Bikers and Bakeries

Court and Cupcakes part 1

Melody’s POV

Melody huffed out a breath and turned from the now locked door. Bikers; just great. More riffraff to deal with from next door. The location for her bakery wasn’t her first choice, but she could afford the down payment for it at the time. Sure, not a lot of people wanted to stop by for desserts because of the location, but she was hoping that once word got out the business would pick up.

After three years, she had a steady clientele, enough to keep in the black. She wanted to grow it more though. With the divorce now eminent for Monday; she thought that maybe after it, it might be easier to just focus on getting customers more than ever.

At least for pack law- if a mate was caught cheating, the other would receive seventy five percent of what the couple had grown together. The offended wolf would also receive any and all assets that they entered the marriage with. So she knew her house and bakery were safe. They all had her name on them and she had established the bakery the month before they officiated their mating ceremony.

She needed to let off steam after the events from earlier in the week, and a run sounded like just the thing to do before Monday reared its ugly head. Once the bakery was completely cleaned- and the donations packed up and put in their special lock box outside- she hopped into her yellow Ford Escape and headed to her favorite park.

The nice thing about the town she grew up in was its plethora of natural spaces. Her favorite park was to the north and just bordering the city. There was a waterfall with a lot of hiking trails- and if you knew how to avoid those, a wolf could enjoy a decent run without running into any humans. She parked her SUV next to the pond and headed to the hiking area.

She walked for twenty minutes before ducking off of the trail and heading to her favorite tree to undress. It was an old white river birch with a decent hole near the base. No animals dared to use it as a home; because many of the pack would mark it in animal form to scare off any unwanted pests. Melody stripped off her clothing and placed them back in the hole. No other clothes were in there, so it was nice to know that she had the park to herself tonight.

Relaxing and letting the change roll over her, Melody let her wolf come forward. Her toffee-brown hair took over her body as she morphed into her wolf. She was about average size with tips of gold here and there in her fur, her eyes the same shade of brown, but her paws slowly faded to a black from the rich color. Her mother had always said that her wolf looked like it was wearing formal socks.

Melody took off running north, enjoying the woods and nature. It was exactly what she needed to do to relax before heading home. Tomorrow, Mike was coming to get his things, and a pack lawyer would be there to mediate and make sure things were civil. Monday almost felt like it was almost a silly dream that she had. She had given her staff the weekend off and made sure that there were no orders in for the weekend. Monday would be the official severance date; but Melody trusted her staff to run things smoothly then. Mondays were pretty slow with mostly just a breakfast and lunch rush that was manageable for a skeleton staff.

Without warning, the scene from this evening played in Melody’s head again, making her wolf perk up. The biker had been cute looking and keen on the eyes. His tall broad frame felt more inviting than intimidating. He was about six two and had a head of long curly jet black hair. His eyes were a honey brown compared to her chocolate ones. He had a cute goatee and a nice kept mustache as well. His skin had been a decent tan color, the type someone who spends most of their time outdoors would get.

His smell was very inviting as well, it was a rich tobacco scent with hints of rosemary and spice. It reminded her of a nice home cooked meal; one that she could savor for days.

Mate, her animal instincts were telling her. But Melody scoffed to herself. She was done with mates after the sorry excuse of a husband Mike was. Plus, mates would know right away if they were meant to be together. She had felt nothing but the ache of the bond break this week. Nothing was going to tempt her to go through that again.

After an hour and a half of running, Melody made her way back to the tree. She needed to head home and lock up a few things. She wouldn’t put it past Mike to try and claim some of her family valuables as his own.

The drive was uneventful back to the house. Going through things and organizing her clothing from Mike’s did not take long. After she was finished, she decided to make some cupcakes. It was about midnight and she had no desire to really sleep tonight. So she gathered all of the ingredients and set out to make some devils food cupcakes with caramel icing. After an hour, and a little extra for cleaning up, she sat down in her favorite chair in the kitchen to enjoy her snack. She made some for the lawyer as well for him to take home. The chocolate and caramel hit her tastebuds and made her feel less anxious than before.

She was never one to shy from her own cooking, and her curves showed it. She was still healthy weight, just having extra here and there. Her breasts were just over a double dee and her hips were slightly wider than her chest. Her waist was a decent thirty inches. Her hourglass shape had always given her a hard time finding clothing that fit and looked well on her five foot nine body- but she never really cared about that. Mike had always loved grabbing onto her hips and riding her doggy style when they first married, but that had quickly passed out of his system. Then it was just a vibrating dildo to keep her happy while he would doze off.

Melody sighed to herself as she looked at the clock. It was two thirty in the morning, and the lawyer with Mike was not due until eight. She decided that some sleep was better than nothing, just dealing with Mike she would need to be somewhat alert and ready. So she finished up her cupcake and headed to bed.

*****

Melody’s alarm sounded shrill and loud right at seven. She rolled over and reached for her phone. Her dreams had been fitful and erratic that night with the few hours of sleep she got. They were filled with the tall biker from yesterday. At one point it had gotten so bad with one dream, him holding her down and devouring her p***y like it was fresh made crème brûlée, that she had to fish out her toy from the nightstand just to get herself to relax again.

Making sure that the toy was back in its’ drawer- Melody got up to get her shower and to get ready. Mike and the lawyer were due soon.

She had just finished breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. Bracing herself; Melody went to answer it.

“Sorry, Babe, I would have let myself in; but the locks were changed” Mikes five eleven frame filled the doorway. He was giving her his signature lopsided grin with his hazel eyes.