Page 61 of Rough Cowboy
“If I do, do I get another kiss?”
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
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ELSIE
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AWEEK FLIES BY.
A long week of abstaining from sexual activity while my cowboy roommate’s jeans cling to his massive thighs and parade his package around, teasing my pink pussy and leaving me all hot and bothered.
“I’m starving. Do we have leftover pie?” I open the fridge. “I miss your mom’s buffet meals stretching over the table.”
It’s the last day before Sammy comes home, and we have a busy day planned. After breakfast, we’re taking the gator up the creek for a swim and picnic.
Silver chuckles. “Not a cook, are you?”
I shake my head.
“Let’s see what we have that’s not a dessert.” He closes the fridge.
I lean against the cupboard and run my fingers up and down my stomach. “Yes, let’s put your cooking skills to the test and see what delicious foods you can ship up to satisfy me.”
He stops rummaging through the cupboards and sends me a seductive look. “I can think of many ways to satisfy you, but they have nothing to do with food.”
“First, you have to satisfy this demanding baby. Then we’ll talk about how you can satisfy me.”
“There won’t be any talking.” He’s wicked, and I love it. He continues taking out ingredients. “We have bread and eggs and syrup. French toast?”
I suck in air through my teeth. “Will they compare to your mom’s french toast?”
“I’m always up for a challenge. But I must warn you, I’m not responsible for any kitchen disasters that might happen.” Bowls rattle on the counter, and cutlery clangs inside.
“I’ll supervise you closely.”
“Is that what you’re calling it? Supervision?” He winks, and my middle does silly high school summersaults.
Silver moves in the kitchen confidently and gracefully. He has a natural flair for cooking I didn’t know about. I’ve learned so many new things about him this week.
“I might have to give you a new nickname. The Hunky Kitchen Cowboy.”
Silver smirks. “Who’s the corny one?”
His arm muscles flex as he mixes the batter. “I need cinnamon and nutmeg from the pantry.”
I push off the counter. “Now, that’s something I can do.” I rifle through the cupboards but come up empty.
“Check the pantry.” Silver nods at the small door.
Inside the small thin pantry, I pull the chain to the single lightbulb. The light swings and casts a dim glow over the pine shelves. They aren’t stocked to the limit with food like Lillian’s pantry. Instead, it looks more like a junk room. I knock my hip on a small table and there’s even a bicycle at the back.
I spot small jars and lean over the small table to read them.
“Anything?”
“I can’t reach the top jars.”
