Their eyes immediately snapped to Lilah and me, and their fucking faces dropped. Jealous sluts. Jules strutted forward in her tight red dress and ran her fingernail down my chest. Lilah’s hand squeezed mine. Then she tried to let go.

Weren’t happening.

“Ky, baby. You wanna come with us?” Jules’s finger kept running south until she cupped my denim-covered cock in her hand.

Knocking away her hand, I said, “Fuck off, Jules. Go suck Vike if you’re desperate for cock.”

Jules’s eyes narrowed at me and she backed away. “Ahh… too busy with your little pet, Ky? Throwing us aside for virgin pussy… again?”

Lilah inhaled, and I stepped forward, seething at the slut. Tiff pulled Jules back, seeing my raging expression.

“Come on, Jules, let’s go,” Tiff said, jerking Jules away.

Lilah’s hand began to relax in mine.

Fucking stupid whores. Bitches—nothing but fucking trouble. I decided right then to dump their asses before I went on this run. They’d worn out their use anyhow.

I smashed through the doors of the kitchen. Hush and Cowboy were sitting around the table. Lifting their bottles of Bud in greeting, they then saw Lilah.

“Lilah,” Cowboy said with a smile as he tapped his Stetson. “Mighty good to see ya, darlin’.”

Lilah bowed her head and blushed. She probably wouldn’t speak now that they were in here and she’d just faced the bitch lickin’ twins. But I’d worked in the garage all day and I was fuckin’ ready to eat a cow, so she needed to get over that shit right the fuck now.

Turning to Lilah, I said, “‘Kay, sweet cheeks, this is a kitchen.” I looked around, hand on hips, and just started pointing at shit. “Table. Seats. Knives. Dishes. Sink… erm…” Her eyes were following my every move. Bending down, I ripped open a drawer and pulled some flat round thing with a handle. I lifted it in the air and stared at the damn thing.

“And this,” I said, staring at the thing again. “You use it to beat the fuck outta someone that don’t get your steak cooked fast enough.”

Dropping the iron whatever-the-fuck-it-was on the countertop, I turned to see Hush and Cowboy staring at me like I was stupid, then caught Lilah’s face, her lip twitching, and before I knew it, she started fuckin’ laughing.

“Shit, Ky! You ever cooked a meal in your life?” Cowboy asked.

“Never had to, so shut the fuck up!” I snapped. Then I picked up the black heavy thing again. “And what the fuck is this?”

A small hand wrapped around mine on the handle, and I looked down to see Lilah smiling up at me. “It is a cast iron griddle.”

“You know all this shit? Cooking and such?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “I am a very good cook.”

“You are?”

She laughed again. “Yes. It is a woman’s duty to prepare food. I was trained from a young child to cater to a man’s every need.”

“Damn. Perfect fuckin’ bitch right there,” I heard Hush say under his breath. He sat back in his chair, watching Lilah, waiting to see what she would do next. Lilah heard Hush’s comment and, seeing his attention, ducked her head.

Hush put up his hand when he caught me glaring. “Not making a move, only saying she’s one good bitch, so wind your fuckin’ neck back in, brother.”

Startled by a touch on my arm, I peered down to see Lilah with the griddle to her chest. “Do you have fresh ingredients?”

“Erm…” I turned to Hush and Cowboy. Cowboy pointed to the fridge.

Lilah’s eyes fluttered and I knew she was nervous. I gripped her chin between my finger and thumb, forcing her to look at me.

Taking a breath, she asked, “May I cook for you?”

“You wanna cook for me?” I asked in shock.

She nodded. “Yes, very much so. I thoroughly enjoy cooking. It is my best skill.”

She was beaming bright red, and I had no idea why.

“Then fuckin’ have at it, sweet cheeks,” I said, loving seeing that look on her beautiful face.

She nervously glanced to Hush and Cowboy, who were watching us like we were on some fucked-up reality show. “Would… would you like to eat also? I… I am used to cooking for many people. I do not know smaller-sized recipes.”

Hush and Cowboy glimpsed over at me, and I flicked my chin, telling them they could stay. This was the first time she’d really spoken to anyone outside me. It would be good for her to get used to my brothers.

Cowboy threw her a grateful smile. “Sure, darlin’. I could eat.”