Page 12 of Colby's Lost Binky

I rolled over, snuggling closer to him. It was still dark outside, and, as luck would have it, it was my day off. I could spend all day in his arms, in this bed, and not miss a thing.

Barrister’s bed was huge, and we could have easily been on opposite ends and had to shout to each other. Fine, it wasn’t that big, but it was much larger than my couch.

We didn’t use it all though. I took up the same amount of room I did on the couch because I was staying as close to his body as I could. His warmth and his scent wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure if he wore cologne or if the deep, rich smell was from his soap, but whatever the case was, I loved it. I just wanted to curl up there and stay for the entire day.

I wasn’t going to be able to stay in bed that long. I already had to pee. But until that became un-ignorable, I was staying right where I was and enjoying being in my new favorite place.

“Are you awake, or are you trying to recapture sleep?” Barrister’s sleepy voice was music to my ears.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Oh, okay. Let me know when you decide.” He held me a little closer.

Yawning, I closed my eyes and did fall back asleep, but not for long. The need was still a little too strong. Begrudgingly, I climbed out of bed. The sun had started to rise and, all too soon, it would be time to get up.

I headed into the bathroom and took care of business. When I came back into the bedroom, he was thankfully right where I left him. Only his eyes weren’t closed. He was watching the door, waiting for me, a smile blooming on his face.

“Like what you see?” I gave myself a little wiggle.

“You have no idea.” Oh, he was wrong. I did have an idea. Barrister wasn’t one of those guys who hid what he was thinking, feeling. He showed me yesterday just how much he thought of my body…how sexy he thought I was…how much I turned him on. I’d never had someone treat me that way before. Like it wasn’t a chore or an obligation. He just wanted me, and it was everything.

I climbed back under the covers, nestled in close to him. “Do you have to work today?” Did I sound clingy and needy? Probably. Did I care? Not one single ounce.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” Another kiss, this time on my forehead. “Why don’t you stay here and get a little more sleep, and I’ll make us some breakfast?”

I wasn’t great at cooking, but I had gotten better at it since working at the coffeehouse. We had a very, very minimal menu, only the basics, but I could do them. So, it was sort of like cooking.

“Or,” I countered, “you can stay here. Let me take care of you.” I rubbed my cheek against his.

He chuckled, his laughter almost as good as a hug. “I got you.”

When he got up, I kept my eyes open long enough to watch his ass walk out, then I fell back asleep. When I woke up the next time, the smell of bacon had me getting out of bed. I threw on my boxer briefs and headed toward that delicious smell.

I’d expected to find him at the stove, but he was sitting at the table, which was set, reading the paper. “I didn’t know people still got paper newspapers.”

“This is the freebie one they throw on the steps. I get my real newspaper online,” he explained.

Which was more what I would have expected. “Smells like you’re cooking bacon.” Only I didn’t see any or even the pan where he would be cooking it.

“I am.”

“But you’re in your seat.” Had he been cooking, it wouldn’t have been from where he was.

“Wait, you don’t know the trick?”

I had no idea what he was talking about and shook my head.

He got up and went over to the stove. “Come on, follow me.” I did, and, when he opened it, I saw a cooling rack on a jelly roll pan lined with bacon, the grease dripping down out of it.

“Easiest way to make bacon there is.”

“I’ll have to try that.” I didn’t care if it was unconventional; it smelled amazing. “Want me to whip us up some eggs and toast?”

“Or I can.”

I didn’t need to be the cook, and I’d refused to be the mandated cook in any relationship from friendship to siblings to dating. I’d been in relationships like that before and vowed never again. If he wanted to cook because it made him feel more like he was taking on the daddy role, I wasn’t going to yank that away from him. But also, I didn’t want him to feel he had to take care of me. Not when we were big like this. If we ever decided to explore my little side, we’d negotiate from there.

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