of blue balls the world has ever seen.

  The right thing to do – the sensible thing – would be to stay the hell away from the girl who owns the bakery, the one with the chip on her shoulder that tells me she's been hurt before. The girl who has a kid and probably a shitload of baggage.

  That's what I should do.

  Fuck it. I've never been sensible anyway.

  Lily is staring at me like I've got three eyes, that same look on her face that she seems to get a lot around me. It's the one where her cheeks are lightly flushed and she's glaring at me like her head is about to explode.

  I stayed out of the bakery the past two days. I tried to be logical, I really did. Then I came in this morning and Opal was struggling to keep up with the customers. I couldn't watch while she tried to manage shit on her own. It wasn't right. So I jumped in to help her out.

  At the register, Opal leans toward me. "Sugar, would you be a doll and box me up three vanilla cupcakes with raspberry frosting and "

  "Two of the chocolate almond mocha cupcakes, three of the lemon meringue cupcakes, and a bagel with cream cheese, not boxed with the cupcakes," a customer says.

  "Mornin', sunshine," I whisper as Lily passes by me behind the counter.

  She puts a coffee cup on the counter. "What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice excessively polite. But her nostrils flare.

  "Working," I say, sliding open the door to the display case.

  "What do you mean, 'working'?"

  "Opal hired me." I reach a gloved hand for the lemon meringue cupcakes. How many were there again?

  "She said lemon meringue," Lily points out. "Those are lemon-frosted."

  "How many kinds of lemon cupcakes do you have?" I grumble, placing three in the container.

  Lily ignores me. "Hand me the cupcake box."

  "I don't think so.” I stand up.

  The woman waiting for the cupcakes giggles. "I'll say them one at a time," she says, her voice sugar sweet. Shit, she's practically batting her eyes at me. "I shouldn't have said everything at once and confused you."

  Beside me, Lily clears her throat. "I'll be happy to take over.”

  "Oh no. I think he has it handled. Besides, a man giving me cupcakes is the best start to a morning I've had in a long time."

  I look at Lily smugly and she rolls her eyes in response. "Three mocha almond?" I ask.

  "Yes.” The customer giggles again. The constant giggling makes her sound like an airheaded bimbo, but I don't tell her that. Mentally I congratulate myself on my excellent self-control. It's been almost two hours that I've been working in a fucking coffee shop with actual customers - actual real-life people - and I haven't cursed a single one of them out. Really, my restraint should be commended. I practically deserve an employee-of-the-year award already. In fact, I should probably make that suggestion to Lily.

  I finish filling the cupcake box and wordlessly hand it to the giggling blonde, who stands on her tiptoes to lean in over the top of the display case. "Are you going to be working here every morning?"

  "No. Unfortunately, he's helping out temporarily," Lily interrupts. "Just for today."

  There's an unmistakable edge to her voice that's more than just irritation at discovering me behind the front counter. Is she jealous of the blonde?

  "She's incorrect," I tell the blonde. "It's not temporary."

  "Oh, good. Then I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow."

  "Opal, do you have these customers all set?" Lily asks, her voice excessively polite.

  "Go on.” Opal waves her off. "But before you get your knickers in a twist, just know that Killian has been very helpful this morning."

  Lily grunts. "I'm sure." She gestures at me to follow her to the kitchen, her nostrils doing that flaring thing again.

  "This is the second time you've dragged me back here," I note once we're back in the kitchen. "If you wanted to be alone with me so badly, you could have just asked."

  "I do not want alone time with you," Lily protests, her eyes wide. "Why are you behind the counter in my store?"

  "Working.” I shrug. I cross my arms as I look at her. "You've got a 'help wanted' sign hanging in the window."

  "You are not help."

  "Well, now, that's just rude."

  "You know what I mean. You're not in the market for a job making coffee and handling cupcakes."

  I can't hide the smile that tugs at the edges of my lips. "I was hoping to handle one particular cupcake."

  I didn't think it was possible for her eyes to fly open wider, but they do. "There's not going to be any handling of anything," she says. But she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

  "Opal thinks I'm a terrific fit for this place," I point out.

  Lily's eyes narrow. "Opal doesn't have hiring authority. And you are not a good fit for this place."

  "Because I'm a man?" I ask. "That's just flat-out discrimination."

  Lily groans in exasperation. I wonder if that's just her thing, or if she does it only around me. "Because you're a huge hulk of a man who looks like a lumberjack."

  "Hunk," I correct.

  "What?" My interruption stops her tirade, and she pushes away the errant strand of hair that flops out of her ponytail into her face. That ponytail. It makes me want to pull it. My dick twitches, pressing against the zipper of my jeans at the mere thought of my hand gripping her hair as she rides me.

  "You said hulk but you really meant hunk.”

  "I definitely meant hulk. That apron looks ridiculous on you and you are not the kind of person who does well with people."

  "Maybe I like people," I lie. That's the furthest fucking thing from the truth. Except for my brothers, I have no interest in interacting with the citizens of West Bend. Solitude is just fine with me. It's just that this girl makes me crazy. I have this irresistible urge to push her buttons. And hell, being up at the cabin alone has been boring lately.

  She laughs under her breath. "You hate people."

  "You don't know that."

  She cocks her head to the side. "Oh, please. It's written all over you. The last thing I need is you scaring off my customers."

  I step closer to her, and she doesn't back away. She looks up at me, her face defiant. Fuck, I want to put my mouth on hers again. When I kissed her before, she tasted like strawberries and summer and frosting and – now I can't stop thinking about frosting her naked body.

  "I promise I won't even scare off your customers. Only the asshole ones."

  "See?" she squeaks. "You're doing it again. I don't even know you and you seem to have made it your mission to get involved in my store out of some misguided notion that you're protecting me."

  "Wrong." I step closer to her. She's standing against the counter now, the metal edge pressing into her ass.

  "Wrong about what?" She looks up at me. Her voice is softer, and when she runs her tongue along her lower lip, I have t