Food and a sexy wolf?
Tegan:Say less.
Thirty-Seven
Atlas
Tegan opened her front doorand launched herself at me, wrapping me in a tight hug and pressing her cheek against my chest.
“Hey, baby,” I said, leaning down to nuzzle her head. “Everything okay?” I asked. Her text earlier made it seem like something happened today.
“Better now that you’re here,” she said without elaborating. “What did you bring us for dinner?”
“Mac’s Barbeque. One of my all-time favorite cheat meals.” I’d been having a lot of those lately. Oddly enough, I didn’t care all that much. I was enjoying myself. Enjoying this.
Enjoying Tegan.
“Sounds delicious,” Tegan said, leading me inside.
“It is.” I set the bags of carryout on the counter, my mouth watering slightly at the scent of the food. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything.”
Tegan’s eyes widened at the sight of all the barbecue and sidesI’d brought. “This is like a buffet.” She leaned over the pulled pork and took a deep inhale. “Fuck, it smells amazing.”
I barked a laugh, amused over my sweet thing’s appreciation for good food. “Get us some plates, baby. Let’s eat.”
Tegan pulled a plate for me from the cupboard. After I loaded it up with a generous serving of barbecue, mac and cheese, and cornbread, I took a seat at the tiny table in the corner of the kitchen.
“What would you like to drink?” she asked as she set her plate down. “I have water, sweet tea, or lemonade.”
My precious little hostess with the mostest.
“Some water would be great, please.”
Tegan grabbed us both a glass of water before sliding into her chair. I watched with anticipation as she brought her pulled pork sandwich to her mouth. If she didn’t like it, this would be a deal breaker. Not really, but I mean, who doesn’t like barbecue? Even vegans like barbecued jackfruit.
“Oh my gosh,” she groaned through a bite of her sandwich. “This is freaking delicious.”
My dick was hard. Watching her eat did things for me.
“I’m glad you like it. I was going to have to reevaluate our relationship if you didn’t,” I teased.
She snorted. “What’s not to like about sugary slow-cooked meats?”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face, tightening my cheeks so hard, it almost hurt. “Attagirl.”
She bit her lip and smiled at me before taking a drink. Her and that praise kink would be the death of me.
We sat in companionable silence while we ate, quickly scarfing down our food.
“I don’t think I could eat another bite,” she said as she pushedher chair away from the table and patted her light pink lips with her napkin.
“Same.” I wiped my muzzle, making sure to get any trace of barbecue sauce or lingering crumbs. Being furry was tough.
Tegan grabbed our plates and started to clean up the kitchen.
“Why don’t you let me help—”
“I’ve got it,” she insisted.
