“We’re not having a threesome, if that’s what you mean,” he grumbles, turning on the gas stove.
“Idiot.” I roll my eyes. “I mean, let’s not make his stay miserable. Let’s include him when we’re not… you know. Doing other stuff.”
“I’m not counting on that happening all too often.” He lets fall the three rib-eye steaks into the large pan, and soon, the kitchen is filled with a fragrant smell. “What else?”
“Huh?”
“What should I make apart from the steak?”
“Just steak is fine.”
“Gotta get those food groups in, Piper,” he chides, and I snort.
“I’ve gotten enough of the dad talk recently, with Logan. I think I’m all daddied out.”
“Daddied out, hm?” Quill leaves his steaks for a minute to come toward me, trapping me between his muscular arms. “Want me to show you what kind of a daddy I can be?”
“Quill!”
He presses his lips to mine. “Now, behave and eat your food groups, cricket, unless you want me to flip you over and spank you against this counter with my spatula.”
He waves the metal utensil at me threateningly.
“What if Iwantyou to spank me against the counter with a spatula?”
“Then I will, but only if you eat your food groups.”
He flashes me an evil smirk then returns to the frying pan, flipping the steaks that have been searing on the hot pan. At the same time, he puts some water to boil and cooks us pasta, before adding some sliced mushrooms to the pan where the steak is cooking.
“Do mushrooms count as veggies?” I ask. “I thought they were fungus.”
“Right. Guess I’ll have to spank you, after all, for not getting those food groups in.”
“It kind of sounds like that’s what was going to happen regardless.”
Smirking again, Quill turns off the gas and tumbles the steak, pasta and mushrooms into plates.
“I’m gonna call Josh to come eat with us,” I tell him, and scramble off the counter with the idea to hurry out and get Josh before he can prevent that from happening.
But he’s faster. He hooks his arms around me and pulls me back.
“Josh is eating with us,” I assert.
“Whatever. But you’re not leaving me, not even for a second.”
I bite down on a protest when I see the look in his eyes. I suddenly realize he’s just as scared as I am. Scared that this is temporary, that it’s fragile, that at any moment, he could lose me again.
Melting at this sign that he’s just as needy as I am, I cling to him. “I’ll never leave you.”
He wraps a strong arm around me, and I moan at how safe it makes me feel. “Then don’t. Stay with me. All the time.”
I nod, before I suddenly wonder just how literal his request is. “You want me to stay when you’re showering?”
“We’ll shower together.”
“How about when I pee?”
Why the hell does the memory of that make me wet? I definitely don’t have a golden shower kink, and I’m pretty sure Quill doesn’t either.
