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We’d done that a bit backwards.
“Fuck, you have big fingers, my ogre,” she moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs more. “When we get to sex and you decide I’m keeping you, I expect one of those in my ass when you fuck me with your little ogre.”
I almost came. I almost spontaneously creamed myself, the image of that so hot. I got so riled up, I took care of her until she passed out. And still, I wanted more of her.
“I want to be your familiar so you better fucking keep me,” I whispered against her lips before tucking her in.
Again, I wanted to stay, but I was worried about rocking the boat until after the launch. All the invites had been delivered with sample packs, and businesses were wanting to start ordering before the main date.
Two weeks seemed forever.
But work helped the time fly. Over half the fence was up and the new industrial shed with everything we needed inside.
Things were moving fast, and more help was being tried out with a bunch of the college students. The only problem was a few didn’t want to listen to me since I was younger.
Too fucking bad. I was bigger than all of them, so they could shove it or Adrena would find different help. She bought two electric cars for deliveries that had fold-down back seats formore cargo room as apparently there was alotof interest and pushing to get first in line to start using her jams.
After talking with Meave, she offered to have the launch be part business association event as she was allowing people to bring samples of what they wanted to use her products in. Adrena wasn’t just allowing them a bunch of free jars, but if they had a specific idea, she would let them purchase the jars they needed to make it happen and a discount idea later for bulk.
Damn.
The best was when she talked with a catering place and they gave her the amount to do a crawfish boil and cook it at her house. Her reaction was hysterical as she kept telling them that couldn’t be the right number.
She went on her laptop and about blew a gasket when she found she could buy a super nice seafood boiler for about the price they were offering and cooking time was about five minutes once warmed up.
So instead, she got the larger version that could do two big bags of crawfish with all the fixings and now had it for any time she wanted to do any seafood boils. I loved how she just cut through the bullshit like that.
She had the spit roaster and a pig coming, more food for her huge smoker, and all around it seemed like a party I’d want to go to even if everything else sucked.
Things progressed and more got done including getting the storage area loaded with more and more cases so she was ready the moment the website started. And she would need it because she still sold out the next Saturday at the farmers markets too.
That was reason to celebrate and only a week left to the launch, I wanted to make sure her stress was low, but I messed up.
“Have you made your decision?” she asked me, her voice hesitant, and I couldn’t read what was swimming in her eyes.
I kissed her, not about to play off I didn’t know what she meant. “After the launch. Let’s talk after it.”
She flinched and her look changed. “Sounds good.”
But I didn’t think that was what she really wanted to say. I went to ask what I’d said wrong, but instead she pushed on my shoulder and I took the hint, getting lost in her body and making her feel good… But it was harder to make her finish.
It seemed distant, not even that connection like the first night. Had I messed this all up again?
She couldn’t think I was rejecting her, right? Clearly, something had changed though. And for a couple of days, I thought it was just being busy, and then Deon came out for the last of everything.
I didn’t understand it and tried to bring it up after Deon left.
“You love my big titties, right, Finn?” she purred as she pulled off her clothes. She waited until I nodded. “Why aren’t you sucking on them while you finger me with those big fingers? Bring that fat cock over here and I’ll take care of you too.”
And that was when it hit me… No pet names.
No calling me her ogre or anything else. I didn’t think she’d called me Finn in bed at all so far.
I wanted to fix this. I wanted to promise I wanted her and to be real. I couldn’t commit to forever after not even a month, but I knew I wanted it to work out like that.
Still, I did as she wanted, loving the feeling of her hand on me, her skin under my lips, and her cries of bliss echoing in the room. But I wanted my cinnamon back.
I wanted my spicy sweetheart that spoiled me rotten. This was just going through the motions. And then I realized even the food was great, but she didn’t ask what I wanted or check I loved it.
