Chapter 13: Winter

It was really weird, but when I knocked on her bedroom door, she said coming, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was touching herself in the shower.

No.

I didn’t want to think that way, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to control myself. My love for cooking kept all my sexual thoughts at bay. Sky and Husk will be back late this evening, and I wanted to spend as much time getting to know Fagua before they returned. The tension with them around was too much.

I went back into the kitchen and lightly heated up the steaks, then debated what to do about the Cuban rice I made. My phone chimed, but I ignored it, needing to get everything ready for Fagua. I knew the eggs would be cold, but then I could keep them at the same temperature in the oven. I rushed to do that, then felt satisfied she could take as long as she needed, as I decided to check the message.

You have the place to yourself. Sky and I are out for the night. H

I glanced at the work emails. I had so many damn ones unopened; too many, and I wished I’d never looked at my phone, because now I had the temptation to go through them.

Most of them should have been directed to Sky, and he should have been taking care of his shit. He’d been so damn unreliable lately, I shouldn’t be surprised he’d let me down. Once again, I hated the idea of my brother losing it, but I couldn’t hide the fact he´d been troubled. Maybe going out with Fagua would help him release some of the tension. I started shifting through all my emails, debating whether to send a message to Sky when she walked through the door.

She was breathtaking with her hair pinned up in a loose bun, strands of hair bouncing off her face as she approached me. I couldn’t help but smile at her in the red strapless ruffle dress I’d bought, which hugged her body and emphasized her curves. I didn't care what Husk had said. She wasn't skin and bones to me. She was perfect, and as she came in closer, I smelled her perfume and the underlying scent of soap and the unique, addictive scent all her own. Between her beauty and the red, slinky dress, which made her pale skin light up, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. There was a slit up her thigh, and I forgot all about the time I’d been waiting for her.

“Sorry, I took so long,” she said as she walked toward me like she was on a catwalk.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I confessed to her.

“No one’s ever called me before.” A little tear escaped her eye, and I felt guilty for ruining the perfection in front of me.

“So, what is this you made for us? I do like a man in the kitchen,” She sniffled, her smile widening.

“I think all women do.”

“True, but the men in our town, they’re cavemen. They expect women to be in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning and in between breading cubs and having their legs wide open on the bed, and not necessarily in order.”

I hated to break it to her, but it sounded like Husk in a nutshell. I removed the hot plates from the stove, and placed everything on the table, so I didn’t have to get up and down. She talked freely, and it made me feel good knowing she felt comfortable enough with me.

“I’ve never been with anyone who makes me want to make an effort.”

She surprised me with her open invitation, and I nearly dropped the steaks on the floor. She blushed and she turned away. I wanted her to tell me more, but then it was all too soon. I needed to make sure she was really ready, and one day, one night wouldn’t mean she was ready for forever. And there was too much at stake to be playing games.

“The first dish is Cuban rice. Have you had it before?”

She shook her head.

“The next, well, it’s kind of obvious, steak and salad and if you’re hungry we can have ice-cream or cake for dessert. Would you care for some wine, or do you just want water?”

She laughed. “Are those the only two options?”

I couldn’t help my grin. “No, there’s more…”

“I’m just playing. I know, it was just kind of funny, the way you said it.”

I sighed. “Sometimes, I think I’m taking after Husk. I get a little too serious at times.”

“Oh no, don’t. Please just be you. And I’ll take wine, please.”

I winked at her. “I’ll try. Now, dig in before it gets cold again. I don’t think I can reheat twice without ruining it. Afterward we’ll catch the movie in the theatre and see where the night takes us.”

She raised her empty glass, and I quickly filled it with the cabernet sauvignon and did the same for my own.

I lifted my glass in a toast. “Sounds like a plan!”

We clinked glasses and she took a big sip before tasting all the food. Her moans while she ate had my cock hardening.

“Husk and Sky are going to be sorry they missed this,” she said between bites. “I feel sorry for Sky, but Husk needs to be taken down a notch anyway.”

I didn’t want her to be thinking of Husk as the big, bad wolf. They were changing, so fast. I was worried my plan wouldn’t work. She didn’t know what was at stake, and I wasn’t about to tell her. She had to surrender to us, and I didn’t want her to think it was forced. She had to do it willingly, and I had to keep myself under control, to make sure I didn’t lose it completely.