His grin is cocky as he says, “Perhaps that’ll help you remember where the pots and pans are.”
I rub my ass as it stings a bit and go back to finding a pan. With one in my hand, I find another smack lands on my ass. “Hey!” I turn around with the pan in my hand and shake it at him. “Not smart to smack the ass of someone who has a pan in her hand, Pierce!”
“I’m so afraid,” he says mockingly. “Now turn the temperature down on the burner and place the pan on it, please.”
“Now that’s a much better tone, Pierce. So I put the pan on top of the medium heated burner, and now I’ll place four more strips of bacon in the pan, correct?”
“Yes. And use this thing here.” He pulls something out of a drawer that’s next to the stove. “These are called tongs. You’ll use these to turn the bacon over a few times to make sure it cooks evenly. Got it?”
“I think so,” I say as I take them from him, then use them to even out the bacon I’ve placed in the pan.
“Now on to the eggs,” he says as he points at the cupboard. “In there, you’ll find bowls. Get one out so you can place the eggs in it so you can scramble them.”
I open the door and find a ton of bowls. “What size should I get?”
“Use your brain, Jade. You’ll be scrambling six eggs. How big of a bowl do you think it’ll take?”
I pick up a rather small one. “Do you suppose this size will do?”
“No. What do you think?” He points to the bacon that’s beginning to sizzle in the pan. “And you should see to those.”
“Damn!” I hurry to turn over the raw bacon and look at him. “It’s not even cooked on that side.”
“I didn’t say it was. I merely told you to check on it. You’ll need to learn how to do several things at once while checking on the progress of food that’s already cooking.”
With a huff, I go to get the eggs out of the fridge and break six of them into the bowl, where they fit perfectly. “Ha! Just the right size.” I grin at Pierce who I find is laughing at me.
“Try to stir them without making a mess, Jade.”
Opening the drawer with the utensils in it, I take out a spoon, to which I find him clearing his throat. “What?”
“Use a fork, baby.”
Putting the spoon back, I grab a fork and start to stir the eggs, which quickly splash out of the bowl. “Damn! It’s too small. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I can tell you every little thing or you can learn it on your own. So now what should you do?” His grin only serves to piss me off.
“Get another damn bowl!” I gripe as I get another, slightly larger one out, and pour the eggs into it, then begin to beat the hell out of them.
“Bacon,” he says as he leans against the bar.
I stop what I’m doing, go to the pan, and turn over the bacon, which is nicely browned on one side. “Oh, that’s a nice color. I like that.”
“It is nice. Back to the eggs. And you should think about what you’re going to use to cook them in,” he adds.
“Um, a pan, a pot, a dish?” I look to him for an answer, and he just shakes his head.
“I’ll let you decide.”
Once I had the best eggs, and they tasted like bacon. So I decide I’m going to cook them in the same pan I’m cooking the bacon in. We’ll see if he tries to stop me.
“Will there be toast?” he asks me.
“I think there should be. Any idea where the bread might be?” I ask.
“I’ll give you a hint. It’s in the kitchen.” He laughs at his clever joke, and I scowl at him.
With the eggs looking all yellow, I leave the bowl and go on the hunt for the elusive loaf of bread. I go through every cabinet, then open a door and find a pantry full of food. “Well, of course.” I grab the bread, then look around and see a toaster next to the stove. Placing pieces in all four slots on the toaster, I almost push the button down, then stop. “I’ll wait for the rest of the food to get ready before I make them.”
“Great idea.” Pierce crosses his legs and his arms as he leans back and watches me.
I turn the bacon, finding it cooked, and have no idea what I should do with it. Then I decide I’ll just make our plates. Grabbing two plates from the cabinet I found them in when I made my search for the bread, I pick up the bacon, laying two strips on each plate. But I find grease pooling around them and never recall getting a plate with grease around the bacon before.
I search the kitchen and find paper towels that I use to clean the grease up with, and now things look right again. I pour the eggs into the greasy pan and stir them so they begin to look like the finished product. Thinking they seem almost done, I hit the button to start making the toast, and in no time at all, I have the three things I need for our breakfast.
Spooning a few more eggs onto his plate, I grab the toast that’s popped up and put it on our plates, then get the butter and some grape jelly from the fridge and fix up the toast. Before I add the jelly to his, I ask, “Jelly for you, Pierce?”
“No, thank you. I like butter only.” He smiles at me, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
He’s happy with what I’ve done and, as silly as it is, it makes me happy too.
I take the plates to the small dining table and turn back to him. “Would you like milk to drink with this or something else?”
“Milk is fine.” He stays where he is, still leaning against the bar as I pour the two glasses of cold milk.
Placing them next to our plates, I go to get silverware and napkins and place them next to the plates. “Care to join me, Pierce?”
“Thank you, I’d love to,” he says, then comes to the table, pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to take the seat.
I do and find him leaving a kiss on top of my head. “This looks great, baby.”
With a sigh, I say, “Thank you.”
Before he takes his seat, he goes to the cabinet next to the stove and pulls out salt and pepper shakers. “You only forgot this. But all in all, not a bad job.”
I’m reminded of the book I read where the sub forgot salt, earning her a spanking. I giggle a little as he sits down. “I suppose that’s earned me a punishment.”
“Not today. If you forget tomorrow, it might.” He puts his finger on the tip of my nose. Today is a learning day. No punishments. But try to listen and grasp what I like, so things will go easier.”
With a nod, I pick up the bacon and take a bite. “Yum. I did good.”
He takes a bite of the eggs and nods. “You did. I’ll make a respectable cook out of you yet, Jade.”
As we sit and eat, I notice how content I feel. It’s such a little thing, and yet I feel great for being able to do it. Odd!
“Do you think we could go for a walk after breakfast? It looks lovely outside.” I jerk my head to the window over the sink where the sun is shining through a cluster of tall trees.
“I think that’s a great idea. And there’s a lake not too far away, where we can take a nice long swim. I’m dying to see you in the red bikini I bought for you.”
My lips cock up to one side as I think about him buying me clothes. “Did you put a lot of thought into what you bought me?”
He drinks some milk as he nods. “Every piece has thought that went into it. The color of your hair and eyes and the creaminess of your skin all were always in my mind as I found the things I wanted to see you in. It was one long day of shopping, but I found it more enjoyable than I thought it’d be.”
Again, I’m reminded of how thoughtful he is. It’s a shame he doesn’t want a real girlfriend. He’d make a great boyfriend.
Pierce
The afternoon sun glistens off the blue water that laps at the rocky shoreline. Jade shimmies out of blue jean shorts and pulls the little white tank top off, revealing the red bikini I got her. My mouth waters as I look her over then let out a wolf-whistle. Her cheeks turn to a color that matches her bathing suit.
Spying a high rock we can jump off of, I run
up and pick her up, then start making the trek up the slope. Her arms wrap around my neck as she giggles. “And we’re going where?”
“You’ll find out. You’re going to have to trust me, Jade.” I nip at her lower lip, making her yelp.
Higher we go, until we’re at the peak of the boulder that hovers over the lake’s edge. “Oh, no, Pierce!”
“Oh yes, Jade.” I kiss her lips for only a moment. “Hang on tight.”
She closes her eyes tightly and hangs on as she buries her head in my chest. “Oh, Lord, please don’t let us die!”
And off the rock I jump. Soaring through the air, then falling to the water below, I howl and Jade screams. We hit the water feet first, and I quickly kick us back up to the surface. Jade gasps as the air hits us.
I shout, “That was awesome! Let’s do it again!”
Jade lets me go, breaking away from me as she swims for the shore. “No way!”
I swim after her. “You’re right; let’s don’t do that again. Look, there’s a rope swing!”
She speeds up, trying to get away from me, but I catch her easily and laugh at her as she sniffles. “Water went straight up my nose!”
“So, hold it next time. We’re going off the rope swing, Tarzan-style.”
“No!” she shouts as I carry her out of the water.
“Yes!” I say and throw her over my shoulder, taking her to the pieces of wood that serve as a ladder up to the rope that’s tied to a sturdy limb.
Up I go, carrying her fireman-style as she pounds her small fists on my back and screams, “Do it without me! I’m scared, Pierce!”
When I get to the top, I pull her off my shoulder and hold her by the waist. “It’s not fun without you, baby. Now hold onto my neck with one arm, and I guess you should hold your nose with your left hand and take a deep breath just before we hit the water.”
“Oh, Pierce, please don’t make me,” she whines, making me laugh.
I point at the way back down, that looks a hell of a lot more treacherous than the jump into the peaceful azure water below us. “You really want to go back down that way, baby?”
Her eyes grow large as she looks down. “Shit!”
“Does that mean you’ll be joining me?” I ask with a grin.
Her arm goes around my neck; her hand goes to her nose; and she gives me a nod. “I guess so.”
Looking down, I say, “I think we’re high enough we might be able to do a turn or two before hitting the water. You game?”
“Hell, no!”
“That’s what I thought. Okay, just a simple straight jump, feet first, just like before, only we’ll be swinging from a rope.” I grip her tightly and pull back on the rope, then we fly out over the water as she screams bloody murder.
I’m almost out of breath when we come up to the surface, and her little wet head pops up just after mine does. She’s hanging on to me as the water’s deep and I can’t touch the bottom. I tread water as I hold her and then I have the urge to kiss her.
The tension leaves her body, and she kisses me back. My cock stirs, and I swim toward the shore until my feet touch. Holding her, I feel her legs go around me as our kiss grows more passionate. I’m more than a bit surprised to find her hands pushing at the elastic waistband of my swimming trunks, freeing my erection.
I push her bikini bottoms to one side and shove my cock into her tight pussy, making her gasp with the sudden intrusion. “Pierce, what you do to me is so damn odd.” Her eyes search mine. “Is this how it feels with everyone?”
“I’d be lying if I told you it was. You and I seem to have some great chemistry, Jade. To be honest, I’ve never felt like this.” I brush back her dark hair and find myself being more open with her than I planned to be. “I hope you find this again when our time is done. But the fact is, you may have to kiss a lot of frogs to get what we have.”
With a nod, she puts her head on my shoulder and moves her body to stroke my cock. I take her by the waist, moving her back and forth, and feel something trickling down my back. She sniffles, and I know she’s crying.
She’s falling in love me with. I know she is. I should stop this. We have two months, and that’s all. That’s all I ever wanted. A nice long taste of her, and then I can move on to the next thing.
I’ll give her this day and night, but tomorrow I’ll change. I’ll be demanding, turn on the Dom inside me, and that should help her to see me as the real man I am. This isn’t me at all. Not that I’m faking, exactly. It’s just that I know I can’t keep this up.
I move her body until I feel her breathing go shallow and her heart pounds against my chest. Her walls squeeze my cock, taking us both over the edge. Then she pulls back and looks at me. The tell-tell signs of the tears are still on her face. “I love you, Pierce.”
With a gulp, I say, “I love you, Jade. You wanna go back to the cabin now?”
She shakes her head. “No, I want to jump off that rock with you again. And then I want you to teach me how to do flips off the rope swing.”
I laugh as we head out of the water and can’t ignore the fact that with her simple gesture she’s made a chip in the armor that’s shielded my heart for the last few years.
“After this, we can go back and make some lunch. I’m dying to find out if you can actually make a sandwich,” I tell her, then smack her ass as she runs out of the water ahead of me.
“Ow!” she shouts as she grabs her ass. “I can make a sandwich, Pierce. You’ll see. Now come on, hurry up. It’s cold when we’re out of the water.”
“I can see that by how hard your nipples are getting,” I say, then run up and grab her, tossing her over my shoulder. “I’ll give you a lift.”
Her laughter fills my head and my heart. And now I’m the one who’s afraid.
Jade
Crisp evening air moves in as a breeze ushers in the night through the tall trees that dance with the wind. Pierce and I lie in the hammock that hangs between a couple of trees. Lying on his chest as we begin to swing with the rush of air, I sigh, as it’s time to go inside and make dinner.
The day was perfect. We swam and played, and I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone in my life. We made love several times, when the urge hit either of us. I felt like we were castaways on a deserted island, a place I couldn’t imagine wanting to leave.
“I’ll go in and start dinner. I have that video to watch so I can see how to make ratatouille,” I say as I place my hand on Pierce’s chest to push myself up.
His lips press against the side of my head. “I have a couple of steaks in the fridge. I tell you what. You pop a couple of big potatoes in the microwave for twenty minutes. Wash them first, then poke holes in them with a fork. I’ll fire up the grill and make the steaks on it. And there’s a package of pre-made salad you can toss into a bowl. How about that, baby?”
I have to fight the tears back that threaten me. “I think that sounds lovely, sweetie. I’ll get to that, then.”
Before I can climb off the hammock, he pulls me back and kisses me with a sweet kiss. “I love you, Jade.”
I melt into him and whisper, “And I love you.”
Once he lets me go, I quickly walk away, keeping my back to him as tears run down my cheeks. Perhaps the start of the BDSM stuff will harden my heart against him. One can hope.
The way I feel now has me left with little doubt that leaving him at the end of two months will be hard to do. But he seems set on that being the end of it all. I can’t allow myself to get in too deeply. It’s going to be hard enough as it is.
I wipe the tears away and feel his hands on my hips. “I love the way your hair looks when it dries naturally. It’s all wavy and soft. You’re naturally sexy, Jade.”
With a sigh, I reply, “Is that so?”
“It is so, my little Brit.” He pulls me up, carrying me once again. He seems to love to do that.
Into the house we go, and he plants my feet in the kitchen. “Thanks for the ride, Pierce. I’ll get to work.”
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nbsp; “You do that. And so will I.” He pulls a long-handled lighter from one of the drawers. “I’ll be back for the steaks shortly.”
Moving about the kitchen, I find the bag of potatoes and pull out a couple of nice-sized ones. Washing them, I find a small microwave-safe dish to put them in and poke holes in them the way he told me to. Setting them in the microwave, I catch a glimpse of Pierce as he starts the fire in a propane bar-b-que pit on the porch.
A huge burst of flames comes out of the pit, and I see Pierce’s shirt sleeve is on fire. Grabbing a kitchen towel, I hurry out to him, finding him running. “Roll, Pierce!”
He’s actually fanning the flame in his panic, making it even bigger. I haul ass to get to him as he’s running in crazy circles. Managing to catch him, I push him to the ground somehow and put the flames out with the kitchen towel as he shouts curse words and looks wild-eyed.
We look at one another as we both catch our breath. “Thanks.”
I laugh and smile as we sit up. Pushing up what’s left of the sleeve, I see Pierce’s skin is only slightly pink. “Come on. Let’s get some of that antibiotic cream on this.”
I get up and offer him a hand, which he takes. “You sure did think quickly. How’d you know I’d caught myself on fire, baby?”
“I was watching you out the window. Some luck, huh? The way you were headed, I think you might’ve caught the forest on fire if I hadn’t tackled you.” I laugh, but see him looking at me with wonder in his eyes.
“Yeah, I wonder how the hell you managed that.”
“I don’t know. My adrenaline kicked in. Call me the Hulk if you want to,” I say as I continue to laugh.
“My little angel. My strong little angel,” he mutters as I lead him into the house and to the bathroom.
“I’m sure you were thrown off by being so panic-stricken,” I offer him as an excuse as to why I knocked him down so easily. “Sit on the toilet, and I’ll tend to your burn.” I put the lid down, and he takes a seat.
“Panic-stricken?” he asks. “I don’t think I was all that panicked.”
“No, of course you weren’t,” I say with a soft voice as I rub an alcohol wipe over his pink-tinged skin.
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