Johnny is pouting. We usually stop at Candy’s every Friday night, but since tomorrow is Halloween, I told him we’d be taking a break this week.

  “But, I want to go see Candy,” he says, stomping off as we get home.

  “Me too, buddy. Me freaking too,” I grouse.

  We usually do pizza, but with Johnny in a mood and let’s face it, mine isn’t much better, we picked up burgers and fries from the diner by his school.

  “You want to eat? The faster we get everything done and the earlier we go to sleep, the faster tomorrow will come,” I try to persuade him.

  “If I have to. It’s just not the same without seeing Ms. Candy on Friday’s,” he pouts.

  “I know, buddy, but she has a lot going on this week. The good news is we have Fall break next week and she has Sunday and Monday off. We’ll get to see her for two days straight,” I bargain.

  “I guess we’ll do things your way, Dad. I’d much rather go to her shop, though.”

  “It stinks, but we’ll see her soon,” I respond, as I take food out of the containers. I go grab Johnny a juice and beer out of the fridge for me, along with ketchup for Johnny’s food. The boy lives off ketchup when it comes to fries, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, and even chicken nuggets.

  The doorbell ringing interrupts us from starting our dinner.

  “I’ll get it!” Johnny is already off his bar stool and flying to the front door.

  “Don’t answer the door until I’m there,” I tell him. He’d open the door to anyone, regardless of who it is.

  “Okay, let me look and see who it is,” I look through the peephole and a huge grin settles over my face.

  “Go ahead and open it, Johnny. I think you’ll like this surprise,” I tell him.

  “Really?” he questions and then he’s unlocking the top lock and opening the door.

  He squeals as he runs to Candy. She opens her arms immediately and picks him up, the two of them hugging. It’s so natural looking. It hits that spot deep in my heart.

  “I hope this is okay,” she says, after hugging Johnny and giving him all the attention he needed. He even held her cheeks as he spoke, so she would only look at him. That boy, he’s so much like me when it comes to Candy.

  “Best surprise, yet,” I tell her and then open the door wider for her to come in. She’s still holding Johnny in her arms.

  “Buddy, you may want to give Candy’s arms a break,” I say as I go to take him from her arms.

  “No. I want to stay right here.”

  “He’s okay, maybe he just needs to be held for a few minutes longer?” she questions.

  “As long as you’re okay. I know this week has been hard on you too, honey.”

  “I’m good, I promise.” We all walk into the kitchen. Johnny only allowing her to set him down so he can eat his dinner and I feel horrible I don’t have food for her.

  “I didn’t think you’d be here for dinner,” I say. I’m already grabbing another plate and halving my food with her.

  “I’m okay. I can just go grab something. I wasn’t even thinking about dinner. My only thought was coming to see my two favorite guys.”

  “We can share this, then we can have ice cream for dessert,” I say, with a wink.

  She makes her way toward me and her arms wrap around my waist. Her head goes to my shoulder and she hugs me. I don’t want to let her go. With that thought, I don’t let her go.

  It’s only when her stomach growls and we both laugh, do I let her go. She sits beside Johnny and we all chow down on our dinner.

  18

  Candy

  Dylan and I tucked Johnny into bed. I thought ahead of time and packed a few things for tonight, mainly clothes and a few toiletries. I have to open up the bakery tomorrow, so that means an early morning for me.

  “You're positive it’s okay if I spend the night? I have to be up and out of the door at six o’clock in the morning,” I tell Dylan, as he carries my bag into the master bedroom.

  “I don’t want you to leave, Candy. If I had my way, you’d move in this weekend,” he grunts.

  “Don’t you think it’s too soon? What if you don’t like me or what if Johnny decides he doesn’t want me in his life?” These are all valid questions. He’s made noise before about me moving in with them, but I’m still apprehensive. Especially for Johnny’s sake.

  “I want you now and forever, we’ve already known each other the past couple of months. Johnny and I weren’t going to the bakery just for desserts. I knew I wanted you to be mine the minute I laid eyes on you, honey. As for Johnny, I think after the way he threw a fit because he couldn’t see “His Candy” as he stated, says it all. He practically stuck to you like an octopus,” he states.

  “I’m just worried, is all,” I tell him, with a small voice and my eyes looking over his shoulder.

  Dylan takes my face in the palm of his hands and guides me to look into his eyes.

  “I want you here, Johnny wants you here. You are where you’re meant to be, here with us. We can take this as slow as you need, but know this, babe. This is us, and this is real. The three of us and maybe one day we’ll add a couple more,” he says.

  His words alone make me take the leap as I lean into him, my lips find his and then Dylan is taking over. My back is on the bed and my hips are cradling his. He’s right in everything, this life was meant for us to live, and I want to live my life to the fullest with him and Johnny.

  My hands go under the white tee shirt he’s wearing, and I go to pull it off of his body, except I get stuck when it comes to our mouths not wanting to let go of each other’s.

  “Fuck, let me take this off,” Dylan grouses. Then he sits up, in between my spread legs. He takes off his shirt and he’s left in his jeans. They’re riding low on his hips and I can see every hard muscle along his chest down to his abs, and even the deep v on his sides. My eyes linger there and that’s where Dylan finds me gazing when he looks at me.

  He slowly unbuttons his jeans and leaves them open. I bring my hands to my own shirt, but my hands are moved before they can complete my task.

  “I want to undress you, Candy. I want to taste every inch of your skin before I make you mine,” he whispers out.

  I lift my arms up as he takes off my tee shirt.

  Dylan unclasps my black lace bra, throwing it over his head somewhere in the bedroom and I can’t help but laugh.

  “God, look how beautiful you are laying there for me. I’m going to savor every moment,” he murmurs and then he’s shifting downward as he rolls my leggings down. Once those are off, I’m completely bare for him now, except for my matching lace panties.

  His nose nuzzles my center. I can feel how wet I am for Dylan. When he licks me through the lace, it’s enough for me to rock my hips into him.

  “Dylan,” I moan. He moves my panties to the side and then his tongue is where it once was, but instead now I can feel every breath of air he takes, every time his tongue laps at my clit, it’s enough for me to already see stars.

  He takes me to a high I’ve never felt before. Not even when I would use my own hands on myself did it feel this amazing.

  He brings his thumb and presses inside me and I go over the edge. My hands hold him right where I need him as he slowly brings me down from an earth-shattering orgasm.

  19

  Dylan

  I could stay between Candy’s thighs forever. The way they quake as she comes, the way she tastes, and the way she feels surrounding me.

  I step off the bed and shuck my jeans off, then my boxer briefs. She’s still open and on display for me, looking as gorgeous as ever.

  Her deep flush turns me on. I notice when she orgasms her whole-body blushes and it’s fucking amazing that I do that to her.

  “We’ll take this as slow as we need to, Candy. No rushing, I promise,” I mean that. Not just about sex, but even our relationship. As much as it would pain me to take our relationship slow, I get it. Johnny and I are a package deal. One I know she’s not apprehensive about, and not about being a part of his life, but more so in doing what’s best for Johnny. She doesn’t realize this yet, but she’s already in mama bear protect her cub mode. Something that hits that spot deep in my chest.

  “I want this Dylan, so badly. But will you go slow? I’m new to all of this,” she mumbles out.

  “You let me know what you need, and we’ll do this at your pace,” I reply and then I slowly crawl back between her legs. When she widens them for me, I know some of her shyness is leaving.

  “Thank you, I want this with you Dylan. So much, we just uh…need to go slow.” That’s when it clicks, she’s trying to tell me, in not so many words, that this is her first time.

  “I’m yours Candy,” I tell her, my lips meeting hers as I kiss her slowly, holding the side of her neck, rubbing my thumb on her pulse point, and feeling it flutter.

  I nip at her lower lip and then my tongue sneaks out to lick the pain away. She chases me as I pull back slowly, wanting to get her ready for my length.

  “Please, Dylan. I need you,” she moans. I slowly insert the head of my cock inside her. I stay still. I could come just like this with the way her pussy is gripping me.

  “Shit, Candy. You gotta stop that or this’ll be over now,” I grunt.

  “But it feels so good,” her head is tipped back, her eyes closed, yet her hips are slowly rocking, and she keeps bearing down on my dick.

  “Slow down, Candy. We have all night. I don’t want to hurt you, honey.” My hands are holding onto her hips, to keep her from thrusting up. I guide myself slowly in and out of her center, allowing her the she needs to get used to my size.

  She does the unthinkable when I ease up from her hips. She thrusts her hips downward as I was slowly moving inside of her. She cries out in pain when we break through her barrier. I instantly hold her body to mine, my forearms next to her head, and I kiss away the tears that are trying to slip down her cheeks.

  Once her tears are gone, I take her mouth. Trying to relax her as much as possible. When I feel her body soften and I don’t feel her tense up anymore, I lazily glide in and out of her tight heat. I bring my thumb to her clit, wanting her to come before I do.

  Candy reaches for my shoulders, her fingers pressing into my skin, and her body rocks in time with mine.

  I pinch her clit and she comes for me. It takes everything I have not to come inside her. I’m not sure if she’s on any kind of birth control and I don’t want to take the option away from her.

  I pull out to stroke my cock, her hand meeting mine, she helps me as I come, painting her stomach, and the top of her pussy with my essence.

  “Fuck, Candy. That was everything, honey,” I mumble, as I fall to my side, bringing her on top of me. I don’t care that we’re making a mess all over each other.

  “It was amazing,” she says softly, her eyes drowsy and she has a small smile playing on her face. I hold her for a few minutes, until she’s asleep. I grab my discarded tee shirt and clean us up and then move her under the covers. She didn’t even make a peep as I manipulated her body. That’s how exhausted she is.

  Once I’m in beside her, I set the alarm clock for five o’clock in the morning and then I spoon her, my chest to her back. Nothing is between us, it’s our bodies together, tangled in the sheets.

  20

  Candy

  I wake to Dylan lazily kissing up and down my throat. I flop on my back and slowly open my eyes. He’s the best thing to wake up to this early in the morning.

  “I’m not sure I want to leave your cozy bed,” I say, with a coy smile.

  “My bed or me?” Dylan questions, as he nuzzles into my neck, it makes my breath hitch.

  “Well maybe more you, but your bed is really comfortable too,” I yelp out, as he nips at my neck.

  “It better be me. You’d better get up though. I know you have to open the shop and get things ready for Halloween,” he grouses.

  “It’ll be over in the nick of time and we can relax and laze around with Johnny tomorrow as he counts all of his candy,” I say with a chuckle. Knowing Johnny, he’s going to barter his way to have however much candy he can get out of Dylan.

  “He’s going to be a monster with all the candy he collects, not to mention a certain baker that sends us home with every sweet treat we can get our hands on,” Dylan gets up and reaches for my hand. We’re both still naked and I stand up, he envelopes me in the warmth of his arms.

  When we pull apart, I go to my bag that’s laying haphazardly in the corner of his bedroom. I bend over to pick out my outfit. I’m not dressing up in a costume for Halloween, but I did decide on wearing pumpkin leggings and a shirt that has a jack o’lantern on it.

  While I’m bent over, I screech as Dylan swats my ass, “Shower time, honey, or you’ll really be late.”

  I guess I was caught up in what I was doing today and didn’t realize the clock was ticking. I put my clothes on the bed and grab my toiletry bag and follow Dylan into the bathroom.

  The shower is already going, and I place my stuff on the sink and then get in. Dylan is nowhere in sight and I was hoping he would join me. I get in and shower, making quick work of what needs to get done.

  Once I’m done, I get out, dry off, and moisturize. I do my morning routine, putting on a few coats of mascara, some lip gloss, and call it a day.

  My towel is still wrapped around my body after I put lotion on. I go into the master bedroom and get dressed for the day. There’s a slight ache in my center but nothing that can wipe the smile off my face.

  I get dressed and then take my hair down, fluffing my natural waves. I make a pit stop on the way to the kitchen and peak in on Johnny. He’s still fast asleep, holding his stuffed bear. It tugs at my heart strings and I hate that I don’t get to say good morning to him before I go.

  “There you are,” I hear whispered out, as I closed Johnny’s bedroom door carefully.

  “I couldn’t help it,” I respond to Dylan. He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen, but not before I saw him smiling.

  Breakfast is ready and waiting. It’s not much but it’s more than I would do for myself. Dylan has a mug of coffee ready for me along with a breakfast sandwich. Before I sit down to eat my meal, I go to him, up on the tip of my toes and kiss the underside of his jaw as I say, “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I know today is going to be long. Do you need help at the shop before the trick or treaters come around?” he asks.

  “I think Kelly and I have everything set up, but I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing my two favorite guys before the craziness ensues. From what I’ve heard in the past years, we get people from the surrounding towns, too,” I tell him, as I take my first sip of coffee. I close my eyes in bliss.

  “It can, add into that the tourists. I hope you bought enough candy,” Dylan is chuckling at the way I take my first sip of coffee. I look up at him and say, “You make a mean cup of coffee, Mr. Sullivan.”

  “That’s what you always say,” he rolls his eyes, but I see his smirk as he takes a sip of his own coffee. I get lost in my thoughts about how this could be something we do every morning. If Dylan brings the subject up again, I’m going to leap, and move in with Dylan and Johnny. They both are so ingrained in my heart, I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

  I finish eating and take my plate to the sink, rinsing it off, and then go right back to where I need to be most, in Dylan’s arms.

  “I’ll see you soon. I can’t wait to see Johnny all dressed up, and to answer your question, I’d love to see you guys early. Come whenever you want. I have plenty of things Johnny can help me with while he’s there.”

  “You mean you have plenty of snacks for him to decorate and bring home?” he questions.

  “I can’t help it. He melts my heart, Johnny gets so excited when he comes into the bakery.”

  “I know it’s one of the many things I love about you,” Dylan responds, as he grasps my neck, his thumb going to my pulse point. A place he loves to touch every chance he gets.

  His head dips down and he’s giving me a mouthwatering kiss, one that leaves me wanting more.

  “See you soon, honey,” he says, with huskiness in his voice and if I don’t leave right now, I never will.

  “I can’t wait,” I take off for the front door with a smile on my face.

  21

  Dylan

  “Why didn’t you wake me up, Daddy? I wanted to have breakfast with her,” Johnny says, before I even get a good morning. He came in the kitchen and saw her mug on the counter and her purse missing by the front door.

  He commenced pouting right away. I gather him up in my arms, his bear in one arm and his blanket over his shoulder, like a cape.

  “Buddy, I didn’t want to wake you up, because we’re going to be up pretty late. Plus, Ms. Candy asked if you could come to her shop and help her before we trick or treat.” I try to appease him. I see it’s not really working.

  “But, Daddy, I miss her.” He’s stuck on wanting to see his Ms. Candy.

  “Okay, why don’t we see if we can FaceTime her, but if she’s busy we have to understand. She’s working, okay?”

  “Okay, can I make the call?” he asks with excitement now. I’m silently praying Candy can answer the phone. I know how my boy feels, I don’t like to be without Candy either.

  “Here you go,” I hand him my phone and come to sit down next to him. We’re by the front door. Johnny plopped down looking at the front door when he realized Candy wasn’t here.

  The phone rings and then I hear the noise where it connects. I look down at my boy and he’s all smiles.

 

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