Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
IZZY
“M
y cookies!” I shout.
I forgot that Zach was still inside me until we both start to scramble up. The feeling of his still mostly hard cock pulling out of me has me releasing a moan.
“Sorry, Sweets.” He chuckles and pecks me on the nose. “Already dealt with the cops this week, I’d prefer to avoid the firefighters. Plus,” he adds, while pulling the condom off with one hand and pulling up his briefs and jeans with the other, “you aren’t really dressed for company.”
I look down. Right, I’m completely naked. I don’t know how Zach managed to do all of that without taking his pants off. The man is talented.
“Sugar, is there stuff in both ovens?” He asks, heading towards the kitchen.
“Yes!”
I jump up, trying to decide what to do to help. Zach has a towel wrapped around each hand and he’s pulling the trays of black, smoking cookies out of each oven.
“Grab the door for me. I’m gonna toss these outside.”
“Okay!” I head towards the front door.
“I’m loving the confidence, Izz, but maybe wrap a blanket around yourself. Hmm?”
Ah, yes. Still naked.
I pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around myself like a giant towel. I dart back to the front door, past a smirking Zach, and pull it open.
Zach walks straight outside, down the steps, and into the driveway, where he sets down the two scorched pans.
Watching his back muscles ripple, I realize that he’s still shirtless.
When Zach stands, he waves towards the street. I look up and see the Andersons, the older couple that lives across the street, standing in their yard, rakes in hand, gawking at a half-naked Zach.
“Good afternoon!” Zach calls out.
Mrs. Anderson titters and waves back.
Mr. Anderson rolls his eyes, “Isabelle, do you mind bringing your chef back inside so my wife here can get back to focusing on our chores.”
“Sorry!” I squeak out, realizing that Mr. Anderson has noticed me standing here in nothing but my blanket.
Zach is laughing as he walks back into the house.
Removing my hand from the handle, he shuts the door and presses me against the wall.
“You, my sweet and sexy Sugar, are trouble.”
“I don’t know - ”
Zach stops my rebuttal with a hard kiss. Then steps away to open the windows and use a spare dish towel to fan fresh air at the smoke detector. I shamelessly watch, not offering to help. When the beeping stops, Zach sets the towel down and leans against the island.
In the new silence, we both hear the music coming out of my phone.
Snatching it off the counter, Zach looks at the screen. “Has this been on the whole time? Did we just have sex to the Backstreet Boys?”
“ 'Fraid so,” I laugh, taking my phone back and pausing the music.
Zach smiles before pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. “I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a nap. Thankfully, today is a full rest day. No practice, no game, and after last night I need some downtime.”
I smile into his chest. “That sounds wonderful. I didn’t get much sleep, either.”
I go to pick up my discarded pajamas, but Zach grabs my hand and tugs me towards the hall.
“Leave them. We’re napping naked.”
