How The Cookie Crumbles (59 page)

“Frankie, I’m ready now,” Jake said, taking a breather between kisses, holding me tightly.

“I can see that,” I laughed, pulling gently on his cock.

“No, I don’t mean that,” he pushed my hand away and took my chin and turned it so I was looking at him. “I mean, I’m ready for us. To be together, and y’know, try….”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” I smiled and closed my eyes.

“So, you’re still into it, right?” There was a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

Jake

After our great summer together, Frankie and I had gone our own ways and not really kept in touch, other than the odd email or text. I wasn’t really one to email, and the time difference made phone calls a problem. So I went out and partied hard, and I felt like it was okay. It was what I wanted to do and what Frankie told me to do. I guess I figured in the back of my mind that at the end of the year, Frankie would be waiting for me. She was so dependable that way; I knew that even if she said she was going to date, she wasn’t the kind of person who would go all crazy.

Then last summer, when I was expecting Frankie to come home, I heard via the Chloë grapevine that Frankie was staying another year in Italy. Apparently she had angled her way into a job giving art tours to tourists in Florence, so she had enough money to stay longer. I was kind of disappointed that she wasn’t coming back; I was looking forward to seeing her. So I called her and suggested that we get together in Europe, if I got there in time, I could still catch some soccer cup games and spend time with Frankie. She was kind of surprised that I called her, and told me that she’d be happy to see me, but she had a boyfriend. He was some grad student from Yale that she had met there, and it sounded serious. Of course with Frankie, was it ever not serious? She was nice to me, but she ended up saying something like, “Well Jake, when we went our separate ways, there was a possibility that this might happen, that we might meet someone else.”

I had to say, that hit me in the gut. I went out with women, but it was never serious. Frankie was such a loyal person; I had put her through a lot of crap and she still hung around, so maybe I took it for granted that she’d be around when I was ready. For the first time, I was worried. What if I had met the perfect woman and blown it because I needed to fuck a bunch of randoms? And some boring brainiac was just the kind of person her parents would like, although knowing Frankie, he wouldn’t be some pencil-necked geek. She was always a sucker for the pretty boys.

After that, I started taking my personal life more seriously, and cutting down on the one-night stands. It was time anyway, but I sure regretted that I had messed up with Frankie. Then after this year’s playoffs, I found out from Andrew that Frankie was coming back from Italy, and she had planned a trip to Montreal with Chloë. I’ll admit I leaned on Andrew to find out more about Frankie’s love life, and when it turned out that Mr. Ivy League was out of the picture, I saw a chance to move back in. Chloë always liked me so she was ready to help, and here we were.

I never thought less of any chick who wanted to sleep with me, but I wanted Frankie to know that this was different for me, that it wasn’t just sex or fooling around. So I asked her just before we got started, “So, you’re still into it, right?”

She opened her beautiful brown eyes and gave me a serious look, “I’m willing to give it a try, Jake, but you’re different now, right?”

“I am different now.” I didn’t know exactly how to put into words everything I felt about her, but Frankie got me anyway. As usual. She smiled and nodded.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she ran her hands down my chest, “but not too changed, I hope. I really liked the old Jake.”

Yeah, that was what I missed, someone who liked me for me. She hadn’t even said anything about hockey yet, which was all most people thought of when they saw me. I got that feeling again, the one I only got with Frankie, like I could only take shallow breaths. She made me feel kind of defenceless.

She looked so hot as usual in her pink bra and panties. I thrust my hands into her thick, dark hair and tilted her face up. I kissed her, first gently, and then I started sucking on her lower lip. She tasted sweet to me, better than anyone else did. I didn’t know if this was for real or just in my head. She kissed me back, darting her tongue into my mouth and although I wanted her bad, I also wanted to kiss her forever. I had missed her so fucking much, more than I even realized until she was here with me. I wanted to make tonight special for her. I wanted to hear her scream out my name, to erase every other stupid guy from her mind.

I kissed her again, undid her bra, then pulled it off her shoulders. Her beautiful tits popped out, and I groaned happily at the sight of them. Frankie’s body was still as hot as ever. I started sucking on her puffy pink nipples, until the tips of them were as stiff as my cock and I could hear her breathing hard. I flipped her under me, then pulled down her pink thong and started fingering her. She responded by pushing up against my hand, and I leaned down and kissed her.

“No complaints about my hair down there?” Frankie teased me.

“How can I complain when you’re so fucking perfect?” I asked, hoarsely. Her body was so right, all soft and cushiony. Like a woman should be.

She was real wet, so I rolled on a condom and pushed her thighs up. She still had her high heels on, which was hot. Frankie was like all my fantasies coming together. I entered her slowly and watched her move under me.

“Oh Jake… yessss,” she breathed. She wriggled around on the bed as I pumped into her, her body pushing up to meet mine; everything was familiar and yet new too.

I went at her gently at first, but I knew she liked it hard. I pulled out, and she groaned, “Ahh, what are you doing? I was soooo close.”

I sat up on the edge of the bed, “S’okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. Come sit on my lap.” I moved her around until she was facing me. “Yeah, that’s perfect. So I can see your beautiful face.”

Frankie smiled mockingly at me, “You have changed.” I spread her legs wide, and wrapped her ankles around my waist so I had easy access and I entered her. She strained around my cock, this angle was more intense for her, and her clit was rubbing against me with every thrust. She started moaning and coming almost immediately, but I didn’t give her time to rest. I shoved my cock up into her, even harder and faster. Her tits were bouncing in my face, so I caught one nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. That titty suction seemed to make her even wetter, and I had to keep my strokes short to keep from slipping out.

I looked up at Frankie, her eyes were closed tightly as she felt it all. Hell, it felt so fantastic I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. “Frankie baby, look at me,” I urged her. Her brown eyes stared but she looked a little dazed. “Babe, it’s so good to be, y’know, us again.”

“Uh Jake,” she panted, “Can we, um, talk later?” She was tipping into that intense physical zone she got, and she started coming big time. Her whole body was trembling as I fucked her steadily, and the vibrations were all my cock could take. I came and came, and we collapsed on the bed together, my softening cock still inside her. I didn’t want to let her go.

After a few minutes, she squirmed a little. “Jake, you’re squeezing me so hard, I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry, babe.” I eased up a bit, but I wanted to hang on to her. It felt weird since I wanted to see her for so long and now she was here. But even though we still had the physical connection, I still wasn’t sure about what she wanted. I wished I was as good with words as she was.

“Frankie, there’s no one like you,” I told her.

“Took you long enough to figure that out,” she whispered back. I laughed, and remembered that was the best part, that we mixed up sex with joking and having fun. I cradled her in my arms and grinned happily. You don’t get a ton of second chances, and I wasn’t going to blow this one.

“A blindfold, why do I have to wear a blindfold?”

I was complaining, because I was worried it was going to wreck my eyeliner, and because it was always hard to trust Jake completely. Next thing I knew I’d be making love in public or on stage or online or something. Jake had insisted on putting the blindfold on me in the taxi.

“Because it’s a surprise, Frankie, now just relax and enjoy.”

Ten minutes later, we got out of the taxi, and Jake helped me up a few stairs and then into a noisy restaurant. It smelled delicious in here. There was some conversation with a French-accented hostess, and then Jake led me carefully to a table. Things quieted down as we passed, no doubt everyone was staring at me by now. I heard Chloë’s familiar giggle and then Jake sat me down on a banquette and undid the blindfold, kissing the back of my head while he was there.

I blinked and looked around. As I expected, a lot of people were staring at me. I had never been to Montreal before, but everything here looked so familiar.

“Oh my God! I’m in Garde-Manger!” I was in Chuck Hughes’s restaurant, my Food Network idol and one place I had only dreamed of visiting. Reservations were supposed to be impossible to get here. My mouth was literally hanging open. Chloë and Andrew were laughing at me from across the table.

“Yup! Happy?” asked Jake.

“Oh wow, happy doesn’t even begin to describe it. This is fantastic!” I threw my arms around Jake’s neck and gave him a big kiss. He held onto me and kissed me back until Chloë made a little ahem noise. We stopped, and then I went over and gave big hugs to Chlo and Andrew.

After more enthusiasm on my part, we settled down and looked up at the menu, which was written on a chalkboard. Chuck changed it up constantly, using ingredients sourced locally, so there wasn’t a lot I recognized. But there was one dish that I pointed out to Jake: doughnuts filled with dark chocolate and salted caramel ganache, part of the Doughnut Extravaganza recipe I had made way back in Kingston.

“Look, that’s the dessert I made for you, the first time I cooked dinner for you.”

“Yeah, that was great. That’s pretty much when I decided you were the right girl for me.”

“You liar,” Andrew responded, “You liked Frankie the minute you saw her. You said you wanted to….” He trailed off, realizing the truth might not be appropriate.

But Jake just laughed, “Yeah, I wanted to do her from the moment I saw her. But, she’s the only one I’ve wanted to keep doing.”

“Could you be any less romantic?” I wondered. And maybe he wasn’t the best with flowery words and phrases, but here I was in the restaurant of my dreams with good friends, and I felt completely happy. So I put an arm around him and gave him another kiss. Who knew what the future would be for us, but for once I wasn’t going to be the one to worry about it. I’d just enjoy the summer, day by day, and see what happened.

Just then Chuck himself came out from the kitchen. He was just as cute in person as on TV, and he was smiling at us. At me!

“Hey guys, I heard that you were here, Jake, and I’m a big hockey fan so I wanted to meet you!” They shook hands and talked a bit about the playoffs. And Jake introduced me as his girlfriend and the reason we were here. As Chuck kissed me on both cheeks, I could feel Jake’s hand on my back and it seemed like all my fantasy worlds were coming together at once. We talked a bit about what Chuck recommended tonight and decided to put ourselves in his hands, and then he headed back to the kitchen.

And soon, it would be time to eat.

The End

From the Author

Hey, congratulations on finishing this very, very long book! I had a Honey’s doughnut to celebrate when I published it, so maybe you should have a treat too. I think Frankie and Jake would approve! If you enjoyed the book and would like to leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I would really appreciate it.

Speaking of appreciation, I would like to thank everyone who helped me to create this book. First off: my editor, Amy Duli, who has the aplomb to read through sex scenes and notice missing punctuation. Thanks for everything, Amy! Secondly, to Caro, Val, Lee, and Vicki: thanks for beta-reading and more importantly, thanks for all your moral support. Finally, I’d like to thank the many people I’ve met online who encouraged me to write and to publish.