Wanting Spring: Unbelievable, #3

By Garnet Davenport

Makenna

I've struggled with my weight my entire life and it's always the first thing anyone notices about me. But the first time I get noticed for my weight in a positive way by one of the hottest men I've ever seen I can't wrap my head around it. He's a professional hockey player and I'm just me. I can't let myself fall for someone who is in the spotlight. I won't let myself.

Mason

She's amazing. I want her in my life more than anything I've ever wanted. The first time I saw her could have gone better but I can't do anything about that now. I've tasted her sugar and sweets and I can't let her go. But every time I get her to agree to get to know me some bunny from my past is there to ruin everything. Now I've got to get her to feel comfortable in my world and in the spotlight because she's everything I've ever wanted.


Mature themes and HEA always guaranteed. Must be 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Garnet Davenport
• Release date: Jan 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393621454

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1

SWEET PUCKING CREAM

MAKENNA

I took in a deep breath of the sweet buttercream that was just as addicting as any drug. It’s definitely mine. My own crack. Available twenty-four/seven just to me. That sweet, creamy goodness is one reason I do the things I do. I get hot and sweaty over the big ones. Then, once I’ve done the work, I have to have a taste. When I put it in my mouth, all I can do is moan with delight.

My pleasure isn’t easy to come by. I need the good stuff. When I show it off and my clients’ eyes light up, I know I did a great job. That moment they put my special cream in their mouth and fall in love all over again, it makes me explode. I’m always right there on the edge until that very moment. I watch from the sidelines as they lap up every bit of it. I don’t mind being on the sidelines. I like to watch.

The reception party clapped as the bride and groom sweetly thumbed a small bit of buttercream off each other’s lips. I smiled and turned to get my things from the hotel’s kitchen. I may have catered the entire wedding—my specialty is cake. All kinds. But it’s my special buttercream that has won awards.

I made my way through the back hall toward the kitchen when I heard something clatter to the ground. Then some girl giggled, Yeah, right there. I turned another corner and halted in my step. There was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Sandy brown hair, just a dusting of stubble, tall as a freaking tree, and the widest shoulders I’ve ever seen. He was huge. I knew the groom was a hockey player, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to guess this tall Adonis was one too. Oh yeah, fuck me harder. That was when I noticed the tramp he was holding against the wall. I should have realized he wasn’t the one vocalizing the performance. Her short red dress was bunched up around her waist, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hand gripping her small, toned ass. That’s right people, I wasn’t disgusted by the scene. I was jealous. It’s not so easy to find someone that wants to love on someone considered obese. My mother says big boned, but at some point, you know that’s just not true. My size eighteen ass is at least four times bigger than her little size two.

The slut opened her eyes and saw me watching them. He pounded into her, and she smirked at me before she gave the best performance of her life. Yeah, baby. You’re so big. Fuck.

The guy put one of his hands on the wall and then groaned his release. He was breathing hard when he set her back on the ground. She adjusted her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. She patted him on his chest. We should do that again. Call me. She came sauntering past me. Enjoy the show? she said, smirking, and then kept going.

The guy turned around, surprised. His eyes were like steel as he tucked his dick back into his pants. What the fuck are you doing?

I couldn’t speak. I was frozen. He came toward me. Did you take photos? He must have seen my phone in my hand. I shook my head. He still grabbed my phone out of my hand and started going through it. I only had photos from the bride and groom cutting the cake. It’s the best part of the reception. What the fuck are these? He turned the phone toward me and pushed it into my face.

They told me I could, I meekly said.

They?

I cleared my throat. This was something I had to answer. I needed those photos for my website. Celebrity’s photos are always looked at more than others. And even though I had no idea who Nix Drayden was, I knew he was considered a celebrity. This was a big wedding for me. It could get me tons of business.

Chloe and um… Nix. I’m the caterer. Sugar Mama’s. I made the cake.

He turned the phone back around and started to shuffle through all the food photos. I took photos of everything food. They had ordered a buffet of finger foods for a hundred and fifty people. Can you say ‘hells yeah’? I’ll be able to get the new mixer I’ve been drooling over.

Fine. What were you doing snooping around back here?

I pointed past him. Kitchen.

He turned around, and that’s when a well-timed waiter walked through the door with a tray of champagne. I had selected the best. The bride told me she wasn’t a big drinker, but she was surrounded by them. That’s why I made sure to order extra bottles. I’d eat the cost if I over ordered, but by the smell of sexy ass’s breath, I didn’t over order.

Did you like what you saw? He smirked at me like he was flirting. But he wouldn’t be flirting with me. I’m nobody. And he’s… well, look at him.

I didn’t see anything.

He chuckled. Yeah okay. Another waiter passed with more champagne, and he grabbed a flute off the tray. He tipped it back and walked away from me, leaving me stunned, standing alone while everyone got to enjoy and celebrate love.

God, I hate weddings, I mumbled and stormed into the kitchen to gather my things. I wanted to get the hell out of there before I saw something else I wasn’t supposed to see. My best friend and assistant, Jen, would handle all the clean-up, which gives me a chance to leave on time.

The door swung open when I picked up my planner and messenger bag from the counter. A white blur came rushing through and headed straight at me. Oh my goodness, Makenna! Everything was more amazing than I could have hoped. She threw her arms around my neck, and that was when two peach-colored beautiful women rushed for the bride. I’m pretty sure she had decided to try the champagne.

I laughed. I’m so happy you loved it.

You must be the extremely talented caterer, the black haired bombshell said.

Oh, yes. I’m Makenna. Owner of Sugar Mama’s. Sometimes I wished I hadn’t named my business something that could be misconstrued as an escort service. That was my bad. But I get a lot of phone calls for after-hours fun that turn into cake orders. Mainly bachelor and bachelorette parties.

I’m going to need to get your number. My fiancé keeps telling me to make decisions about our wedding, but the boys are about to turn one, and there’s just not enough time for anything.

Boys? I looked her up and down.

Yep. Joshua and Luca. They surprised us. She laughed with Chloe and the other bridesmaid.

That’s one hell of a surprise. She grew two human beings inside of her, and she still looks better than me. Bitch. I thought it with love, of course. She was beautiful, and she wasn’t being a bitch to me. They were all so small. Not like the fake boobed tramp that was getting fucked in the hall only two minutes earlier. I’ve never been thin. I can’t ever remember a time when I was in the size I should have been for my age. Even as a five-year-old, I wore clothes that probably would fit a teenager. There began my emotional eating story.

I feel like, if I had you behind me, then we would be able to pull something off before Kane decides to knock me up again. She laughed.

The bride, Chloe, laughed awkwardly.

Chloe, are you pregnant again?

The dark-haired beauty hung on her and pulled the bride down toward the floor.

You bitch! I knew there was something up when you didn’t toast with everyone else. The black-haired girl said.

I’m late. That’s all. We don’t know for sure yet, the bride said.

Yet?

Yet.

For some strange reason, I didn’t feel like I needed to be there, but another celebrity wedding would hold down my shop’s rent for at least three months. I needed it. I reached into my messenger bag and pulled out several business cards and passed them out.

Early congratulations. I smiled and handed her a few cards. I also do birthday parties. My line of kids cakes are awesome.

I like you. The girl with black hair said with a smirk. You might just be my new best friend.

I laughed with her for a few moments. Thanks, ladies. I love the compliments.

They are well-deserved, the other girl said. Blake loves the buttercream icing. I think, if he could use it as a lube, he would. Actually, I need to get back out there so that I can pack up a piece. She rubbed her hands together like she was devising a plan. I’m going to use his handcuffs and eat that icing off his dick.

They all burst out laughing. I wish I had friends like these. Anytime I’ve gotten close to having a good friend, something would happen and our friendship was over.

When do you think Blake will give in to her and just let it happen? the black-haired beauty asked.

Who knows? But I wouldn’t be able to say no to buttercream on a cock, the bride said.

The door opened again, and three gods walked into the kitchen. There you are. The groom eased when he found his wife. What are you doing back here?

Talking about eating cake off of a cock. Chloe chortled.

The three gods looked at each other. The tallest one with piercing blue eyes reached for the black-haired beauty and pulled her in close. Is that what I can expect later?

Dude! That’s my sister. The groom growled.

And my soon-to-be wife. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. They had nearly an entire foot of height difference. Even still, they were too cute together.

The last man with a very military haircut reached for the one that had talked about putting my special buttercream icing on his cock. And use handcuffs? Let’s just hope he’s a cop. Well, even if he’s not, that sounds like fun.

Are you okay? he asked her.

Just perfect. I want to lick— She leaned in and whispered in his ear.

I saw a distinct shiver rock through his body, and his face turned bright red.

Everything was great. Thank you so much, the groom, Nix Drayden, said holding out his hand.

You’re welcome. Thank you for the compliments. And just spread the word. I gave them my professional smile and shook his hand.

We better get back out there before they all think I couldn’t even make it through without sneaking away with you. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting you out of that dress, the groom said to his bride.

Good Luck. It was one hell of a task getting her buttoned in it, the black haired woman said.

They all laughed while the groom eyed the dress. The bride smiled mischievously. They started back toward the reception, and I was free to leave. What a crazy fun group of people. I wish I had girlfriends like that. Instead, I’m going home to a one-eyed fuzzy man, who loves tuna, named Mr. Puss. He’s my rescued gray longhaired ragamuffin cat I’ve had now for about two years. And the only man in my life besides BOB. But I figure he doesn’t count since I forgot to get batteries, and I’m considering him dead to me.

I left out the back and went to my catering van I had driven the cake over in. I take full responsibility for that cake from beginning to end. Until the bride and groom smash cake in each other’s faces, I don’t let it out of my sight. Thanks to one unfortunate pre-wedding toast with a bunch of groomsmen and one jilted bridesmaid that happened when I first opened. Needless to say, I felt so bad that the bride’s dream cake was ruined that I couldn’t charge her, and I rushed back to ice the other three tier cake I had and get something on it as quickly as possible. She was happy even if I was up for nearly forty-eight hours straight between the first cake and baking to make up for the loss of that cake.

When I got to my apartment, I started the treacherous task of trying to unlock the deadbolt on my door. It’s been sort of wonky since I moved in almost a year ago. I had to down-grade after I put everything into the new location. It was in a nicer neighborhood, and even if I couldn’t live in that same neighborhood, I wanted what was best for my growing business. Now I live in one of the worst parts of town and need to put a chain lock and a security locking stick after I get inside. The issue was still getting inside. I had to wiggle the keys just right while I held my breath and stood on one leg like a flamingo. It seemed to give just the right leverage to get the lock to release. Too many times, someone that doesn’t live in the building would come walking down the hall while I had to fight with that darn lock.

I finally got that bastard to give up and unlock, and I fly through the door just to lock the quantity of locks from the inside and wait to put the chain on because I was about to pee my pants. I ran through my tiny closet-sized apartment and hurtled over Mr. Puss. The trickling sound echoed in my bathroom. I sighed. Feeling relieved for the first time all day. But Mr. Puss wouldn’t let me hold on to it. His little fuzzy foot was stretching under the door with a small pathetic meow. I laughed. Hold your little kitty paws. I’ll be out in a minute.

Meow.

Fine. Hold on. I pulled open the door. You’re so codependent.

Meoooow.

If you’re going to argue, I’m not going to give you a treat.

Silence. I knew the word treat would get him. He loved his treats. What man doesn’t? I laughed and went to get him his dinner. While I forked out the pâté into his bowl on the counter, I stroked his soft back. I got to see a very sexy man fuck a toothpick tramp tonight. I sighed. Another skinny slut getting a good fucking. I’ve needed that for eighteen months. Craig was my last boyfriend. We were together for a full eight months before he decided that my cake wasn’t good enough and said we could be friends. I found out a month after he broke up with me that he found a girl about a hundred pounds less than me and looked good in a bathing suit. Yep. I opened the refrigerator and took a perusal of the contents. I pulled out my premade batter and plunked two big scoops into a coffee mug. I popped it into the microwave and pulled out my emergency supply of buttercream icing. I was scooping a spoonful when my phone pinged.

Mom:

How did it go?

Me:

It went.

Mom:

I’m sorry. But at least you got paid.

Me:

Yep. Can I talk to you tomorrow?

Mom:

Of course. Sleep good.

Me:

Night.

My microwave beeped, and I pulled out the coffee mug and grabbed the tub of icing. I walked over to the couch and plopped down. I spooned microwaved cake and chased it with a shot if icing. This continued until I felt shaky and probably should have checked my blood sugar—every baker’s nightmare. I left the remnants of my single lady cake on the counter and stumbled toward my bedroom. I had worn a blue wrap dress. I thought it looked good on me. At least it did with all my body armor. Jen said I looked amazing. But as much as I’ve heard that word lately, I think it’s just a word that’s thrown out there too much. I just dropped it into the floor and unhooked all the restraints holding in everything that jiggles. Just so you know—I still jiggle even with it on.

I had to change into more comfortable underwear, and I pulled on a 3XL shirt that came to mid-thigh on me. I was glad it was still loose on me. I’d probably have to quit my job and go to a rehab clinic for sugar addiction. It’s addictive. I removed all my makeup and did my nightly routine of double checking window locks and made sure I put my security stick on my front door. When I made it to my bed, it was almost one. They were probably still partying at the reception. Must be nice to have a social life. I had to get some sleep. I’d be up in less than four hours to get back to Sugar Mama’s.

2

PUCKING BUNNIES

MASON

Fuck my friends. Nix has got it all. Kane has got it all. And I’m stuck in the same place looking for my next lay and going through the motions. Nix and his woman, Chloe, stood in front of friends and family dedicating themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. It felt heavy.

The Badgers have ten days before we go into more games trying to make it to the finals. They decided to take the time to get married. They’re throwing everything off. And honestly, Kane’s not far behind. If he’s not married to Brooklyn within the year, I’d be surprised.

I needed a release. Brittani had winked at me from across the room. With champagne in my system and good decisions taking a backseat, I decided to follow her into the hallway.

I had only wanted Brittani to suck me off. She had been stroking my cock through my pants for twenty minutes before she used the excuse to go to the restroom so that she could suck my cock. But when she offered her cunt, I couldn’t resist. I was just thankful I still had a condom in my wallet. I didn’t know who had invited Brittani to Nix’s wedding, but I was happy they had at least until I saw that beautiful voluptuous creature watching me fuck another woman. Brittni had hiked up her dress that had barely covered her ass, and I rolled that condom on and fucked her against the wall in public. Not one of my finest moments. I had sworn I wouldn’t ever touch one of the puck bunnies, but after watching one of my teammates marry the woman he loves and another one having a family, I felt like I just needed someone to touch. I wish I had been able to touch that caterer instead of some puck bunny that has fucked more than half my team.

When I stormed over to her, I had thought she recorded me fucking Brittani. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of us was blackmailed with a sex tape. When I got close enough to get a good whiff of her, she smelled just like vanilla and sugar. I wanted to lick her like a lollipop. Then when I found out she made all the food, I inwardly groaned. I am a food lover. I can’t make anything worth eating, but I can tell you I can eat it. Then after I went back to my table and had eaten a piece of the cake, I almost came again. That icing. Holy pucking hockey sticks, it was the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.

I spent the rest of the reception looking for that girl. I couldn’t for the life of me find her anywhere. All I had remembered was she had said she catered the entire wedding. Someone here had to have her information. But why in the hell would she want to go on a date with me when she watched me fuck some other slut. I groaned again, remembering the girl I liked when I was in high school. Her thick thighs and curves made my mouth water. But everyone made fun of her because of those very reasons. I decided not to ask her out. Instead, I asked out one of the skinny popular girls. She gave good head too, but she was a complete bitch to the girl I really wanted. I felt like the worst piece of shit after that. I’m even more in the public eye now. I’d never be able to take her on a date with my lifestyle.

Winters had put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in so I could hear him. Did you fuck Brittani?

I narrowed my eyes on him as he sat next to me. Where’s your ball and chain?

He looked around for a moment and then got out his phone. I looked around too. The bride and both her bridesmaids were missing. He looked down at his phone. Pee break.

What the hell do they do in the bathroom together?

Puck if I know. He laughed.

I kept stuffing bite after bite of the cake into my mouth. I looked back at the table that held the rest of the cake. I wanted more. I needed more. This was some seriously good cake. You think I’ll be able to snatch another piece?

You better hurry. I saw Coach going in for a double slice. Winters joked with me, but this was no laughing matter.

I stood like a nervous addict needing another fix. I’ll be back. I casually walked around the table and saw four plates with cake already plated and ready to be devoured. This was one time I was loving the fact that my hands are as big as they are. I picked up all four plates and quickly got back to my table. Winters was cracking up, rocking back and forth in his chair. What a dick.

One of those for me?

Fuck no, I snapped and pulled the plate closest to him toward me. I shoveled two pieces into my mouth quicker than he could even react to my answer.

Slow down, Cooper. You’re not going to want to choke.

Why don’t you go find your baby mama?

Winters looked around again and saw Nix looking around also. There was a possibility there was a