“I don’t need you cooking me a meal,” he said, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest.

“Don’t you want some food to come home to? I know the club is always crazy, and you can’t be eating good food.” She lifted her head. “I want to be good to you.”

He ran his fingers up and down her back. “You’ll always be good for me, baby. Always. There’s no way you can’t be good for me, but burning food is not going to work.”

“You’ve taught me the basics, and I’ve been doing okay on that front.”

He wrinkled his nose. “No, you haven’t. You burn toast and porridge. Not to mention your pasta is always crunchy and don’t get me started on your rice. You’re not a very good cook.”

Her lip pouted, and he laughed. “You know what that pout does to me?”

She shook her head. “No, not a clue.”

He kissed her lips, and she slid her hands up his chest.

“What about now?”

“Not completely.”

He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue across her lips, and she let out a gasp. “What about now?”

“I’m getting there.”

“I think of those lips wrapped around my cock.” Her cheeks went a nice shade of red. “Do you want me to call it a penis?”

“Stop mocking me.”

“Oh, believe me there is no mocking here. I’m appreciating you.” He pressed her against the counter, removing the pan from the stove so the garlic didn’t burn anymore. “Do you think you’d want to do that?”

“Suck your cock?”

“Now who is speaking dirty?”

“You like it when I do.”

“You’ve got that right.” He lifted her up on the counter, and through her shirt, he kissed each tit.

She went to push off his jacket, but he had to stop her. “I can’t stay.”

“Why not?”

“You have got the most sexy pout. I’ve got to go and deal with some shit. I want you to stay here. Do you know where Bishop is?”

“He was at the clubhouse. We really need to tell him. I hate arguing with him. I don’t argue. He yells at me about how much of a cock tease I’m being. I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up.”

“Don’t worry, one day soon we’ll handle Bishop and Bear.”

“I’m nervous.”

“There won’t be a reason to. You’re my woman, baby, and I’ll take care of you.”

“You’ve always taken care of me.”