Page 75 of I Choose You

Her eyes opened wide.

Mercedes cracked up.

“Cake. To taste a cake,” Brooke emphasized.

“You sure?” I teased.

She licked her lips and didn’t cower from my stare.

I loved this side of her. Teasing, playful, and not backing down. She wouldn’t freak out at saying something dumb, and that was a rare trait to find.

“What’d I miss?” Kody asked as he entered, breaking the spell.

Brooke glanced back at me, sighing. “May as well get started.”

I never paid attention to the desserts at weddings. They were just there. Expected. All were baked with sugar. Each one was decorated and elaborate. It was cake. I was a simple guy. Cake was cake.

Being so simple-minded about the baked treat, I was wholly unprepared for how intensive this spread would be. Fourteen flavors of cake. Seven types of frosting. A variety of icings. It reminded me of the statistics class I’d barely passed in college. Permutations with food.

I zoned out when the baker’s assistant in charge of helping us started to sound like a geometry teacher. Square, stacked, rectangular, tiered. Circles and hey, even custom whatever shapes, too. I didn’t care about its dimensions. Mercedes was prepared with the only vital information we had to keep in mind—to make sure that it would be enough for the guests, the total of which Mercedes had written down.

“Simple,” Mercedes reminded the assistant.

“But not bland,” I added for her.

Between the two of us, we should be able to narrow the options. The woman didn’t seem to understand either of those words though because she continued to show us pictures of ornate towering structures that likely required a machete to cut through.

We’d already gone through the tasting, but some samples were left over.

“Hands down, I vote for chocolate,” Brooke said.

I tried to refrain from reacting to the sexy moans she let out with her lips wrapped around that fork. If she’d slipped and said cock instead of cake when she arrived, she had to have been thinking about it. And it better have been mine. She could have been making those appreciative noises with her mouth on me.

Her mewls of approval and the motions of her lips had my dick waking up way too fast than what was appropriate for a bakery.

“That chocolate will go straight to your ass,” Kody said.

I clenched my jaw.

“Hmmm.” Brooke turned and looked over her shoulder. “This ass?”

She slanted her leg out, and fuck me if it wasn’t a suggestive pose. I grinned, losing that spike of anger at his comment. She wasn’t taking his shit.

“God, I wish I had legs like yours,” Mercedes told her wistfully after shooting Kody a stern look. “Are you a runner?”

“Rowing and spin. Between those, you target it all.” She smoothed her hand over her sexy ass, rubbing salt in the wound for my brother. He wouldn’t get away with calling her fat now. Kody rolled his eyes.

Yeah, you look good and you know it. You tell him, Brooke.

“You liked chocolate in high school too, Brooke,” he said. “Maybe that’s why you had acne.”

Mercedes coughed on her bite of cake. Covering her mouth, she struggled to get it down. Brooke patted her back.

“Is someone choking?” a worker called out.

No, but he’s about to be as soon as I get my hands on his neck.

“Kody!” Mercedes shouted, aghast. “You are such an ass!”