Teddy

RYLIE: I'm here. Where are you? You better not be ditching me for J's dick.

ME: I'm coming!

RYLIE: That's what she said.

The bell above the door at the Cozy Corner Café announces my presence as I rush inside to meet my best friend for our standing Monday morning breakfast date. It's almost unheard of for Rylie to arrive before me, but I blame it on my boyfriend this morning. I knew I should have stayed at my own place last night; I even told Jensen this. He's just too damn persuasive when he wants to be.

Damn him and his stupidly talented hands and good looks. Can we just pause a moment to celebrate both those attributes because neither can be praised enough. I've always found Jensen attractive, but now that I get to see more sides of him, and benefit quite nicely, if I must admit, his attractive ratings have skyrocketed.

Like the way he blocked me from leaving this morning, pinning the front of my body against his door, wedging my legs apart with his foot.

"Where do you think you're going?" he huffed into my ear while his hands roamed my body, one cupping a handful of boob while the other worked the button of my jeans undone.

When I half-heartedly struggled against him, reminding him of my breakfast plans, he thrust his hard dick into me from behind. "You forgot something, baby." He shoved a hand down my pants, into my panties and straight to my pussy, already wet for him.

"What?" I asked between pants, playing along with the charade.

"This." He plastered our bodies together, rocking into me repeatedly as his hand worked in my pants, rubbing and tweaking with his thumb against my clit while finger fucking me with two fingers.

I moaned his name, my cheek pressed against the door as I writhed against his hand. "You're going to make me late."

He continued to work his hand in my pants while palming my boob with the other hand. "Better hurry and come then, baby."

"Jesus, Jensen," I whispered breathlessly, my hips bucking wildly. "You're so good at this. I'm so close."

"Baby, you're so fucking hot right now. It's a good thing you're leaving because I just might lose all control and fuck you against this door." His thrusts against me sped up in time with his hand, and my body thumped against the door repeatedly.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Jensen," I shouted as I squeezed my eyes shut and my knees buckled.

Jensen supported my weight as he continued his glorious assault on my body, and I moaned wildly as I came apart on his hand, my chest heaving with labored breaths. "Jensen, fuck, what are you doing to me?"

He continued to rub himself against me, kneading my breast, his face buried in my hair, groaning loudly. His movements stalled and he grunted his release with a series of curses and then his body collapsed against me, pressing me harder into the door.

"It's not me doing anything to you, baby. It's you. All you. You're doing something to me." He chuckled into my neck, his breathing erratic, heart pounding against me. "Fuck, you drive crazy, Teddy."

I turned to face him, slung my arms around his neck, and nibbled his lip. "Let me guess," I said with a grin. "I made another mess?"

See, attractive ratings? Off the charts. And that's why I'm rolling into the café disheveled and late. But not the least bit sorry.

I slide into the booth across from Rylie, not even bothering to disguise the goofy grin I know is plastered on my face. "I'm here. I'm here. Did you order for us yet? I hope you got bacon. And hashbrowns. And toast. Tell me you didn't order me one of your stupidly healthy breakfasts! If you did, Jensen and I are in a fight for making me late."

Rylie studies me, sitting back in her seat and crossing her legs. "Well, well, well. Did my Teddy Bear get off before coming here? Is that why you're late, messy hair and, apparently, starved?"

I steal Rylie's coffee mug and take a big sip, wagging my eyebrows. "You know it. Jensen and his magic fingers."

She whoops, "I knew it!" She shields her face with a hand and whispers, "He's big isn't he? Never mind, don't tell me. Nope, changed my mind again. I want to know. Big, right?"

I swat her hand away from her mouth. "Stop," I say between giggles. "But, yes, from what I felt. Huge."

She eyes me, her incredulity apparent on her face. "You still haven't seen his dick, Teddy? What the fuck?"

I shrug. "It'll happen. Soon. He's like five minutes away from breaking. But I'm enjoying the show. Having front row seats to Jensen losing control is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. No joke, Ry. I swear half the fun of it is knowing how badly he's fighting himself. Like," I pause to look search for any nearby busybodies, and I mimic Rylie's actions from earlier and shield my mouth with my hand, lowering my voice before I continue, "he pinned me to his door just now, finger fucked me while dry humping my ass so hard that he came in his pants."

"Phew!" She fans her face with her hand. "That's straight up out of a book from the Paperback Riders."

Speaking of which, Loretta saunters over just then, carrying our plates of steaming food. I smile at my friend when my plate is piled with scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, bacon and toast. "Ry," I coo, "you love me!"

"Hey, ladies," Loretta says, then lowers her voice. "I heard the good news. Are you excited about your initiation?"

Rylie and I exchanged confused looks. "Um, what?" Rylie questions the waitress.

"Your initiation," Loretta whispers. "All new members get initiated at their first meeting."

"Elaborate," I urge between bites. "This is the first we're hearing of this."

"Oh, no, no, no. My lips are sealed." She mimes zipping her lips. "You'll see for yourself soon enough. One never forgets their initiation. It's quite the event."

As she walks away, Rylie calls after her, "Just tell us. Is it good or bad? Should we be scared?"

Loretta's cackle does nothing to calm our nerves or quiet our suspicions.

-

THE WARM SUN BEATS DOWN ON ME as I work on this unseasonably warm spring day, dampening all my crevices with unwanted moisture. The foreshadow of the hot workdays to come in the fast-approaching summer makes me regret all the mean things I said about spring in April when winter was still hanging around.

I pause my work, resting the rake against the fence, and use the hem of my shirt to wipe across my sweaty brow. A low whistle has me shoving my shirt down quickly until I realize it's Jensen. Again. The man keeps popping up randomly during my workdays now. I'm pretty sure he's bored in his office and likes any excuse to bail out of there.

"Tell me you're not showing off my tits to anyone but the animals," he says, hopping the fence. He's getting braver around the animals now that he's spending more time around them. The two miniature donkeys lift their heads to acknowledge the intruder but then go on ignoring the humans.

"Pretty sure they're my tits," I say, palming them with a saucy smile.

Jensen pushes my back up against the wooden fence and crowds my space. His warm hands snake under the hem of my shirt and he disproves my statement with claiming grabs of my breasts over my bra. "Pretty sure you're wrong."

I swat his hands away and try to create some space between us, but he hoists me onto the fence and steps between my legs.

"Jensen," I scold, pinching his chin in my hand to force his attention. "Do we really need another conversation about appropriate work behavior? What will this be? Conversation 300 million?"

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the sexy way I love. He circles a hand around my wrist and yanks my hand off his face, forcing it behind my back. "I told you," he rasps with his face inches away from me, his hot breath tickling my lips, "I'm the boss. I get to make the rules."

"Oh yeah?" I question, my voice dripping with sass. "The boss of the farm or the boss of me?"

With a light grip around my throat, he dusts his lips over mine. "Both, baby. I'm the boss of both."

Before he can lean down and take my mouth with his, a voice shouts behind us, "Oh come on, you guys! Get a room already!" I shove Jensen away and hop off the fence, retrieving the rake and immediately getting back to work.

Jensen leans his forearms against the fence and stares down the intruder. "Vivi," he says coolly. "I just got done telling my girlfriend that I'm the boss. Do I need to go over the rules with you, too?"

Vivi rolls her eyes, shifting the clipboard to the opposite arm. "Maybe you're the one who needs a rules refresher. And why are you never in your office anymore? I can never find you. I hate having to hunt you down."

He removes his phone from his back pocket, making a spectacle of checking it. "Huh. I don't see any missed calls or texts." He inserts the phone back into his pocket. "You could always use a phone instead of your legs when you can't find me."

I walk alongside Jensen and pinch the skin on the underside of his arm the same way my mom always would when we were misbehaving in public. He screeches and jumps away from me.

"What the fuck, woman?"

"You're being an ass."

Vivi hides her smirk behind the clipboard. "Hmmm, wonder who the real boss is," she mumbles under her breath.

Jensen sighs. He shoots me a glare before turning to his sister. "I'm sorry I was an ass, Viv. Give me ten minutes and I'll meet you in my office. We can go over whatever the hell that is on your clipboard then, yeah?"

Once his sister is out of view, he pins me against the fence again, staring me down with heated eyes. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Shut up, you big baby. You don't need to be grumpy all the time." I press my lips against his for a quick peck to soften the words. "If you're bored being stuck in your office all day, then make some changes. You don't have to spend the whole day there. Make a schedule where you work the first part of the day in the office and then the rest outside of it. Besides, it can't hurt getting your hands dirty, connecting with the people and the work again. I bet you'd even be a better boss for it."

He studies me a moment, considering my words. "That's not a bad idea, Chipmunk."

"Pretty sure we retired that nickname."

"Pretty sure we didn't."

He cups my cheek before claiming my mouth in a sweet kiss, swiping his tongue against mine a few times, before pulling away. "Supper. My place. Your turn to cook."

"Yes, boss," I confirm with a cheeky grin.

"Brat," he calls over his shoulder as he stalks off in the direction his sister disappeared a few minutes ago.