Bikers and Bakeries

Divorce and Dessert

Melody POV

Where is he? Melody thought to herself as she walked around her SUV. He promised to be here and help. Mike, her husband, was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and shrugged. It was hard enough having to load the ten bags of flour by herself, but now she was going to have to bring them into the bakery as well. She would have tried the mate bond to contact him, but he had been ignoring her more than usual lately.

Their bond was not really stable to begin with, not being fated mates and all. She had hoped though that Mike was truthful to her when he persued her those three years ago. Fresh out of culinary school and with some money saved to open her bakery, Mike had been one of her first customers- and her first lover. He claimed that even though they weren’t fated, he would persue her until she complied.

Two months later; and she finally caved under the full moon during a rut. It was not her intention to lose her virginity that night, but something had made her feel wound up that evening during the pack run. Mike just happened to be nearby when she couldn’t take the itch anymore.

Under the full moon, they had rutted their brains out for hours on a starlit patch of grass. It might have been Melody’s first time, but Mike had been gentle at first. His d**k was a decent size, Melody had thought at the time. And Mike had no issue performing, especially during the rut. But something had been missing.

Now after three years, Melody was tired and always disappointed in Mike. It was like after they tied the knot- she was of no use to him anymore. It was almost like he had enjoyed the chase more than he enjoyed her. Their s*x life was all but existent anymore. Up until two months ago, at least he would get the urge to bend her over and go to town on her rear maybe twice a month if she was lucky. He always finished way before she could even orgasm- leaving her wanting and annoyed as he would pass out almost instantly.

Now with a two month dry spell- and barely even a kiss on the cheek here or there, Melody was strung up on need and tired from working to cover his shift in the bakery as well.

She went to the back door of the bakery and propped it open. Maybe she could get Tiffany to help her. Her best friend’s car was parked in its usual spot near the dumpster. It wasn’t her shift to work the counter today, but maybe she was just stopping in for a cookie or something.

Picking up the first fourty pound bag of flour, Melody made her way into the back of the store and to the storage room.

At first, she thought she heard some muffled voices from somewhere in the bakery, maybe it was a customer out front with the cashier. Melody made her way to the storage door and pushed it open.

“Oh, God! Mike, Harder!” Melody stood still at the sight in front of her. On the pallet of sugar to the side, Mike and Tiffany were hard at work on each other. Mike’s ass bounced up and down as Tiffany’s legs were spread to either side of his hips, garishly up in the air like she was on a porn film trying to be the best she could. The wet sounds of slapping filled the air as Mike grunted away inside her friend.

“Mike?” She gasped shocked. The bag of flour she was carrying was forgotten as she dropped it from her grasp. It hit the floor with an audible thud as the bag split and flour permeated the air.

Mike and Tiffany stopped immediately and tried to cover themselves. Mikes p***s bobbed about, swaying back and forth as he scrambled to cover himself. Flour was starting to gather on every surface, including his p***s. It dusted it like a fresh layer of snow, mixing with the wet after effects of s*x.

“Babe, it’s not what it looks like…” Mike stammered as he pulled up his pants.

“Not what it looks like? Not what it looks like! Oh, so you’re not f*****g with my best friend over the sugar for the store?” Melody shouted at the top of her voice. “ No wonder you haven’t wanted to touch me, you fat pig! And you, Tiffany, what the f**k?! You were supposed to be my best friend who I counted on, and here you are shagging my husband!”

Tiffany scoffed, “ Best friend? yeah right. The only reason I have ever been around is for Mike. He would’ve been with me sooner, but he needed to get you out of his system first. f**k, I even snuck you an aphrodisiac those three years ago so you would finally give yourself up. Then he feels guilty because you were a virgin and of course he had to marry you to make it right. Now after three years, I’m finally taking my Mike back you cow. He has always been my fated mate!” Tiffany’s face was red from yelling, matching Melody’s from anger.

Staff from the kitchen and the front of the store had started to gather and watch the spectacle. The flour had finally settled down and the mess was everywhere.

“You drugged me!?” Melody was in shock. It all made sense now. She had never had the need to take anyone before that night, and Mike had never really been her type. The only real reason they had even married was because of the taboo in wolf culture. Taking a virgin on a full moon was considered proposing and swearing an oath to mate after. No one really followed that now days, but most of the pack was more traditional than anything.

Melody hung her head. Of course she was blind and naïve back then, fresh out of high school- straight to college- and never really making any friends.

“Get the f**k out.” Melody whispered dejectedly. Mike began to stammer. “No, no excuses. I Melody Swanson, reject you Micheal Swanson, as my mate and spouse.” The sting hurt; but Melody knew it was worth it. “Accept it Mike; I’m never going to take you back.”

Mike flinched as the bond broke from Melody’s end. “But, Babe, I love you.”

“Shut it Mike, screw you and screw your w***e Tiffany.”

Tiffany scoffed, “Just do it Mike, I’ve waited long enough for you. She’s had her turn and now it’s our turn for happiness.” She gushed at Mike in a sickeningly sweet voice. It was ridiculous seeing her covered in flour and halfway naked in the bakery.

Mike sighed dejectedly. “I, Micheal Swanson, accept the rejection.”

The bond snapped again, bringing Mike and Melody to their knees. Melody was quicker to recover and stood up. “Now get the f**k out of my bakery. I’ll send a lawyer to Tiffany’s later this week. And Mike?”

“Yah, Babe?” He asked hopeful.

“Don’t you dare go to my house, it was my dad’s. You can get your s**t on Saturday.”

With that, Tiffany and Mike dusted themselves off as best they could and rearranged their clothing. They left together out of the propped open back door.

Melody stood in silence for another second, then turned around. The staff were still standing and watching her.

“Everyone; get back to work, the show’s over.” Melody felt like s**t as she watched her staff start to file off. “Jim, Heather, can you give me a hand cleaning this up? And let’s add new sugar to the next list too. All of that can go in the dumpster.” She gestured to the seven stacked bags of sugar on their pallet.

“Yes, Chef.” They both complied.

Melody went to the wash station for the broom and mop. This was going to be a long ass week for her, and it was only Monday.