Laird Shares His Concerns

“So, you finally met my parents,” Martina said. Last night she and Laird had dinner with her parents and it had been a blast.

“Yes. I was nervous at first but they made me feel so welcome. They are two of the warmest people I’ve ever met.”

“Yes, they are. They were quite taken with you, especially my mother. I think she enjoyed having another man to fuss over and she gave you the biggest slice of her Guyanese Sponge cake.”

“That cake was out of this world.”

“Wait until you taste her Black cake.”

“Is it better than yours?”



“She loves to bake more than I do. Maybe I can ask her to bake our wedding cake.”

“Would she really do it?”

“She might. I’ll ask her the next time I speak to her.”

“If she’s unable to do it, I have a friend who is a wedding cake designer. She has worked with hundreds of couples to create their dream wedding cake designs.”

“I’ll call my mother later and ask her. If she can’t do it, we’ll go with your friend.”

“All right. By the way, Antonia called me this morning. She thanked me again for having lunch with her. I wish she would stop making such a big, bloody fuss about it.”

“I thought you said that it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.”

“It wasn’t but I never want to do it again.”

“All right, Honey. Is that why she called you?”

“No, she asked me for your number but I told her that I would ask you to call her instead.”

“Did she say why she wanted to speak to me?”

“No, but I’m guessing that it’s her attempt to be friends with you.”

“That’s sweet of her.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t trust her any more than I like her.”

“Oh, Laird. Why can’t you give her the benefit of the doubt?”

“I know Antonia and I don’t trust her. She has an ulterior motive for wanting to be your friend.”

“Why can’t the reason be that she just wants to be my friend?”

“Well, it’s up to you if you want her friendship but for the record, I don’t like it.”

“What does your father think?”

“I haven’t told him.”

“Oh. Did you tell him that you had lunch with Antonia?”

“Yes, I did.”


“He already knew because she had already told him.”

“Oh. It would be interesting to know what your father thinks about her wanting to be friends with me.”

Laird’s gaze narrowed. “Why does his opinion matter so much to you?” he asked.

“It matters in this situation because he would be more objective, I think.”

“Why ask him? Why not ask Emma? You and she are supposed to be best friends.”

“Yes, we are best friends.”

“Then, ask her what she thinks about you and Antonia becoming friends and see what she says.”

“All right, I’ll ask her.”

“She’s a woman. She’ll have a better idea than my father.”

“Laird, why don’t you want me to ask your father about Antonia? Is it because he doesn’t know how she feels about you and you would rather he didn’t?”

“No. That isn’t the reason.”

“What is it, then?”

“Last evening when we were at my flat, he called and you and he spent a considerably long time talking on the phone.”

“You were busy in the kitchen and you asked me to answer the phone.”

“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to be talking so long to him. When I finally spoke to him it was for less than ten minutes.”

“We weren’t talking that long. Probably twenty minutes.”

“What do you two find to talk about, anyway?”

“We talk about different things, mostly the wedding. I thought that you were happy that we get along so well.”

“There are times when I think that you get along too well.”

“Laird, are you jealous of your father and me?”

“I don’t want to be but there are times when I can’t help it. Pathetic, isn’t it?”

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She went over to him. “There’s no reason for you to be. I’m fond of your father because there are qualities in him which are in you. He’s special to me because he’s the father of the man I’m madly in love with. I’m grateful to him for you.”

Laird stood up. “I’m sorry for being such a jealous fool,” he muttered thickly. “It’s just that I love you so bloody much.”

“And I love you very much too.” She reached up and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him.

Moaning against her lips, he kissed her back hungrily as desire consumed him. For several minutes, they exchanged hungry kisses and then, he dragged off her jacket, tossing it on the floor. Her top followed. When she was in her bra, he pressed his lips urgently against the side of her neck while reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp. Her bra was removed and discarded. She closed her eyes and groaned when he lowered his head and fastened his mouth to one of her nipples. Her fingers gripped his head, holding it there against her. Then, he raised his head as he pulled her skirt down. It fell about her feet and her underwear followed. She was naked.

He drew back to strip and then, he got down on the floor. He pulled her down and she lay there on her back, breathing heavily. Driven by love and desire, he covered every inch of her body with kisses making her writhe under him. Then, he opened her legs wider and buried his face between them. The pleasure was so intense that Martina thought that she was going to pass out. The noises she made inflamed Laird and after she convulsed violently against him, he positioned himself between her legs, his breathing harsh and unsteady and his face flushed.

She grunted when he entered her and closed her eyes, clinging to him when he began to thrust vigorously against her. He closed his eyes shut and his head fell back on his shoulders as he slammed his hips forward, his moans mingling with hers. The sex was explosive and afterwards, they lay spent in each other’s arms.

“I’m yours, Laird,” she whispered. “All of me–my heart, body, soul and mind are yours. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, I do. And I believe that you’re bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh and that nothing and no one can come between us.”

She smiled and kissed him on his damp forehead. “Good.”

Source: Malarkey Cakes

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