Page 41 of Heron's Flame

“You laughing at me, Spark?”

She slapped a hand over her chest. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good. Because I’d slap that delicious ass and then fuck you from behind. Right here in the kitchen.”

She bit her lip, nibbling on the plump bottom cushion, and I wanted to drop everything to bite into it before sucking that soft flesh into my mouth.

“You gotta slather it on both sides in a thin layer. And then there’s the cheese.”

“Show me.”

Oh, I’d show her plenty once I finished feeding her stomach hunger. The other hunger? That would take hours, but I wasn’t opposed to starting in the kitchen and then working our way to our room. Yeah, no more of this her room and mine shit. Everything I had was hers. Didn’t mean shit to me without her. I’d give her the key, my heart, and my fucking devotion.

I opened a block of mild cheddar and fresh provolone. The club girls kept groceries stocked based on the members’ preferences, and I insisted on block cheese, Hellmann’s mayo, and a few other essentials. It was never too much hassle for good grilled cheese.

Using a cheese slicer, I shaved off thin slices of the cheddar and provolone while the pan heated. I melted a pad of butter and then dropped a few slices of bread down on the side where Ihad spread the mayo. Layers of cheese were next, followed by the rest of the bread, with mayo side up.

Rebel watched me pour tomato soup into a small pot. Her eyes widened when I added milk instead of water and began to stir. I left the heat on medium as I checked the grilled cheese, flipping once it had the perfect browned crust.

“Why the milk?” she finally asked, eagerly watching as I continued to cook.

“Well, Babe, it’s creamier. I think most people prefer it that way. Some, like Cuckoo, like it acidic with water. He’s nuts, so I’m not surprised.”

She giggled.

Once the meal was ready, I ladled soup into two bowls and placed them on the island. The grilled cheese finished, and I plated them, slicing at an angle and watching with satisfaction as the cheese began to ooze. Steam rose off the bread and soup as I sat beside her. “Dig in, Babe. No need to wait for me.”

Rebel flashed a grin and picked up one half of her sandwich. “Oh, my god,” she moaned around the first bite, cheese stretching from the bread to her mouth. “How did you do this?” She chewed, swallowed, and took another bite, moaning louder. “It’s divine.”

“I just explained how to make it, beautiful.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

The yummy noises continued and I swear to fuck each one tickled my cock, encouraging the fucker to keep swelling larger until I squirmed on the seat, ready to bend her over and fuck her right here without delay.

We managed to finish our meal before I pounced on her, and Rebel rinsed the dishes, placing everything in the sink to wash later. She stifled a yawn as I strode forward, scooped her up, and headed toward our room.

“Do you think I can get a raincheck on our conversation?”

Yeah, I didn’t feel like digging into her past right now, either. I wanted to hold her, keep her safe, and deal with the monsters from her past once she felt rested.

“You got it, my Spark.”

Chapter 13 Rebel

My fingers twitched as my hands clasped together, and I sucked in a deep breath, watching Heron’s reaction. I told him everything once we woke this morning, staying in our room to have the conversation we both dreaded but needed. Well, almost everything. I didn’t tell him about the baby I lost yet. It hurt more than all the rapes and beatings combined.

Heron paced the floor, long since moving from my side since his anger made it impossible to remain still. His neck cracked, and the muscles on his back and shoulders popped and rolled as he tried to wrangle that veracious, bloodthirsty beast inside him that craved vengeance.

“You’re not saying anything,” I pointed out, becoming increasingly nervous the longer it went without him speaking.

“I don’t want to yell, curse, or overwhelm you,” he admitted through clenched teeth. His jaw seemed so tense I thought he might break his jaw.

“Heron, look at me.”

He paused, curling his hands into fists as our eyes met. “Babe. I need to do something about this.”

“Do what? Go after Paul?”

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