Page 54 of More Than Anything

“Because everything from my waist down is wound tighter than a spring,” he huffed.

“Want me to go downstairs and sleep on the sofa?”

“Hell no! I want you right here in my arms.”

“Well, okay. I’d give you a hand job, but I don’t think that’s what you really want for our first time.”

“No. It’s not. I think it should be mutually beneficial.” He sighed again and put a finger under her chin, tipping her face upward toward his. “And I can make that happen.”

“I can barely wait. Night, baby.”

“Night, angel. Get some sleep.”

“And tomorrow we ride the horses?”

Avery grinned there in the dark. “Yes. Tomorrow we ride the horses.”

What the hell was that smell? Avery rolled to his side and realized he was alone in the big bed. Then he recognized the scent.

Bacon. There was bacon somewhere in his house, the magical meat he loved, somehow conjured into his home. He slipped on his jeans from the day before, along with a tee he found on the chair, and shuffled off downstairs.

The sight that greeted him brought a huge smile to his face. Danette was standing at the stove in her pajama pants and a cute little spaghetti strap top, skillet handle in one hand and spatula in the other. Lydia was still roaming around in nothing but her panties and his Harvey’s tee shirt, cracking eggs into a mixing bowl and whisking away. Skipper sat on the floor nearby and every time one of the women seemed to be turning toward him, he’d sit up and beg. When they’d turn away, he’d drop down to sitting, only to rise back up to beg when one of them turned again in a way he perceived as being toward him. They were ignoring him, but he obviously hadn’t caught on yet.

“Well, would you look at this!” he laughed out, and they both turned.

“Good morning, babe!” Lydia called out and ran across the room to him. He caught her just as she leaped up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, took his face in her hands, and kissed him?hard.

“Wow! I like this greeting! Hey, Dan!” he called out.

Danette waved the spatula in his direction. “Hey, honey! We’re cooking breakfast!”

“I see that! I’m pretty impressed. It smells really good. Do I have time to feed the cows?”

“No. It’s almost ready, but I’ll help you after breakfast,” Lydia told him, beating the eggs a little more as Danette finished the bacon and wiped out the skillet.

“All yours,” Danette announced to Lydia, and the tiny blond moved into the spot in front of the stove and poured the egg mixture into the already-hot skillet. The smell of eggs filled the air and Avery’s mouth watered. She chopped at them with the spatula and just about the time she turned them out of the skillet and onto a plate, the timer went off and Danette pulled a pan of biscuits out of the oven. Avery just stood and stared, not able to take it all in, until Danette told him, “There’s coffee over here, Avery. You want some?”

“Hell yeah!” he sang out, and both women laughed. In less than a minute, eggs, bacon, and biscuits were on the table. Lydia pulled a bottle of honey out of the cabinet, then slid a plate of freshly-sliced tomatoes onto the table.

“Orange juice?” Lydia asked Danette.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Danette answered, and Lydia poured her a large glass of juice, then poured one for herself.

“Anything else you need, baby?” Lydia asked Avery.

“No. This is… lord, ladies, this is awesome. Just awesome. I really don’t know what to think.”

“Hope you enjoy it. It’s the least I can do,” Danette told him, forking three pieces of bacon onto his plate. “Eggs?”

“Yes, please!” He watched as she spooned a large helping of scrambled eggs onto his plate, then took the plate from her when she handed it to him. “Do we have butter?”

“Do we have butter? Do pigs have bristles? Of course we have butter!” Lydia said with a laugh. Before he could get his biscuit buttered, the two chefs had joined him at the table with their full plates.

A breakfast that delicious was a joyous way to start the morning, sitting there with two beautiful women, one of whom was a good friend and the other, the beating of his heart. They laughed and talked until the food was gone and the coffee was dwindling.

“I guess I should get home,” Danette said as she started gathering up the dishes. “I’ve got to go to the office. We’ve got a chemical compound that’s almost completed. This could be the big one, the one that puts us on the map with the chemical companies.”

“Oh! That’s awesome!” Lydia cooed. “I hope it works out.”

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