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He grabbed my wrist. “Wife, you’re not using it as a weapon right now. We’re just going to use it to get some butter.”
He placed the butter in front of me.
“Why do I need a knife for that?” I asked him as I lifted the whole bar up with my fingers and dropped it into the pan.
“Mel!” He groaned and snickered at the same time as he placed his head against mine.
“What? You use the butter to grease the pan so the stuff won’t stick, right? So I put the butter in the pan!”
“Yes, a small piece of it, not the whole damn thing!” he muttered as we watched the butter melt in the searing hot pan.
“Well, now we have extra.” I hated cooking.
“Now, we’ll die of diabetes,” he said, and I could feel him shaking his head behind me.
Reaching up into cabinet, he grabbed a bowl and poured out some of the melted butter before lowering the heat.
“I like to grill the bread and the cheese first before doing the egg.” He instructed as he waited for me to grab the bread. Grabbing two slices I lowered them into the pan as he placed the cheese on top.
“How long do we wait?”
“Until it starts to get golden and the cheese melts over it. If it burns we’re screwed…we don’t have any bread left,” he replied.
I leaned over and watched it closely causing him to snicker once again. I just ignored him.
“Now take the egg and crack it over the bread,” he whispered behind me. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
Taking the egg, his hand carefully covered mine as he helped me to hit the egg on the side of the pan, and with one hand, we poured it over the cheese.
“Perfect.”
I shivered and didn’t answer. Who knew cooking could be so sexual? His hands went to my hips as he showed me how to flip over the bread and allow the eggs to cook over easy.
“Good.”
Damn him.
For some reason, neither of us spoke anymore. He helped me finish the sandwiches, and we grabbed two glasses of milk before we moved over to the kitchen island. He sat on the stool while I sat on the island.
“My father once tried to teach me how to cook,” I confessed to him as I took a small bite out of my sandwich.
“But you didn’t let him?” He hissed as the egg burned his tongue.
“I told him to stop treating me like a girl. I thought he wanted me to learn so I wouldn't focus on guns. So while he tried to teach me, I kept juggling knives. God, I drove him crazy sometimes. Looking back on it, it probably wasn’t all that wise of a choice.” I laughed.
“I think it was. I like you depending on me no matter the reason. My mother actually taught me how to cook. She told me that women loved a man who could cook. I guess she was right.”
“I suppose it’s nice. Though I would prefer my man to have different skill sets.” I winked as I drank my milk.
“Your man? Someone has become possessive,” he replied as he took another bite.
“Damn straight.”
“Declan tells me you had a private conversation with Mina.” He changed the subject.
“Way to kill the mood.” I frowned.
“I’m your man, and I have to the skill set to bring the mood back anytime you’d like.” This time, he winked at me as he grabbed his drink.
“Well, excuse me, Casanova.” I grinned.
“Damn straight.”
“To answer your question, I asked Mina to get romantically involved with Neal,” I said, biting into my sandwich once more.
He froze mid-bite and looked to me. “What?”
“Now before you get pissed at me for not telling you what I was going to do, remember how you were yesterday morning. You had one thing on your mind; I want to get Avian as much as you do. But I also want to make sure that we’ll still be walking on stable ground when this is all over.”
“Mel—”
“Neal needs someone, Liam. Just think about it. You sometimes have sex with me to help yourself calm down and relax. I don’t mind. I enjoy the fact that taking me makes you feel better. But Neal doesn’t have anyone right now, and I would prefer that the next woman he brings into this family not be stupid enough to cross me.”
“Mel—”
“And you might think that he isn’t ready. I mean, he did care about Olivia, but the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else. She—”
He was up and on his feet before I could blink. His lips crashed into mine as he tightly gripped my hair.
“Will you please stop motherfucking interrupting me so I tell you that I agree with your plan?” he said only inches from my lips. I knew that look in his eyes. They were glazed over and full of lust.
“We aren’t going to finish eating, are we?” I asked him as I dropped my sandwich onto the plate without breaking eye contact.
“Having someone to love makes me feel better, Melody. It isn’t just your body. When I’m inside you, when you’re moaning out my name, I’m happy because I’m as close to you as possible.”
Rriiiipppp
My poor shirt was torn off of me, and with no bra on, my nipples grew hard. His mouth was on my neck; his hands cupped my ass as he lifted me up, and moved us from the kitchen into the living room. I knew that it was going to be rough, just the way I liked it, but in that moment, I mentally wished that I’d had the time to stretch first.
LIAM
The moment I laid her on to the couch, her legs wrapped around me like a snake and she flipped us over onto the ground. Taking my hands, she placed them over my head.
“If you move then I’m going to have to hurt you, husband,” she whispered at me, and I grinned as I moved my hands onto her breasts. She stared at them for a moment before slapping me across the face.
“Fuck,” I hissed, as I felt the burn spread across my cheek, but she didn’t stop there. Leaning back, she grabbed hold of me, causing me to jump in her hands.
“Hands up,” she snapped. And this time I listened. Shimmying down to my pajama pants, she pulled the string until it came loose and she then used it to tie my hands together.
“Mel—”
“No talking,” she snapped at me once more.
She kissed me hard before moving to my neck. Then she rubbed herself on me as her feverish kisses became bites. I hissed in both pleasure and pain. She slowly worked her way downwards, trailing light kisses across my chest. I knew where she was going with this—she was hell bent on driving me insane with her tongue. I bucked forward when she took me in her hands again and kissed my navel.
“I wonder how long you can hold out.”
“Mel, don’t—”
But there was no stopping her as she licked from the base of my shaft to the tip over and over again. Biting my lip, I breathed in deeply through my nose.
“Fuck,” I hissed when she finally took me into her warm mouth. I crunched forward and watched her as she took all of me in. She was enjoying the way I shivered at her every touch, and at the way my teeth clenched together.
She sucked harder as her teeth lightly grazed my shaft, but I refused to give her the satisfaction. Stopping, she wiggled out of her shorts and underwear before she ground herself against me.
“God fucking damn, Mel, take these things off of me,” I snapped as I lift my wrists to touch her, but she smacked them away with a smile.
