Storm (Sinning Cobras MC #1) - Colbie Kay Page 0,28

turn on the fryer.”

I grab the eggs and chicken from the fridge and set them on the island before turning on the fryer. While I do all that, Haven finds the seasonings we need and gets the flour out of the pantry along with some bowls.

“Alright, she said we have to put eggs in one bowl and flour in the other. Then we’ll season the flour and mix it up.” We get it all set up. “Now, we cut the chicken into long strips.” Grabbing two knives, I hand her one. “Be careful and watch your fingers.” I use the other, and we begin cutting a few breasts. “She said to put the strips into the egg, then the flour, and repeat that once more before putting them in the fryer.”

Haven moves to my other side. “I’ll do the flour. Dipping my fingers in those eggs seems kind of gross.” I glance at her out of my peripheral vision. Her body shivers as if she’s disgusted, and a grin plays on my lips. “What’s so funny?”

I use a fork to coat the strips in the egg. “Nothing.” I chuckle and shake my head as I move a few egg-dipped strips over to her bowl of flour.

“Nothing,” she echoes, mocking me.

Suddenly a handful of flour hits the side of my face. My mouth drops open, and my eyes widen as I spin toward her. “The fuck?” I let the fork fall into the bowl of eggs.

“Oops.” Haven sheepishly smiles.

“Oops?” I cock my brow and reach for her bowl. I get a nice big handful of flour and throw it at her.

She gasps but quickly bursts into a fit of laughter. It’s so fuckin’ beautiful to hear. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard her laugh like that. However, I’m ambushed again with more flour.

My eyes narrow, watching as she backs away slowly as if she’s realized her mistake. “Don’t fuckin’ run now, Darlin’. This is war!”

I grab the bowl of flour, and she runs around the island. The chase is on! I move one way; she moves the opposite. She makes the mistake of reaching for the bag of flour. Making use of the opening, I quickly step behind her and dump the bowl over her head. She whirls around, her back trapped against the counter. I set the bowl down and lay my hands on either side of the counter, caging her in.

Leaning in closer, I grin and gloat. “You lose.” She blows out a breath, trying to remove the flour from her face, and it blows into mine. Her glare finds my gleeful expression, and I’m stuck in a trance.

A slow smile forms on her face while her eyes shine brightly with happiness. All too quickly, though, my own smile vanishes, and I swallow hard as her lips begin to fall. I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach for her, picking her up to place her on the island. As her hands raise to my floured cheeks, I notice her chest is moving quickly with every heavy breath she takes. The beat matches the speed at which my heart is pounding.

I can’t fuckin’ stop myself. Whatever this pull is, it’s too strong for me to resist. My fingers grip her hips tightly, I drag her forward, and she doesn’t resist. Her legs wrap around my waist. The counter is the perfect height for my hard cock to press against her pussy. Reaching up, I fist her hair and bring her lips closer. Her mouth crashes into mine, setting us drifting into the unknown. Running my tongue along the seam of her lips, I taste the seasoned flour, but it’s quickly replaced by the taste of her as my tongue dances with hers. Oh, fuck! Her other arm flies around my neck to cling to me. Unable to stop, my hands drift under her shirt while she pushes my cut down my arms at the same time.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.”

The sound of Ace’s voice cuts through this invisible cage, and I snap back to reality. “Fuck!” I stumble backward until I hit the counter. “What the fuck did I do?”

“Storm?” Haven’s eyes glisten as if tears are forming.

I can’t say anything to her. I race out of the kitchen and into the bar, where I see Ace, but I don’t stop…I can’t. My footfalls grow louder as I race through the bar, my feet moving faster and faster.

“Storm, I’m sorry. I didn’t…” he yells after me, but