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“You did.”
My stomach grumbles, making us both laugh as it breaks the tension between us. Calder taps my thighs, hinting at me to climb off him. I pout, making him chuckle again.
Leaning forward, he kisses the tip of my nose.
“Come on. I need to feed you. The coffee and pastry were not enough.”
Jumping off him, I walk into my kitchen and dig through the refrigerator for something I can cook for us.
“Nah, baby, you sit, and I will cook.”
“You cook?” I ask, and I know my face carries an expression of shock.
“You have met my mom, plus the Ol’ Ladies of the club. All of us men were taught to cook. They drummed into us that we would eventually have a woman to take care of and needed to know how to cook for her, and then eventually kids, so my time to shine is now.” He winks.
I grin.
“Okay, master chef, show me what you’ve got.”
I sit on the stool that is on the opposite side of the island from him and watch as he moves around my kitchen like he owns it. He removes his cut, and I watch as his muscles flex and bulge while he does it. My lady parts tingle watching him.
He opens the fridge, and pulls out a Diet Coke for me, winking.
“Any requests?” he asks, leaning his forearms on the island.
Tapping my finger on my chin, I think over what I have in the house.
“How about taco pasta?”
He nods. “I love the way you think, babe.”
I watch as he collects everything he needs and gets to cooking.
We talk while he cooks, and I have to say I am fucking loving it. He is funny, and it helps soothe some of my worry about what will happen next.
“I am still scared about what will happen next, babe,” I tell him when he places a pasta bowl in front of me that smells so good, my stomach growls with a need to be filled, much like my pussy wants to be filled of him.
I sigh, scooping a forkful into my mouth, the flavors pleasing my soul. I live for comfort food. Growing up with a family who owns a diner that serves comfort food, it became my haven.
“Good, huh?”
“So freaking good,” I tell him truthfully.
“I understand that you freaked the fuck out when Kane was dropped on me, and I get how you have been feeling since; my mom talked some sense into me. I was mad, I am not going to keep that from you. I was hurt and angry that you left, but my folks and I spent some time talking and they helped me see it from your point of view.”
“Finan came to see me,” I blurt out.
“He told me. I was pissed that he did. It was between you and me, but my family is close. Fuck, the whole club is, so when one of us hurts, we all feel it. He is not only my blood brother, but he is my best friend and knows me better than I know myself most days.”
“He didn’t say anything that the club wasn’t thinking,” I state, shrugging.
“Not the point, baby. You are mine, so I will deal with our shit, not him.”
He gives me a look that tells me to drop it.
I know that I have to lighten the mood again, so I slip off the stool and clear away our bowls, loading up the dishwasher while he watches me.
Once that is done, I turn to look at him, loving the look in his eyes that tells me that he wants to strip me naked and have his way with me. I am all up for that, but right now we both need some time to connect on my kind of level while we talk some more.
