Page 30 of Jaasiel

“Jaa, this is breathtaking! Where are we?”

“Georgia, you showed me how you camp. Now I am going to show you how I camp. Come on, baby. I already took our bags in.”

I get a better look after I get out, and the cabin is nothing short of amazing, and even though the cabin is huge, it only has one bedroom. One the bed is a chest reminiscent of a pirate’s treasure chest.

“What is that?”

“It is a chest for couples. Inside it has activities meant for us to learn more about each other, and I chose the spiciest option for us. I hope you are up to it.”

“Hmm, you are being really mysterious, Jaa. I am a little surprised, but I am game for any level of spice you want to give me.”

“First, how about we shower, then I’ll feed you, and then you can use your mouth to make good on all those promises.”

“Well, don’t talk about it. Let’s be about it!” I say, already getting undressed while I head to the bathroom.

I know the rubber is going to hit the road while we are at this cabin. I am going to have to tell Jaasiel about my sister and all that entails. I have avoided talking about it because it is hurtful to me in more ways than one, but it would be nice to have someone else to share the burden with for a change. We have not officially declared our love for one another, but his love is there with every touch, every meal, every word, and in the way he looks at me and cares for me. I can only hope he feels the same love returned to him from the way I love him.

Although Max almost damaged my company’s reputation with his antics, I am grateful that his behavior ultimately led me to Jaasiel. He is literally everything! Everything I wanted and looked for and everything I did not know I even wanted or even vocalized. The way I would burn this world to the ground for him is understandable, and I do not feel bad about feeling this way. His love brings me a level of security and trust that I can be my crazy self with him and know he will protect and cherish it and me. Yeah, I am so in love with this quiet, laid-back, sexy, amazing chef I can’t even see straight. I step out of the shower, dry off, lotion, and put on his shirt because if I can’t live in his skin, his clothes will have to do, and head down to the kitchen.

Fifteen

The food is almost ready when she strolls in the kitchen into my shirt. I love seeing her in my clothes.

“Sit, Ni Ni,” I order her. She pops the collar of my shirt as she goes over to the chair I have placed in the center of the kitchen.

“I like this forceful side of you, Jaa. From breaking the guy’s hand, to whisking me away, and now ordering me around. I could get used to this side of you; it’s turning me the hell on,” she says as sitting down. The woman is as crazy as they come, and I love it. The more time I have spent with Parker has allowed her to let her guard down and show me more and more of her personality, and I am grateful that she feels that comfortable with me. I have worked to provide her with a level of strength and security so that she can be whoever she wants to be with me.

“Is that a fact?” Her quick head shake is almost comical.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“I need to hear the words, Reka.”

“What does that mean? And yes, I trust you.”

“It means sweetness. Close your eyes.” I take the blindfold and put it on her eyes securing it at the back of her head. “Good?”

“Yes,” she says breathily, and I think I may have unlocked a new or hidden kink in her.

“Good. I have always loved food, watching it be transformed from its simple form into something amazing that not only nourishes the body but also brings people of all races, nationalities, religions, or sexual orientations together. I would always be in the kitchen when either one of my parents was cooking; when I was younger, I would hide under the table and watch so I could be in the kitchen but out of the way. My dad eventually made me his sous chef, preparing the food and running to get ingredients. Eventually, my mom allowed me to be her prepper, and I began cutting and chopping food,” I tell her as I bring over the lemon poundcake strawberry. “Open,” I command.

“Guess baby.”

“Hmm, that’s delicious. All I can tell is its lemon and strawberry. Is that lemon cake with strawberry on top? Wait, no, let me think,” I can see her working out in her head what she just ate.

“Want another one?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but that takes away a request.”

“Wait, what?”

“I feed you, and you have to guess what it is. For every correct guess, you get a request, and every time you need more than one taste, you lose a request.”

“Well, that’s stupid. You’re a chef. There is no way I can guess what you cooked off of one taste.”

---