Chocolate Bites by Vic Winter

Chocolate Bites
    By Vic Winter
    Connor wasn’t nervous.
    He was excited; it was finally opening day of his very own bakery. This was the culmination of his dreams, the thing he’d been working for ever since he’d first walked into La Gourmande and asked to train under Pierre LaMonde, one of the best bakers in the country, or so Pierre would tell you. Connor’d learned his craft, he’d found a home, a place where he wanted to live and sell his wares. He’d found the perfect storefront, even if he did have to wait over a year to actually buy it.
    It was here now, though: his opening day. The cases were full of pastries, cakes and cookies, the shelves loaded with bread and buns. There were a half dozen little tables with chairs spread out in the front of the shop with the hopes that people would drop in for bread and stay for a sweet bite or two along with a coffee, or even a hot chocolate. Dayton had insisted that there had to be hot chocolate available, no matter how hot the day outside. It was kind of cute, actually, how much his big, bad, growly lover was stupid for chocolate.
    So, Connor wasn’t nervous. He was anxious.
    What if there were no customers? He shook his head; he’d built his reputation in town already by selling out of The Silver Kitchen Diner. Everyone knew him, knew his wares. Still. He was living with the town bad boy -- a werewolf who even had a bad boy reputation among his own kind. What if that put people off? What if they stayed away because he was gay and...
    What if people stayed away because of the werewolf pacing in front of the counter, growling and looking at his watch?
    Connor wasn’t nervous, but Dayton clearly was and it was going to make him crazy.
    Connor tried a little growl of his own to get Dayton’s attention. It worked. Dayton stopped pacing and his head swung around. “Mate?”
    Oh. That word still filled Connor with pleasure. It started low in his belly and spread out from there, all warm and fluttery. It aroused him, too, his cock starting to fill in his baker’s whites. Dayton knew it, his head lifting slightly, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply. A warm smile spread across Dayton’s face and he growled, the sound low and vibrating in Connor’s balls.
    Connor moaned. He couldn’t help it. There was just something about Dayton. There always had been, right from the start.
    He took a step back as Dayton took a step forward. They had time before he was supposed to open the shop at seven, but he really didn’t want to be caught in flagrante or in anything else by anyone wandering by who happened to look in. It was one thing to know that the baker and the werewolf were lovers, it was quite another to get a front row seat to the fucking itself.
    Dayton was taking his retreat as a challenge, Connor could tell and he turned and ran, eager to get to the privacy of the kitchen before Dayton caught up with him. He nearly made it, too.
    Instead, they went down hard right in front of the swinging doors. Dayton managed to drop him and flip at the same time, so he landed on top of his lover instead of underneath. Just as he was thinking happy thoughts about not being on his back on the cold floor, though, Dayton flipped them again, hips grinding into his. Suddenly the cold floor didn’t seem that bad, and the pastry filled counter hid them from view.
    When Dayton’s mouth covered his, tongue pushing into his mouth to taste, Connor had to admit that any thoughts disappeared in a rush of heat and want and need. There’d never been that many men before Dayton, but nobody compared to Dayton. Nothing had ever felt the way Dayton’s kisses did, the way Dayton’s love-making did.
    Connor managed to get a leg wrapped around Dayton’s hip, and he pulled his lover in as close as he could.
    One of Dayton’s hands slid into his pants, fingers wrapping roughly around his prick. Connor bucked up into the touch and wrapped his hands around Dayton’s shoulders. Oh, God. Good. He