Page 52 of Resurrection
It's like I’m a fucking wizard.
The scone is ready-to-eat, so I set it to the side and move onto the omelet. Theoretically, a personcouldeat this cold; just pick the brick up and take a bite like a caveman. Add a little hot sauce. Fucking delicious. But I have to think of everyone else this morning, and I know this isn’t a crowd favorite. So I’m going to try my best to make it at leasttasteedible to the not-so-weathered palate.
In other words, Aly.
Alrighty, let’s turn this yellow slab of hardened mush into gourmet eats.
The scent hits me as soon as I tear open the wrapper, sending me back to a time long ago, covered in dirt and grit, surrounded by brothers in arms doing everything we needed to just come home. Upending the package, the entire concoction falls into the cast iron in a dense heap. It barely even falls apart.
That’s quality, right there.
I add in a little water from the amount I purified earlier, sloshing and dispersing the yellow chunks enough so it resembles scrambled eggs. After a minute or so, voila. Breakfast.
They’ll never know the difference.
A contented sigh drifts past my lips as I look down at our meal. It’s not much, but hey, at least it’s not bugs. I guess I could always forage outside for some dandelion greens—there’s a fuck ton of them rightoutside the door—maybe some wild arugula, and make a kick ass salad. That’s pretty much what spring mix is anyways. I don’t know. We’ll see how far this takes us.
Switching out skillets, I prep some instant coffee, mixing the fancy cappuccino mix in with the good old-fashioned grounds. The smell instantly rouses the two sleepyheads, and draws Cole’s attention, their collective groans echoing in the barn.
“Fuck... Yes... Coffee...arrrghhhhmmmph... Fucking hell... Shit... Oh God,” Aly grumbles from her makeshift bed, stiffly rolling out from her sleeping bag and stumbling blindly over. Her arms stretch out in front of her as if the smell alone is directing her to the source.
I’ve already filled her canteen holder with her dose of spicy bean juice by the time she reaches me, but as her hand lifts with a silent plea for her morning jumpstart, I hold it just out of reach, choosing to fold her into my arms, cradling her close, before giving it to her.
“Oh my gravy, I love you so much,” she groans after taking a long sip. “Fuck me, this is exactly what I need.”
I press a smile against her shoulder. “I’ve got what you need right here, sweetheart.” She shivers at my lowered tone as my words caress her neck, her skin pebbling at the sensation, her hips swiveling enticingly. “Breakfast of champions,” I whisper into her ear just before I bite the lobe softly. She gasps as my hand dances along her side, her back arching against my chest as her eyelids drift closed. “Enough to fill you... right... up.” Hermoans drift around us as I punctuate the words with a teasing thrust only to pull back, confusing her when I lift a piece of the scone and press it to her open lips.
Cole chuckles from the entrance at her perplexed response. Brows furrowed in confusion; she takes a bite. Her initial reaction lasts only a moment before she sighs around the pastry, presumably enjoying its taste, and smiles, pecking my cheek before turning back to the fire, just now noticing the rest of the meal I prepared. “Wow, you did all this?”
“Yes, ma’am. Gotta keep the family fed while the chef’s away and Daddy’s playing guard dog.” I lift my chin, indicating to Jax and Cole.
“Daddy, huh?” she asks.
No time like the present to have a little fun with it. “Hey, Daddy!” I call over to Cole.
He turns his head, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Oh, we’re doing this now?”
“She started it.” I point to Aly, expecting her to gawk at the displaced blame, but she simply smiles in response.
“I’m ok with Daddy,” she teases, turning her gaze to Cole with heat in her eyes. “You suit the role anyways.”
“That’s my girl,” Cole flirts back, looking her up and down. “But you,pup..., I still haven’t properly gotten back at you for telling me to ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ back at thelake house when I was a broken lump of shit.” He lifts a finger and points to his temple. “Steel. Trap.”
Oh fuck....
“Uh...Any who,” I start, trying to get Cole’s threatening gaze off of me by any means possible, “Breakfast?” I grab the plastic spork from the package and reach for the eggs.
Gaze never wavering from mine, he walks over, bends down, and takes his coffee in one hand while grasping my wrist with his other. With steady movements, he lifts, bringing my hand to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the bite of eggs balancing on the spork I’m still holding. He chews then swallows, the lump in his throat jumping and drawing my gaze with the movement. My mouth goes dry as my jaw drops to the floor, completely stupefied but entirely and surprisingly turned-on. “That’s more like it,” he says, confident dominance filling his tone. Then, with a wink and a kiss to Aly’s forehead, he ambles back over to the door, resuming his post without another word.
Oh... I’m fucked...
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Jax eventually rose from the dead to join our breakfast party, agreeing that we should hunker down for the day to make sure we weren’t being followed. In the meantime, to curb our boredom, we decided to rummage through all the old shit left in the barn to see if there was anything we could use in the days ahead.
“Hold up. Check this out,” I move back over to the other side of the barn, shining a light on something very large but covered. Dust goes flying everywhere as I pull off the tarp, revealing two motorcycles.
“Well, now, would you look at that. Find any keys?” Jax asks as he follows behind, a freshly made canteen holder full of coffee in his hand.
