This is the ORIGINAL whipped cream scene, written in response to editor Kris Jacen’s challenge on a Yahoo loop well before Salad on the Side was a thing. In fact, this scene is WHY Salad on the Side became a thing. The scene was tweaked for the book, and appears later in the story than I thought it would.
“Ripe strawberries, fresh from the garden.” Leaning over the bowl, Tobias inhaled deeply and sighed. “This is what you had planned the night Melia bit you, Kyle?”
“This and homemade spaghetti sauce.” I opened the fridge and took out the spray can of whipped topping. “You’ll have to wait on the spaghetti. For some reason, going all furry last night kind of killed my gourmet mood.”
“Hey, a man who feeds me is a man after my own heart.” He took the can from me and turned it to read the ingredient list. “Thought you were vegan.”
“Non-dairy.” I pointed to the words on the label. “That means it’s safe for vegan consumption. Would you like to put that on your strawberries, or are you just going to use it for reading material?”
The front of my shirt was suddenly covered with spurts of white topping. “Oops, sorry.” Tobias’s eyes widened in mock innocence. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“You jerk. This is my best crappy shirt!” I scooped some of the “cream” onto one finger and held it up in front of his face. “Look what you did.”
He took my hand and guided it to his mouth, where he slowly licked my finger clean. My cock twitched and swelled in my jeans. Holy shit. All my fantasies about him flooded into my mind, and I closed my eyes to fight off the urge to crush my mouth against his.
“Tastes pretty good,” he murmured, releasing my hand. “Look at me, Kyle.”
If the eyes were really the windows to the soul, the way the old cliché claimed, the moment I looked at him he’d know how much I wanted him. But his voice didn’t leave room for disobedience. He was the Alpha, and that meant I did what he said, even in human form. Even if I really, really didn’t want to.
I followed his command and opened my eyes. With a face-splitting grin, he pulled the neck of my shirt open and sprayed a stream of whipped topping down over my skin. “There, is that better?”
“Asshole!” I couldn’t help laughing. I yanked off my shirt and surveyed the damage. Topping streaked my chest, dotting my nipples. “You’d better clean this off, Tobias.”
“Yeah? And how would you like me to do that, Kyle?” He turned my name into a low growl. In his eyes, I saw something wild. Not wolf. Something more primal than that.
Before I could squelch the impulse, I replied, “Lick it off.”
He ran his tongue over his lips. Orange flame kindled in his gaze, and he bent and licked a line across my chest from one nipple to the other. I shuddered and clutched the counter behind me to keep from being knocked over by the rush of arousal that coursed through me. My dick hardened to the point of pain, and I let out a low moan.
“Does that feel as good as you taste?” He sucked my nipple between his lips and clamped down lightly with his teeth.
“Fuck, yeah,” I gasped. “Tobias—” I stopped, not knowing whether to beg him to stop or to keep going, to bring us both past the point where anything mattered other than the physical. The point where we could forget about being neighbors, about him being my Alpha now, and just rip off our clothes and fuck.
I was pretty much already there.
“You’re not clean yet.” He swirled his tongue over my skin. “I think I like this even better than fresh strawberries.”
“Tobias!” I closed my eyes and let my body take over. The point of contact between his tongue and my chest grew to a bonfire that spread through me. My cock strained against the front of my jeans, wanting release in every sense of the word.
And he didn’t stop. Making soft sounds of pleasure, low grunts that bordered on growls, he licked every spot of topping from me. I tensed and thought frantically of baseball and my former next-door neighbor’s hugely ugly housedresses to keep the explosion of my climax at bay.
Finally, he looked up with a satisfied smirk. “All clean.”
“Fuck.” I leaned against the counter, breathing heavily. “Tobias, what the hell are we doing? Because I have to tell you, I’m now horny as hell, and if you aren’t going to do anything about it, please leave so I can, er, relieve myself.”
He laughed, a rich sound that rolled over me like warm water. Without answering my question, he unfastened his button-fly jeans and shoved them to the floor. His long cock sprang against his abdomen, a droplet at its tip.
He picked up the spray can and squirted a ring around his dick. “Banana split?”
I cracked up. “You are a dork, you know that?”
“Yeah.” His tone turned serious. “Your dork, if you want me. You think I didn’t know how you feel about me, Kyle? I held back because of the whole wolf thing, not because I didn’t want you. But now…” He gestured at himself. “I’m here, and I’m naked. What are you going to do about it?”
I dropped to my knees. Every single fantasy I’d had since moving in was about to come true, and I damn sure wasn’t going to hesitate to take the offer. “I’m going to lick you clean,” I said hoarsely.
“Good.” His fingers twined through my hair. “And then?”
“And then.” I licked up his shaft from the base to the tip, and enjoyed the power surge from hearing his soft moan. “And then, we’ll fuck.”