Page 31 of My Crazy Killers
Right now, I’m just trying to distract myself from crawling over to her, ripping those tight leggings and her panties off, and sinking my mouth between her legs. She had to be drenched right now; she didn’t even go clean up when Elias finished with her. I was pretty surprised he didn’t take the opportunity to get her off. I think he’s trying to assert his dominance.
I find it amusing. I’m not sure how she’ll take being denied. None of us has had any reason to do it before; we’re all too smitten with watching her come to hold back from giving her what she wants. I could see Sly being into that, but so far, he's always given in to her pleas.
When the groceries arrive, Wren excitedly jumps up and runs to the kitchen.Didn’t she hate cooking?I hope she wasn’t doing this because she thought she needed to.
Deciding I need to know the answer, I get up from the couch and move to the kitchen, which is located behind the dining table through a set of French doors that we’ve left wide open.
“Hey, Wren, you need any help in here?” I ask, watching her dart around the space.
“No, you just relax. I got this.”
“Really, I can help,” I push, seeing the large amount of ingredients she’s lying out on the counter. This looks like a lot of work. The best I could do for dinner was spaghetti, andthat had exactly 2 ingredients: pasta and a can of sauce. I wouldn’t even know what to do with most of this stuff.
She doesn’t answer, her focus on the food as she pulls out knives and cutting boards. I round the counter and grab her wrist, stopping her from moving as I step into her space.
“Hey, look at me.” Her eyes seem a little chaotic as they keep darting to the ingredients, so I cup her face, forcing her to look at me instead. “Look at me, Wren.” Her bright blue eyes finally connect with mine. “There you are, now tell me what’s going on. You seem like you’re freaking out a little.”
Her eyes dart to the side before she bites her lip nervously. Her eyes move back to mine when she admits, “It reminded me of being back there. In Arizona.”
“Angel, you don’t have to do this. Nobody is expecting you to cook for us.”
“But Iwantto.”
“I won’t let you do it if you don’t enjoy it, though. I don’t want you reliving bad memories.”
I can see her struggling with that. She clearly wants to cook for us, but it’s bringing back bad memories of being trapped in that home, cooking for her brother. An idea starts to form in my mind, and hoping this will help, I tell her, “I have an idea. Why don’t you let me help you. Every time you get a flashback or a feeling of unease, I will help distract you, give you a new memory of working in the kitchen.”
“Me too,” Dex says, coming to stand nearby.
“Count us all in,” Sly says as he, Elias, and Jagger all step into the space.
“All of you? I don’t think I have enough tasks for everyone.”
“Try us,” I tell her, dropping my hands to her hips and giving her a small squeeze.
Her eyes roam over all the food, and she lets out a long breath. “Okay, I suppose you can help. Pete, you’re good with a knife. Can you peel the carrots and cut them into quarters, then cut them twice lengthwise?”
“Uhh… sure,” I say, not totally understanding.
“I’ll help,” Sly says, surprising me. After that, Wren starts assigning tasks like she owns this kitchen, and considering we’ve been here for nine days and none of us have cooked anything yet, I guess she does. I wish I had some cooking skills so I could cook for her. It’s just not something I’ve ever done before, nor has anyone else.
As we all move about the kitchen, doing our assigned tasks, it’s clear that Jagger and Elias have the best understanding out of all of us, which isn’t saying much. With so many of us helping, it doesn’t take long before the last part of the meal is placed into the oven.
We all go about cleaning up the mess we made, and I glance at Wren, seeing a smile on her lips as she tries to find something to clean, only for someone to step in and do it before she can.
“Having fun?” I ask, moving to her side.
She looks up at me and grins. “Thank you, Peter. This was actually… fun.” My chest literally swells up with pride to hear those words. She turns to face me fully, laying her palms on my chest as she presses up on her toes, her destination clear.
Being mindful of her back, I hold her face instead as I press my lips to hers. When she tries to pull away, I double down, unable or unwilling to let her go just yet, not until a soft moan escapes.
I pull back with a satisfied smirk, and she just looks at me with a dazed expression on her face, making me chuckle.
“Wren, there isn’t a timer on the oven. When do we know it’s ready?” Sly asks, breaking our moment together as he frowns at the appliance, as if it personally assaulted him.
Wren gives me a little smile before moving over to him and switching on the interior light. “It won’t take long, we just have to watch for the pastry to turn a nice golden brown, but we can’t open the oven door, or it could deflate. We need to keep the heat in.” Sly nods, bending over with her to look inside.
When she stands back up and says it will need a few more minutes, Sly squats down, his focus fixed on the food. Jagger silently grabs plates, and when I see he’s setting the table, we all move to help him.
