Page 30 of Bee

"Bee, you've spent the night at my place before. Same rules apply. I'll stay to myself, but you shouldn't have to travel all the way back to the clubhouse so late at night... not if you don't want to." He shrugs before he reaches up to turn the lights off over the bar.

I could spend the night here with him. His arms around me in the middle of the night is one part of our time together that I miss. I didn't want to become dependent on falling asleep with him next to me, but now that he's offering it seems stupid not to take him up on his offer.

"Sounds good to me. Take me home, Bear." I joke with him, and he squints his eyes at me as if he doesn't like me reverting to his nickname.

I know he does. The way his chest puffs out just a little bit. He's easy to read when it comes to stroking his ego.

"Crazy ass." He mutters as he walks to the door snagging my hand on the way. We turn off the rest of the lights before he turnsup the alley and walks up the stairs that leads to his apartment. Three steps up and I'm already dragging. I'm so tired.

"Really." He groans before he turns and in a swift move lifts me into his arms and continues his way up the stairs. I yelp at the sudden feeling of being weightless.

"Hell, keep this up and you're going to have to carry me up these stairs every time I visit." I joke and I watch the desire flare to life in his eyes.

This is the same man who told me that he would never touch me like that. That he didn't want to fuck me but now there's no mistaken what I see.

Oh...yes.

"You make it sound like you're going to be visiting often." He questions as he pushes open the door to his place.

"We'll see." I mutter as he gets me inside and slowly lowers me to the ground.

I don't want to assume he's on the same page as me so I make my way to the living room.

"When was the last time you ate?" Rye asks as he goes to the small kitchenette.

"Food? Uh..." My words trail off. I don't think I've eaten anything all day. No wonder I'm so lethargic. I've been going at a break neck pace for hours with nothing in my system besides water.

"Yeah, like I thought." Rye grumbles, his grumpy side already showing back up again.

I lean back and watch him working in the kitchen. He whips together some spaghetti so fast it nearly makes my head spin. I'm impressed that it's not just something he had to heat up. No, he sautes the meat and seasons the sauce. He checks the noodles to make sure they are the correct texture. I'm enthralled for the full thirty minutes it takes him to finish.

I was tired before but seeing him in the kitchen doing what he needs to do is more than enough to give me my second wind. My stomach growls loudly when he makes a plate and starts over in my direction.

"Come, eat." He gestures to the plate.

I'm not hungry anymore...not for food.

"That's okay, you eat." I nod my head so he knows I'm okay.

He presses his lips together tightly before blowing his breath out of his nose. "Why you always gotta be so difficult."

"Making things hard is my specialty." I smirk at him and his eyebrow hitches up. The innuendo isn't lost on either of us.

"Food." He twirls up a bit of the pasta making sure to get some of the meat on the fork before he purses his lips and blows it.

Good god, why is that so fucking sexy? Slowly he brings the fork to my mouth.

Opening up I take the food inside. The second the flavors hit my tongue I can't help the moan that leaks out. It's so good.

I chew it up and swallow. He's already ready with the next bite.

We do this for a few minutes, his eyes are focused on my mouth. His pupils wide and his breathing heavy. Something about feeding me is turning him on. I've been with a lot of people who had different kinks but this is a first for me.

"You like this don't you?" I ask just to verify.

He blinks a few times breaking out of the trance, "I like you being taken care of. I like taking care of you."

I'm not used to someone waiting on me hand and foot but if this is what he's like I'm not going to be the one to deny him. Besides I can get used to this.