Page 12 of Giving It to the Monster

“Stay, and I’ll get you something.”

He walked into the kitchen and fired up the stove. Cracking several eggs into a bowl, he whipped them up.

“Scrambled eggs?” Natasha asked.

“That’s right. I told you to stay put.”

“And I wanted to see if I remembered you right. You always looked good in the kitchen. Even when we were doing movie night, and you were making nachos. I loved them.” She took a seat, and it was damn hard for him to not love the memory.

They’d had so many movie nights growing up. She’d camp ‘round his place, or more often, he’d stay with her. By the time they got older, the movie nights were just an excuse to make out.

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents. They were good people.”

“Thank you. Sorry about your dad.”

“Shit happens,” he said. Grabbing a pan, he added a lot of butter and watched it melt.

“He asked after you a lot.”

“Who?” Saint asked.

“My dad. He missed you, and he was always disappointed that nothing ever came between us.”

“What did he think of your choice of husband?”

Natasha sighed, to which he glanced over his shoulder. “Dad didn’t like him at all. In fact, he hated him. Told me I was making a mistake, and that I should just head back to Sinners’ Corner where I belonged.”

“Your dad hated me.”

“No. He didn’t hate you. Dad was worried that your association with the club would come back to hurt us. He adored you, Saint. Told my ex that he didn’t really stand a chance with you.” She smiled. “That wasn’t such a good day. You’d have found it funny. Dad standing up for you.”

He smiled. “Especially when he was the one chasing my naked ass down the street.”

Natasha laughed. “Yeah, he didn’t like the fact that his sweet girl was caught doing the dirty.”

Saint felt a stirring in his cock, which hadn’t been there for a long time. Damn, what was this woman doing to him?

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