Page 136 of Pretty ’n Peak

About anything except the fact that Mateo was cooking for him in nothing but an apron while Austin sat in his kitchen, naked, with his legs spread and cock hard, like this wasn’t the most sexy thing he’d ever done…

Well, except for the other sexy things he’d done with Austin.

But thinking about those didn’t help.

Austin reached down to stroke himself. Just casually. Once.

And Mateo nearly dropped the pan.

“Breakfast is ready,” he announced. “Just let me get the plates.”

As soon as he walked over to the table, Daddy’s hands were all over him. Stroking down his butt. He felt deliciously exposed. Dirty and… what was the word Austin had used before? Accessible. He was accessible to his Daddy.

There was no way he could think about food now.

But he did want Daddy to enjoy everything he’d made…

He gave a weak protest. “I have… I have to get the tortillas. And… coffee.”

“Go ahead, baby boy.” Austin’s finger was tracing down the cleft of his ass.

Mateo moaned, but he pulled himself away.

It took two more trips, with Daddy’s hands sneaking under the apron and fondling his cock.

“There. I think that’s everything.” It came out as half a moan. “We should… eat it while it’s still hot.”

Austin laughed. “You’re committed.”

Well, half committed, and half playing to see what would happen.

Austin kissed his elbow as he withdrew his hands.

It was just such a cute, boyfriend-y thing to do. Did that mean anything?

Mateo took the seat on the other side of the table, which Daddy acknowledged with an amused grin.

“Tell me what you made.”

“Just eggs with some leftover peppers and onion. I added ham and cheese. The tortillas are warm.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had eggs with tortillas.”

“How else would you eat them?” Mateo served them both up, waiting eagerly for Daddy’s response.

“Oh, these are good,” he enthused. “You put more in them than just that.”

“Just some spices. And a bit of salsa.”

“You’re talented in the kitchen, too.”

“Thank you.” He was beaming.

“You like feeding people.”

“I think it runs in my blood.” Though usually it was the woman’s job. His father never touched anything but the grill. His brothers could make a few quick things for their kids.

Mateo actually enjoyed cooking.