teeth before grabbing something to throw on before heading downstairs to see where she was.
Where did I find her?
In the kitchen.
Cooking breakfast.
And I'm not talking about tossing an egg in a pan and giving me some burnt toast to go with it.
No, this woman was pulling out all the stops. French toast, breakfast potatoes, omelets, and bacon.
"Seeley is going to start resenting me being here," she told me when I walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder as she flipped a slice of French toast.
"No, he won't."
"I made him run out to the store again today to get all this," she said, sounding apologetic.
"Well, he'll get to eat some, won't he?" I asked, leaning down to press my lips into the column of her neck.
"Yeah, but..." she started to object before I shifted my hips forward, grinding my cock against her ass. Had you told me a month ago that watching a woman cook me breakfast would get me hard, I'd have laughed in your face. But here we were. "Huck..."
"Mmm?" I asked, hand sliding down her hip, slipped between her thighs.
"The others are all awake," she objected, voice getting breathless when I found her clit.
"I don't give a fuck."
"I'm... I'm cooking," she said, her head falling back on my shoulder.
"That's an excuse I'll accept," I decided, my hand moving from between her legs, grabbing her around the throat instead, turning her just enough so my lips could claim hers for a minute, just long enough that her gaze was a little hazy when I pulled away. "Don't burn the French toast, babe," I'd said as I moved away. "And you don't need to feel guilty about having Seeley do things," I told her, going for the coffee pot. "That's his job. Do what we tell him."
"Yeah, but I'm not one of you guys," she said, tossing the French toast into what looked like a big stack in the warm oven.
"You're here because I want you here. That's just about the same thing. Don't worry about Seeley. We pay him for what he does."
"Yeah, but he's been shot and gotten a head injury recently. He never gets a break."
"He wants to work as hard as he does. You've never seen any of us cracking whips around here."
"I know. I just hate piling on. But, I figure, I am repaying him with food. You guys seem to live on take-out and hamburgers."
"You worried about me, babe?"
She'd paused at that, trying to find a comeback to that. "Well, seeing as you guys are keeping me alive, I guess I have a vested interest in keeping you all well for the time being."
Ten minutes later, we were all piling plates and sitting down to eat together. Like some ragtag family of sorts
The food?
Banging.
It was the kind of thing a man could happily get used to having around.
A beautiful woman in the kitchen making you food.
I had never considered how good that could be until I had it.
"I'm not challenging you," McCoy said, shaking his head, bringing me back to the present moment. "I'm just reminding you that there is other shit going on. You might be catching feelings, but it won't do you any good if we all end up with bullets," he told me, giving me a nod before moving off.
"I think I am regressing," Harmon called, throwing up her arms.
"Yeah, maybe time for a break, babe," I suggested, waving her over.
McCoy had always been my right-hand, my second-in-command, and the bastard had a good head on his shoulders, so if he was stepping to me to tell me to get my head in the game, then it was out.
Hell, we shouldn't have even been in the driveway at all.
I was being careless.
And I hadn't spoken a word to Arty in days, hadn't checked in on him, didn't know if he was sleeping or eating since the case was proving harder than we'd anticipated.
I owed the kid more than that. He'd done a lot for me over the years.
"I'm sorry I scratched up your bike," Harmon said a moment later, voice tentative, chewing on her lower lip, worried.
"I don't give a fuck about the bike, babe. I just... I need to go handle some business today," I told her.
"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I understand. Actually, I should probably record today too, if you are heading out anyway."
"Sounds good. I will leave Remy here with you. He can keep his beasts quiet, so you can focus."
"That would be great," she agreed, smiling.
Twenty minutes