Taking His Woman(20)

Chris came over. “How are you doing?” he asked Cassie.

“Great. Looks like I’m needed. Take care, the both of you.”

Erica smiled, waving her hand.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“We’re going back to my parents’ house. I’ll fill you in on the drive.”

She liked the way he always reached for her hand. When they were in the car, driving home, he kept a firm grip. She’d called Ben earlier and told him she wouldn’t be able to make it home. Spending time with Chris was more important to her.





Chapter Nine





Chris stared at the door to his parents’ house. Erica held his hand as he opened the door. Blaze, Cassie, and Blaze Jr. had driven back to the city where Blaze lived. Trent went back to his friends. Luke and John were staying at the motel near the hospital for their mother. Molly was by his father’s side for the night.

His father would be under constant observation. Erica closed the door and took his coat off for him.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen him like that before in my life,” he said. Seeing the pale man in the hospital bed had scared the crap out of him.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re not shocked by what you’ve seen?” he asked.

“No. Having a parent who constantly drank until she passed out and then ended up having her stomach pumped prepares you a little for this. You need to eat. Where’s the kitchen?” He led her by the hand into the kitchen. Chris expected to see the mess that his father had created that morning. What he saw surprised him. The kitchen was pristine as if Molly had been in cooking instead of his dad.

“Are you okay with me fixing you something to eat?” she asked.

“Yes. I’d love to see you working in the kitchen.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her. The shock of his father had spoilt the day.

She responded to his kiss, giving him her lips.

“Sit down, and I’ll feed you.” Erica pushed him into a chair before she went to the fridge. Chris watched her pull out some leftover potatoes from the fridge, along with tomatoes, chilli, and bacon. He frowned but kept his thoughts to himself. She went over to the cooker and looked in every cupboard. Chris knew she was looking for a frying pan. He liked the view of her ass as she bent down. The dress spread over her cheeks, making him wish she wasn’t wearing anything.

Erica, chopped, fried, and fixed up some nice smelling food. Chris got nervous when she didn’t deseed the chilli.

“Here you go,” she said, twenty minutes later. She sat on the other side of the counter, handing him a fork. The saucepan lay between them looking delicious.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve got a tendency to grab a load of ingredients and mix them together. Sometimes you get something great. At other times, not so great.” She had a smile on her face.

The red stuff in front of him smelt great but looked awful. Shaking his head, he dug in getting some potato and bacon on his fork. Erica was already eating hers. He popped his fork in his mouth and began to chew.

There was heat with tomatoes. The flavours worked well together. “This is good.”

“I know. It’s the best way to use up leftover potatoes.” Both of them finished off the frying pan full of food. Chris licked his lips, sitting back in his chair.

“Wow. That was delicious. I had no idea you were a good cook.”

She smirked. “If you think that is good in twenty minutes, then give me an hour, and you’ll be blown away.”

He laughed.

“See. I knew you could smile again.” Chris helped clean away the frying pan and forks. Erica fixed them some juice then followed him into his dad’s office. He frowned,

looking at a picture of him, Blaze, and his father. They were smiling.

“You guys look happy.”

“I think we were at some point.”

He pushed the picture away. “Do you want me to drive you back to the beach house?” he asked. She nestled against him, her warmth offering him the support he needed.

“No. I’d rather stay here with you. You smell nice.” She turned, leaning into his neck.

His cock went thick as her body pressed against his side. Chris brushed her hair out of the way. She nibbled his neck, moving up to kiss his lips. Chris pulled away.

“You don’t have to do this, Erica.” He didn’t want her thinking that he was only after sex. Even though his cock was hard and all he wanted to do was sink inside her, he knew he wouldn’t push to get it.

He wanted her to want him.

She stared at him not saying a word.

Tell me you want this. I want you, Erica. I love you.

Chris didn’t voice any of his thoughts. He wouldn’t push her.