Page 97 of Pretty Wild
“Whatcha making?” I ask, noticing the messy counter.
“Ummm, muffins?”
“Was that a question?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Yeah, well, I’ve never made them before, and Jillian swore they were easy. She sent me a recipe and everything, but I thinkshe’s a liar. This isn’t easy,” she proclaims, clearly frustrated with her first attempt at baking.
“I’ll help you,” I insist, bringing her hand to my mouth and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
“You will?”
“Of course. I just need to shower first.”
She pulls back as her eyes slowly trail down my body. “I’ll help you,” she repeats, a big grin on her lush lips. Lips I hope will be wrapped around my cock in just a little bit.
“What about the muffins?” I ask, not caring in the least what happens to the ingredients.
“What muffins?”
Ryan
I groan and close my eyes, letting the pleasure course through me. This. Being with Marcus. Best. Feeling. Ever.
“Good?” he asks, digging his thumbs into the pads of my foot.
“Your hands are pure magic,” I whisper.
“Just wait. I can do more with these hands,” he says, the innuendo heavy between us.
He continues to rub my feet, the water in the huge tub lapping just below my shoulders. It’s Labor Day weekend, what is dubbed as the end of the summer tourist season. The parkis full of families taking advantage of the lake, trails, and cabin rentals one last time before fall approaches.
I’ve officially been a resident of Pine Village for a week now, and I’ve never felt more at home. The townspeople welcomed me with open arms, and while I’m sure fans and members of the media will eventually descend upon this small town, it shouldn’t be what it was the first time.
I was able to get out of the second year of my contract. My dad’s lawyers combed through the documents and found the loophole. I was able to terminate the contract without paying out the ass in penalties. I’ve decided to focus on my makeup line, which is showing steady gains in each report I’m presented.
I’m also returning attention to my YouTube channel. I cover a little bit of everything, from makeup and skincare tips—it’s a fabulous way to promote my product—as well as throwing in random episodes, like showing pieces of what happens on the inside of the business and peeks at life inside our home. Of course, Marcus doesn’t want anything to do with my on-screen presence, but he supports my desire to stay visible and relevant.
Plus, it’s fun. In the last week, I’ve made four YouTube tutorial videos, and all received thousands of views within the first twenty-four hours. I touched on makeup techniques, skincare tips, and even discussed the muffin recipe I’m perfecting.
I’m set up to work from Pine Village. He turned the downstairs bedroom into my home office, so I can still very much be part of running and growing my business. I’ll still have to travel, but at least it’s not back and forth from California to Wisconsin every weekend like it was before I relocated. My first big travel is a trip to Paris. I’ve been a few times over the years, but this is the first time I’m doing it for my own career, not that of my mom or dad. Plus, it’s Marcus’s first trip out of thecountry, and I’m eager to show him my favorite romantic spots around Paris.
Tonight, after a long day, Marcus surprised me with a bath in his huge tub. It’s not my first one, but itisour first one together. He even went as far as to light some candles I had around the cabin, as well as turn on some romantic country playlist he found on the internet.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Paris,” I reply, a dreamy little smile on my lips, as I close my eyes and sink a little lower into the water.
“Yeah?” He switches feet, starting to rub the ball of my left foot.
“Are you excited?”
“To go to Paris?” he asks, then shrugs in response, water glistening off his broad shoulders. “I’m excited to go with you. And fuck you in some fancy French hotel with a view of the Eiffel Tower.”
I snort a giggle and shake my head. “Typical Marcus. Always thinking about sex.”
“Always,” he replies, waggling his eyebrows. “Why do you think I agreed to this bath?”
After a few blissful minutes, I ask, “Are you happy?”
