Chapter Eleven
Greer
I woke up after Tenn left the bed. It seemed cold without him. After taking care of my bathroom stuff, including brushing my teeth, I pulled on some pajama pants and rushed to the kitchen, mind made up about what I wanted to do.
Ten minutes later, I giggled, aware I was going overboard but not giving two fucks. Tenn was the one person I wanted to impress.
I took out the griddle and started some silver-dollar pancakes while I whipped up eggs with heavy cream. As a teen, I worked at a diner and had learned how to multitask. I flipped pancakes and then chopped up green onions and cheese for omelets. Bacon was already in the oven, getting crisp.
By the time everything was done, Tenn was coming back in, baby talking to Shrimp.
“I smell all kinds of amazing,” he said, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck. “Oh, and bacon, too. You’re awfully industrious this morning.”
I shrugged and leaned back to get more skin contact. “I’m energized in the mornings.”
He reached down and squeezed my ass. “I’ll remember that. Is there coffee? Can I make you a cup?”
I groaned. “The one thing I forgot. Can you make it?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed the side of my neck then washed his hands before making coffee.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I wanted to be at the table, face-to-face with the alpha. I wanted to be referring to him as my alpha so badly.
I plated up the pancakes and omelets and put the bacon on another serving dish and brought it all to the window seat. It was my favorite place to have breakfast. After bringing out all of the condiments and sweet things to accompany the meal, I sat down across the table.
“Do I smell?” He took a whiff of his shirt.
“No. Why?”
“You’re all the way over there. I thought I would come home—come here—and have you glued against my back again.”
My face heated. “I’m sorry. I loved—sorry.”
“You loved what, omega? Talk to me.”
I shrugged and picked at a piece of bacon. “My bed was warm. I was warm for the first time in a long time. And you smell so good. I couldn’t help myself.”
He smiled, revealing some dimples. “So why are you so far away this morning? Get over here. You cooked, but I’m going to feed you.”
The very thought had me shaking. This beautiful man wanted me. Wanted to feed me breakfast. It was like I’d walked into a dream.
I scooted my chair over and reorganized some things on the table to suit my move. “You’re killing me, omega.” He reached over, under my knees, and lifted me onto his lap. I gasped but then relaxed. It felt like on his lap was where I belonged.
“This omelet is so good.” He cut a piece, placed a sliver of bacon on the top, and offered the forkful to me.
I took the bite and then closed my eyes. I had to admit, I made a hell of an egg.
“Good omega. I love to watch you eat. Your mouth is irresistible.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, not sure what to do or what to say. I’d never experienced such intimacy before. His words shot straight down into my soul.
“What about you?” I asked after the third bite.
He looked surprised. “You could feed me, too, if you like, or I can wait until you’re full.”
I took the fork from his hand, cut a triangle of pancake, and dipped it into the warm syrup. I lifted the morsel to his mouth and watched as he opened and took the food. Our eyes were locked, and his hand trailed a circle on the small of my back. Every part of my body throbbed for him.
We finished the meal like that, me on his lap, taking turns feeding each other.
“I guess I’d better go,” Tenn said after we were done.
I looked at the clock. “Reality calls.”
He crinkled his nose and situated me straddling his lap. His hands ran up and down my back, and my hips bucked, almost on their own.
“I’m not ready to let you go. But I do need to find work.”
I took his face in my hands. “You’re between jobs? Can I help you?”
“No, it’s fine. You have a business to run. I thought I was getting a certain job, but it fell through. For the past few years, I’ve kind of been living to travel. Maybe it’s time I settled down.”
My stomach dropped. This beautiful man was a nomad, and he was thinking of settling down because of me? Or maybe my ego was just that big.
“Why? You love to travel. I saw the pictures in your apartment. Your backpack is sitting right there in the living room.”
He looked out the window. “Maybe I was searching for something when it was here all along.”
My heart beat double time. “What do you mean?”
He leaned forward and kissed my neck, the sensitive skin under my ear. “Traveling alone is lonely. I’d rather travel with you.”
“You just met me.” I looked down.
“But when you know, you know, right? Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll walk away right this minute.”
I grabbed his hands and brought them to my mouth, kissing his palms. “Don’t you dare.”