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“Miss Muffett.” I chastise in my best impression of a schoolmistress, and she turns my way bright eyed and I can only assume she remembers me.
She glances from me to Miller, and then I see the mischief light in her blue eyes. A moment later, she’s head butting the cookie and it smashes to the floor and she jumps down into the chaos, sniffing at the sugary mess.
“She’s acting up for attention, but we can’t let her have those,” I say to Miller. “She’ll make herself sick. Or worse. You go that way, I’ll go around the table and we’ll cut her off. One of us grabs her, and we can hold her until she calms down. Deal?”
I look at him, and he nods, and we put the plan into action.
It’s a good plan. Miss Muffet is walking back and forth over the broken cookies, enjoying the way they crumble under her feet and not really interested in trying to eat them yet.
I take the long way around, creeping around the large wooden table as Miller approaches from the other side.
“Now!” I shout.
And as I spring forward, I watch with horror as Miss Muffet runs under the table. Unable to stop my forward momentum, I crash headlong into the wall of muscle that is Miller’s chest, and he catches me firmly in his arms.
“Hey, I’ve got you. You okay?” His voice rumbles through me, and I shiver as I bite down into my bottom lip.
“Uh, yeah,” I manage. “At least she didn’t eat any of the cookies…” I pull myself away from where I’m buried in his arms, turning my head but not wanting to break the connection.
Miss Muffet is watching us from by the door, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“She’s a furry fury,” Miller whispers, and I start to giggle.
“She’s just being a kitten. She’s playful, she’s in a strange new place and she wants attention.” I extricate myself from his grasp, and immediately feel the loss. For a moment there, it felt like he was cuddling me, and while I know it’s all in my head, and he was just catching me from falling, I can’t help that I liked it. “New plan,” I announce. “We act like there’s nothing strange going on here. She knows me from the shelter, so we just let her think this is a new part of her home.”
Miller nods. “And that will calm her down, right?”
I meet his eyes and pull my lips to the side. “It can’t make her any worse?”
We both start to laugh then as I get to my feet and look around the kitchen. It’s a lot nicer than a kitchen in a cabin in the woods ought to be. It’s spotlessly clean—apart from the cookies now all over the floor—and there are modern looking appliances and all the utensils you could ever need.
Besides the kitten destruction, the place is immaculate. I can see beyond the chaos and it looks like Miller keeps the place perfect.
“Do you have a dustpan and brush?” I ask.
Miller clicks his tongue in his mouth. “I’ll clean up. You have a seat. You’re not vegetarian, are you?”
“Sorry?”
He shrugs. “If we’re going to act like this is home, you’re staying for dinner.”
Chapter Four
Miller
TWO HOURS LATER, AND it’s like everything has changed. We’ve eaten; Katarina said it was the best meal she’s ever tasted, but I have plenty others I could show her. She asked me what it was, and I had to come up with a name on the spot, called it a Trapper’s Breakfast, which she seemed happy with. Mostly it’s just venison, eggs, mushrooms and potatoes, all cooked up together in a single pot, but my own special blend of spices is the secret ingredient.
But what’s really changed is Miss Muffet.
She’s now curled up beside Katarina’s hand, purring as she has her belly stroked, and for a second, I imagine this would be what it’d be like if the three of us were a proper family.
I can’t help sneaking glances at Kat while she savors another bite of the roast. The way her eyes close a little as she lets the flavor spread over her tongue, the way she wriggles in her seat as she chews, the way her nipples cut out through her t-shirt…my cock grows another inch, which is impressive since it’s already lifting my end of the table.
She lets out a little sigh, mixed with a mewl, and I feel drops of pre-cum spilling from the head of my dick. “You’re an amazing cook.” She almost whispers the words, then turns those sapphire eyes on me. “You should do this professionally.”
I grunt, shrugging my shoulders. “Just food. Nothing fancy.”
She watches me for a moment, as if expecting me to say something else. But when I don’t, she nods. “Still, it’s good.” She puts her knife and fork on top of the plate, even though she hasn’t finished. “I…couldn’t eat another bite. Got to watch my weight.” A little nervous giggle escapes her lips as she pats her stomach, and I growl in response.
