“Maybe.”
“Well, had I known that, I would’ve made sure I was doing something far more interesting than putting biscuits in the oven.”
I huff out a small chuckle. “I like you lookin’ all domesticated, wearing my clothes.”
Snorting, he drawls, “Is that right?”
“Yeah, maybe I do.”
“Daddy likes me cooking for him, then? Should I dust the house in lingerie next?”
A flare of heat spreads in my groin at that image. “We probably could use a good dustin’, actually.”
When he smiles, he meets my gaze, holding it for a long moment. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at his mismatched eyes. “In lingerie?” he asks, humor in his tone.
Shrugging, I say, “Wouldn’t be opposed to that. Or naked.”
“Such a dirty daddy.” He shakes his head, unable to hide his smile, before he turns away from me and puts the biscuits in the oven. After he sets the timer, he opens the fridge and pulls out a plate of saran-wrapped steaks, setting them on the counter. “The grill’s ready to go, if you want to throw those bad boys on. The taters are in the air fryer already.”
I don’t move, unable to take my eyes off of the man standing in my kitchen. A warm, fuzzy feeling swirls in my gut. His gaze flicks up to me, and he gives me a fake scowl that causes a laugh to rumble in my chest.
“Chop chop, daddy.” He clucks his tongue at me before winking. “Everything else will be ready soon.”
Breathing out a laugh, I shake my head and walk over to the island, grabbing the steaks off the counter. “Damn, these look perfect,” I drawl. “You picked good ones.”
Ash tosses me a flirty grin, his gaze rolling down my body before coming back up to my face. “I know good meat when I see it.”
Christ.We’re never going to make it to dinner if he keeps talking like that. My cheeks heat at his insinuation, but I can’t deny the arousal that zips through me too. Steaks in hand, I close the distance between us and bring my mouth to his. Confident hands come up to my belt, pulling me as close to him as possible as my tongue parts his lips. Ash groans as I lick into his mouth. He tastes fucking divine. This is the first time we’ve kissed today, and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until just now.
Despite how much stress I’ve been under and how much I’ve been working the last few days since the fire, Ash has still found his way into my room late at night after Tucker goes to bed.We’ve fooled around some more, but not much. By the time I’ve been crawling into bed, I’m so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open. It’s mostly been making out and making each other come with our hands, but I’m dying to sink back into his tight, hot ass again tonight.
The kiss ends much sooner than I would like it to, but Ash is right. I need to get these steaks on the grill so they’re ready by the time everything else is. As we pull apart, Ash peers up at me with a dreamy look in his eyes. It hits me right in the chest.
“How do ya like your steak?” I ask, trying to steady my heart rate.
“Medium.” He smiles almost bashfully.
“Comin’ right up.”
Walking out onto the back porch, I spot Bubba lying in the sun, surrounded by a couple of chickens.My dog and my chickens are cuddling?Bubba lifts his head when he hears me come outside, but he doesn’t get up.Guess he’s cozy.
Once the steaks are done, I bring them back inside, impressed by the spread Ash has going. There’s what looks like twice-baked potatoes, Brussels sprouts, homemade biscuits, and sliced cantaloupe and honeydew. Setting the meat down, I say, “Damn, you really went all out.”
Ash bites down on his bottom lip and shrugs. “Maybe I like being domestic too.”
After we dish up and crack open a couple of beers, we decide to eat outside. There’re chairs on the front porch, and with the sun setting soon, it’s cooled down enough to be comfortable.
“What’d the sheriff say?” Ash asks as we dig in.
“They’re done with what they needed to do, so we’re free to repair the barn.”
“What’s your guys’ plan?” Shoving a piece of steak in his mouth, he moans, eyelids fluttering, and the sound makes mydick twitch. I could listen to him make those noises all fucking day. “Fuck, this is good.”
“We’re gonna work on it this weekend, get as much done as we can.”
“Who’s all helping?”
“Just me, my dad, Hollis, and probably August.”
