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Ace is perched on a bar stool, clad in only his sweats, with a large cup of coffee steaming in front of him as he scrolls on his phone, but it’s Theon that has my jaw dropping. He’s standing by the stove, giving me the perfect view of his muscles rolling in his back as he flips the pancakes. He’s wearing low slung black sweatpants, with a red apron tied around his neck and waist. I’m practically drooling, wishing I was the apron clinging to his massive body.
When he turns around, I can’t help but chuckle at what the apron says. There’s a picture of a pig on the front and it says, “I like my butt rubbed and my pork pulled.”
“Blais thought it would be funny,” Theon grumbles while I try to contain my laughter.
“It clearly worked.” My voice is barely audible as I stifle how entertaining it is. Even I can appreciate a good, dirty joke. “What’s for breakfast, chef?”
I scan over the plethora of food piled on the plates. “I didn’t know if you liked pancakes or waffles, sausage or bacon, or how you liked your eggs so I made it all.” The subtle way his Adam’s apple quivers gives away his nervousness about making breakfast for me.
Every time they brought me food, they never asked what I liked, but it was always good. I’m not much of a picky eater, and beggars can’t be choosers when you don’t have a choice, so I ate what was given.
“You do realize you could’ve asked, right?”
“If Blais didn’t kidnap you, holding you hostage in his room, maybe I could have,” he says, shooting daggers at Blais who shrugs with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Walking over to Theon, I grab his bicep, pulling him down so I can plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. For future reference, I like it all.” I give him a quick wink before moving to sit on the stool beside Ace.
“So what’s the plan for today, boss?” I face him, looking into his emerald eyes.
“You got nicknames for all of us today? Chef, Boss. What’s Blais’?” Ace says in a dry tone before sipping on his coffee.
“Better watch it, yours just might change to grumpy pants here soon.” The banter and teasing I’m laying on thick today feels natural. It’s like the angry tension that constantly surrounded us has dissipated, leaving only burning sexual tension in its wake.
“Funny,” he says sarcastically, shaking his head, trying to hide his smile in his cup of coffee. “We figured we’d just hang out today, maybe watch a movie, eat some food, and relax.”
“What?” There’s no way I heard him correctly. Ace, relax? Never thought those two things would be in the same sentence, let alone the universe.
“Don’t act so shocked, temptress. We don’t torture and kill people every waking moment of the day,” Ace says with humor in his voice.
“Yeah, we also have hot bloody sex,” Blais chimes in, earning a scowl from Ace.
“I’m just…surprised is all.” Since I’ve been here, it feels like it’s been a constant rotation of torture, killing, arguing, and going to check on the club. These guys don’t just relax. They probably don’t even know what the word means. The only one I’ve seen even remotely relaxed is Blais when he’s making music.
“Would you prefer us torturing and killing people instead?” Ace raises a brow in my direction, giving me a pointed look.
“Of course not, you just don’t seem like the type to relax.” That earns me a belly laugh from both Theon and Blais, while Ace grumbles under his breath.
“I think I liked it better when we were torturing you, instead. Maybe we should try that again?” Ace says coldly, never taking his eyes off me, but I see the lust swirling deep inside his emerald orbs. I see the way his jaw tics, the way his hands itch to touch me or at least pull me over his knee and teach me a lesson. Which I wouldn’t be opposed to.
“No way, Theon cooked this gorgeous breakfast, can’t let it go to waste.” I scurry off the stool, before Ace can grab me, and take a plate, filling it with all of the delicious food Theon has made for us.
We eat our breakfast, sitting around the dining room table, having a conversation that flows from favorite types of cereal, to music, to weapons. It all feels so...normal. The ease of my posture, the way I laugh without hesitation, and lack of trying to hide myself from them seems too good to be true. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it hasn’t yet.
They do know how to be like regular everyday people. People who eat meals together,crack jokes, and act carefree. It’s peaceful.
It feels like a home.
The way they’ve shifted their attitudes even from days ago feels surreal.
“You want to watch a movie?” Theon asks beside me, grabbing our empty plates to put in the sink. Since being in the FBI, my life has constantly been on the go. I’m either working, at the gym with Matt, or reading case files, so I haven’t had much time to sit down and watch movies or TV.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t want to pick though, so someone else has to.” We all stand up, clearing the rest of the table before heading to the living room. The giant sectional is what heaven is made of. It’s so comfortable I feel like I’m sitting on clouds.
“Before we watch a movie, I’ve got something better to show you, temptress,” Ace says, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“Oh yeah?” I can’t hide the intrigue in my voice.
Theon groans, “If you’re showing her what I think you are, you better stop before I kill you.” Obviously Theon doesn’t want me to see it, but now I won’t let it go until I do.
