Page 63 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Angel, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a fried banana and peanut butter sandwich.”

“I… if you tell me you’re really the King of Rock n’ Roll, I’m going to go running now.”

“No Elvis here, but if you’re a good girl I’ll show you how well I can move my hips later.”

“I bet you would.You really are a freak, aren’t you, Logan?”

He winks at me and I find myself laughing.I haven’t felt like laughing in a while, but around Devil I tend to do it all the time.

“What’s all this?I thought you just put the peanut butter and banana together?”I ask, trying to pay attention to what he’s doing as he gathers ingredients.

“Sacrilege!The secret to making a sandwich fit for the King is the honey.”

“Honey?Do I even have that?”

“Found it in the cabinet.See peanut butter alone is more than filling.It’s enough to make you lick your lips and moan from pleasure, but if you add a little sweet honey so it sticks to the peanut butter making it slide down your throat while the flavor explodes on your tongue.Andthenthere’s the cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon?”I’m whispering because his words conjure up images that have nothing to do with a sandwich or cooking.

“Anything thick, sweet and moan-worthy needs a little spice added so you always remember it.”

“Does it?”

“Definitely.A little something extra so you always remember it and come back for more.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re comparing your sandwich to your dick?”

“Actually it’s sex.All good cooking should remind you of sex.”

“Seriously?”

“Definitely, Angel.”

“What about fruitcake?”

I giggle when he screws his face up in distaste.

“I saidgoodcooking, woman.”

“Well, hand me some bread and I’ll spread the peanut butter stuff on it.I’m suddenly hungry.”

“Now we’re talking,” he jokes, while handing me the bread.“You do that and I’ll add the bananas to the other side.”

I get one done and he takes his slice with the bananas and smashes them together—being really messy.

“Uh—”

“Sometimes the best things in life are messy, but when it all comes together it can be perfect,” he says and he leans over to kiss me.

It’s not a long kiss, it’s short and sweet, but it makes me feel happy.It makes me feel like I matter to him and I’m starting to believe I really do.Why else would a man go through as much as he has and still be in my kitchen tonight making me sandwiches… and mostly making me smile?

All signs are pointing to the fact that Devil likes me.

Like I do him…

“You have peanut butter on you,” I tell him when he pulls away.

“I do?Where?”

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