*Note: After I wrote this I made myself pancakes and turkey bacon at 2 A.M. Really confused the hell out of my cat
Coincidentally, Eric wasn’t the only Anderson preparing breakfast.
Nate was busy preparing breakfast for his panther. Kenya took the time to freshen up in the bathroom, while also sending a text to her agent: WHO, WHERE, WHEN?
The reply came not two minutes later: ASHFORD. FULL 12 HOURS, 7 TO 7. PICKUP AT THE USUAL SPOT.
Kenya knew she’d promised Nate to give up that life, but she’d be out of her mind to pass up $10,000 for one night’s work. And truth be told, she did miss the variety. Nate’s wolf cock was wonderful, and made her happier than any other she’d experienced. But it’s rather like having the same steak dinner every night. It’s delicious, but one in a while you want something different.
And Jack Ashford was certainly different. Having made his fortune in investments, and as an entrepreneur, he was without a doubt on of the most eligible bachelors in the Seattle area. And as a rare white weretiger, even more so among the were community.
She’s made her decision, and felt no qualms when she hit send: TELL HIM I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO TONIGHT.
“Breakfast is almost ready!” Nate called from the kitchen, seconds after the message went through.
Kenya quickly exited the bathroom, pausing only to set her phone down in her bedroom. The smells coming from her kitchen became increasingly tantalizing. Kenya let herself be lead by her nose, and up to her werewolf. She crept up behind Nate, who was only in a pair of boxers and an apron, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Hey, that’s not on the menu!” Nate said when Kenya’s hands dipped lower to poke his boyhood.
“Then what is?” Kenya asked, looking over his shoulder at the stove. In a skillet full of scrambled eggs, and sizzling bacon. In another was what appeared to be an omelet.
“You should really go grocery shopping. The only things in your refrigerator are eggs, cold cuts, and wine.”
“I’ve lived off of takeout and Lean Cuisine for the majority of my life. And I only started stocking eggs after I found out you were something of a little chef. You never cease to surprise.” Kenya said, kissing Nate’s cheek. She reluctantly released him, and his penis which she had been grasping quite tightly, to set her small dining table.
“Well, thank you for the compliment. And I think we’ve found our normal activity for the day.” Nate remarked. He felt relieved when Kenya released his penis, because he didn’t think adding cum to the recipe was a good idea.
“Oh?” Kenya raised a brow as she set down a plate.
“Everyone needs to know how to cook themselves breakfast. Seriously, what did you do without me? You don’t even have cereal here.” Nate teased. He turned off the burned, and brought the still hot food to the table.
“Mmm, would it offend you to know that before I met you, I rarely woke up in time to eat breakfast? It was usually lunch time by then.”
“Doesn’t offend me in the least. Makes my cooking a lot better than it seems.” Nate said.
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Back in the Anderson house…
William, Martha, Maggie and Evan had finally dragged themselves out of the basement to start their day. Samantha and Frances had both gone, so they’d engaged in a little four-on-four play.
“Personally, I think you taste more like a steak sandwich with sweet pepper.” Maggie commented. She was busy cracking eggs, while Martha and William were cooking on their stove. Evan stood off to the side, having been given the menial task of cutting things.
“I don’t understand your tastebuds. You think I taste like steak, Frances thinks I taste like sushi and barbecue sauce, Martha thinks I taste like bittersweet chocolate. Two of you have to be wrong, or maybe all of you.” Evan said.
“They say it tastes like whatever you eat.” William added.
“Well I didn’t any of those things last night. I’ve never eaten sushi in my life!”
“Must be me then.” Maggie winked at her husband. Evan smiled, recalling the taste of his wife’s own fluids. There certainly was a bit of a fishy taste, but not as much as the domestic cats he’d recently been fooling around with. Panthers were exotic, so therefore must taste like different things.
“Grilled salmon gazed with something extremely sweet.” Evan thought. He felt himself stiffen, and tried to focus on the task before him, peeling and dicing potatoes, and then chopping onions. The stinging sensation in his eyes effectively killed his arousal. And brought him to tears.
“Do you think Samantha is alright?” Martha asked. Her mind drifting back to last night’s events. Despite everything that Samantha had said, Martha still wondered if she was as alright as she claimed. the fact that she snuck out of the house before the rest of them certainly said a lot.
“I don’t know. But I’m sure she and Frances can work things out. They love each other as much as I love you, my little vixen.” William said. leaning over to kiss his mate, causing Martha to giggle. She shooed her husband away before she got too excited and tore off what little clothing she had on.
“Stop that, unless you want to eat burnt eggs.” she scolded him.
“Sorry Mrs. Cleaver*” William bowed his head in shame and went back to frying the potatoes and onions Evan finished cutting into rather uneven pieces. William glances at him, and Evan actually blushed a little.
“I did tell you guys I couldn’t cook.” he said.
“So things aren’t in perfect cubes, big deal. If you haven’t noticed, this one here isn’t much of a cook either.” Martha pointed to her husband.
“Hey! What am I doing right now?”
“Pushing the food around.” Martha said, pointing out that the food in the pan was only cooked on one side. William blushed too, and both men sulked in their little corner of the kitchen.