Page 40 of Loving Smoke

“I just like to cook. It relaxes me.” Truth. Nothing like the smell of roasting garlic and the sizzle of onions in a cast iron pan.

“I’m not teasing you. I think that’s great. I also think we should go back to the club, so you can show me some of your talents.” He grinned. “In the kitchen.”

“Ohhh, I don’t know.” Talking about cooking was one thing, but actually cooking a meal bordered on caring about someone. Cooking filled me with pride and I enjoyed sharing that love, but doing it for Smoke would put him on another level. A level I might not be able to fake.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a home-cooked meal?”

“Never?” I teased hoping to lighten the mood at least in my own head.

“Back in San Diego some of the girls who hung around the clubhouse would cook, but it was always big amounts of food for all the brothers, not just me.”

“And you want me to believe you’ve never had a woman cook a meal just for you?”

“That’s a dead fact.” He huffed out a laugh. “The women I knew weren’t really into cooking, or anything domestic.”

“I see.”

“So now you gotta do it.”

My mission was to find out more about him and somehow he turned it around on me and got me talking about cooking and expressing feelings I rarely, if ever, revealed. Smoke intrigued me and that wasn’t good. His many layers confused me, and that wasn’t good either. He was so much more than an outlaw biker and I found myself wanting and needing to hear all his stories. Really get into his head and find out what made him tick.

I also wanted to own his body and never let go—but that wasn’t my reality.

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Against my better judgement I finally gave in to Smoke. I should mention it was after he dipped his talented tongue between my legs and relentlessly lapped at me until I shattered with another mind-blowing orgasm.

This outlaw biker was quickly becoming my addiction.

The industrial kitchen at the club boasted all new appliances and fixtures. I decided to make a simple pesto dish for two reasons. Smoke already told me he was starving and pesto was fast and easy. Of course, he blamed his ravenous appetite on me.

I’d sent him to the local farmer’s market to retrieve basil, pine nuts, grated parmesan cheese, and olive oil. I knew Rita bought most of the fresh produce she brought to the villa there and it was only a few blocks away.

The time alone gave me a chance to regroup and center myself with a pep talk about getting back on track as I sautéed the garlic and onions. The routine of cooking and the fragrant aroma calmed me and brought me back to the reason I came here in the first place. And if I had to use my love of cooking to rope in the bait, so be it.

Like many criminals, Smoke was able to pass himself off in society, when in reality he was also capable of violent crime, and probably even murder. I’d studied this exact behavior in one of my political science classes at Stanford. Then I dove deeper to prepare for a role at the college theater.

“Hey, beautiful.” Smoke stood in the doorway of the kitchen juggling two large sacks of groceries. “Something smells delicious.”

Somehow this tatted, scarred outlaw with the glowing tan from a day spent mostly naked on the beach stole my breath.

“I told you, garlic and onions, better than the most expensive perfume.”

He placed the bags on the stainless steel counter, then circled his arms around me from behind nuzzling his nose into my still damp hair.

“Mmmm. Garlic and onions and the smell of the ocean. Yeah, fuckin’ delicious.”

“You keep that up, and I’ll never get this done.”

Smoke reached over me and shut off the jets under the skillet. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

I twisted my head to look up at him. “I thought you were so hungry.”

“I am, only now I’m hungry for something else.” His hand slid inside my shorts, then further until he found my clit.

I grabbed at his wrist, but he resisted, and I lessened my grip letting him drive his middle finger deep enough to hit my G-spot. My knees buckled and he tightened his hold on me.

“I can make you come right here, but I think it’d be a lot more fun in my shower.”

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