Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,54
and the guys follow me as I tell them what to pick up and what it’s for. I even show them where the instructions are on each pack if it has them. I am slightly surprised that their mom’s didn’t show them to be honest, but then again it is a pretty common sense thing to do, to read the packet.
We’ve been going around for probably ten minutes when I start to notice Rafe adding his own mix of ingredients to the cart. I carrying on watching him and after the third item, I get suspicious.
“What are you planning to make Big Guy?” I ask.
He looks like a deer caught in headlights for second when all of the guys turn to look at him accusingly and my grin just widens.
“Erm, nothing?” he replies like it’s a question.
“Now why does that not sound completely honest?” I push and I’m rewarded with a look that promises retribution. I just smirk.
Bring it Big Guy.
“Fine. I thought I’d cook balsamic glazed pork chops with mustard mash and garlic green beans, when it’s my turn to make food” he explains reluctantly.
I am not the only one that is gaping in shock at him right now.
Say what?
That definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I was almost thinking that he was adding things because he had a meal in mind that he wanted me to cook or that he wanted me to teach him a certain meal.
“You can fucking cook dickhead?” Jensen curses, quicker to recover than the rest of us.
“Well yeah” he replies scrubbing his hand on the back of his neck as two pink dots appear on his cheeks.
“Why the fuck didn’t you say something?” Riot asks amused.
“Fuck that. Why the hell have we been eating ramen and snacks whenever we’ve come up to the cabin?” Trick demands.
“Like fuck did I want to spend the whole week cooking for you fuckers and if I cooked once, you would’ve wanted me to cook every damn day” he growls.
I hum my agreement, he actually has a point. Of course Jensen has to be a cheeky fucker though.
“Maybe we wouldn’t. Maybe you’re a shit cook” he grins cheekily and Rafe rolls his eyes.
“I’m a good cook. You remember those brownies that I said mom made?”
“You mean the ones that Jensen literally begged you for a week to ask your mom to make him more?” Trick ask, chuckling.
“Yep those” Rafe grins smugly, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
“No fucking way” Jensen’s mouth falls open. “You made those!”
“Yep” Rafe replies again, obviously getting tired of using long sentences now.
Jensen’s eyes go comically wide, as the others look suitably impressed. I have to admit, I really want to try those brownies right now.
“You have to make them on this trip” Jensen practically pleads and Rafe just stands there with his eyebrow raised.
Seeing that he’s not going to get anywhere, Jensen turns to me.
“Ever, help” he pleads, breaking out his pout and making me chuckle.
“Normally I wouldn’t entertain him but I really, really want to try those brownies now so . . .” I trail off as Jensen interrupts me.
“Yes!” Jensen celebrates before I’ve even had a chance to try and convince Rafe.
A little premature if you ask me.
I walk up to Rafe and run my hand up his wide chest as he smirks down at me, his blue eyes glittering in amusement.
“Pretty please can we make brownies Big Guy?” I ask pouting up at him.
His grin just widens and challenge flashes in his eyes. I’m pretty damn certain that the second I said I wanted to try them, he was going to make them but I’ll play the game, it’s fun.
I grab a handful of his shirt and pull him down until his face is next to mine. He comes willingly, his hands landing on my hips.
“I bought lots of super pretty underwear with me” I whisper in his ear. "Trick sent you a photo of it."
He inhales sharply and I repress my smirk.
“I’ll let you chose which set I wear and then model it for you?” I ask, biting down on his ear.
He groans, before moving back and slamming his lips against mine in a heated and two curling kiss.
“Deal” he whispers huskily as he pulls back.
“What the fuck did she say to you?” Cash asks, curiosity burning in his tone.
I turn around to see all the guys heated stares are on me.
“She got you guys brownies that’s all you need to know” Rafe smirks.