Bacon. That’s what my mind is registering right now and wait…cinnamon? These aromas slowly rouse me from my pleasure induced sleep coma and I open my eyes. Moving a bit of hair out of my face, I turn my head and find the source of the delicious smells.
Cowen is at my stove frying up bacon with his back to me. I shamelessly take my time admiring the way the muscles there curve and dip as he keeps cooking and this cooking of his goes on for about another ten minutes before he puts the fried pieces of meat on a paper towel covered plate and turns to face my direction. There is a pause between us and his eyes gleam as he scans over my sheet-covered body.
“Good morning, Mr. Firefighter.” I say while slowly turning around and sitting my body up then I watch Cowen put the plate of bacon on my bar. My loft didn’t come with a dining room so I usually ate my food there on one of my two barstools. I’m glad Cowen had good intuition on where to put the food instead of lumbering around clueless.
“Good morning, Dollbaby.” Cowen greets back while gesturing to the food. “Why don’t you get that sexy body of yours out of the bed and join me here for breakfast? I’m sure you’re pretty hungry.”
Honestly…I only half hear what he said to me because my attention was on the hills and valleys of his chest and abdomen. Cowen was clad in blue jeans. Blue jeans that were slightly unzipped and revealing to me a patch of his dusty blond pubic hair and the top of his cock.
My clit aches as I start remembering last night and I answer while biting my lip. “I was hungry then and I’m hungry now, Cowen.”
Cowen doesn’t say anything at first, but I can see in his darkening blue eyes that he knows exactly what I’m talking about. He turns to the plates he made saying in a now gravel like voice. “Then I suppose we should take care of both your types of hunger, darlin’ shouldn’t we?” All I can do is nod and while Cowen goes back into the kitchen to get the rest of the food, I stand up and stretch my limbs before putting on a nearby black silk robe over my nude body.
My fingers tie the straps to my waist as I walk up to the bar saying, “Dollbaby, huh?”
“Yeah. You gave me a nickname. Only fair that I give you one too. You like it?”
I move some of my hair behind my ear, looking down at the plates full of eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and fruit. “It’s something I can get used to. Wow, this food looks great!” I think about Cowen’s line of work and frown dubiously. “How do you know how to cook, Cowen?”
"Well, it's just us firefighters. Not a single woman in sight so we have to feed ourselves however we can. I just prefer to do it in a tasty way." Cowen motioned to me, holding the spatula. “What about you? Can you cook?"
I scoff, shaking my head. "Not if my life depended on it!" Cowen and I share a laugh and I hear him ask, "Really? Not at all? What do you know how to cook?"
"Burnt meat, burnt vegetables, burnt bread...even burnt drinks."
"Honorée...now I know you're pulling my leg." Cowen shakes his head as he puts bacon strips on each of our plates. I watch, my stomach grumbling a bit deep inside. My smile is from ear to ear. "No, It's the truth! I promise you and I'm warning you now: I fuck up a majority of foods I make." I shrug. "That's why I only go to places like restaurants, fast food joints or I eat at friends' houses."
"Then how did Heaven and Savannah eat?"
My heart warms hearing Cowen remembering the names of my daughters and smile graciously when he sets a plate down in front of me. The first bite I take is of my bacon and I moan so very happy when I taste the salty savory goodness nearly melting in my mouth. Cowen eats while standing, leaning over his plate on the counter, waiting for me to answer.
" How else? They ate the same things I did! Or Andre's wife Lea would cook for us. When we lived in the house, I would make really simple things or microwavable things from the grocery store. I know, it's not a very motherly image, but we made do and we survived so there." I stare at Cowen, who doesn't take his eyes off of me as he consumes a forkful of his sunny side up eggs.
"You guys ate. That's all that matters in the end."
I point at him with the fork in my hand. "Now you're getting it."
Cowen chuckles, moving his food around before taking another mouthful. My eyes once again take in his huge frame crouched over my counter. His Fabio like hair trails down his back and his shoulders, making shiver as I remember how I loosened it from his ponytail last night while screaming out with ecstasy.
Glancing back up at me, Cowen freezes mid-bite as he realizes that I'm staring at him. I don't move my gaze from his, challenging him to do the same to me as he did on my bed. He stands up and clears his throat, using a paper towel to wipe his mouth. The paper towel goes on his plate and his hands go in his pockets. "Darlin'...If you're thinking what I think you're thinking then I suggest you remove that robe of yours so I can make up for lost time. If not, then let's get back to eating.”
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