Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I took a bite of my own chicken, and I couldn’t help but agree. I was a damn fine cook if ever there was one, though the wholesome ingredients didn’t hurt.

“You eat like you ain’t had anything decent in ages,” I finally said with a sparkle to my eyes.

He looked over at me, across the table and our eyes locked a while as we chewed.

“You could say that,” he remarked, and his shirt still left his bulgin’ biceps and thick forearms exposed delightfully. “You can’t get good food like this in the city. No way about it,” he said firmly, shakin’ hi

s head as if in regret for all the misspent years with lousy meals. “Even when I knew a good cook, she didn’t have the kind of ingredients you have to work with. You’re a miracle worker in the kitchen.”

Somethin’ about praise from him felt a lil’ more genuine, and a lil’ more flatterin’ than the usual.

Maybe that was my loins talkin’, but it felt good. Real good.

“You charmer,” I grinned, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing like mad.

Thankfully I still had a bit of a tan, so hopefully that muted it a bit.

Asher never took no notice to my blushin’, but instead looked about the place, soakin’ it all in as he ate. He slowed a little, but not much, he was still intent on devourin’ the whole feast I’d prepared, it seemed.

“That fella,” he began, dipping some bread into the gravy I’d prepared, “Do you really think he’s going to cause trouble with the sheriff?” he asked.

“He’s my cousin, just lookin’ for trouble,” I said with a sigh. “He don’t want me to spend my money on hired help and thinks you’re gonna burn the farm down with me in it.”

“Ahh,” he said, as if coming to some great realization.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, nothin’. Just figured he was some jealous boyfriend, that might get me into some trouble with the law,” he responded in between hungry mouthfuls.

I laughed out loud at that.

Marcus wasn’t only my cousin, but he wasn’t my type neither. I didn’t have time for that book stuff, for sitting around and bein’ idle all day. Even though he lived out in the country, he wasn’t like most guys around, not the rougher sort, and that was what I liked.

“No, not at all,” I said with a laugh.

Asher grunted and smiled approvingly as he continued to devour my cookin’.

“I didn’t figure,” he said knowingly. “Yer too good lookin’ and womanly to be fallin’ for a pencil neck worry-wart like that.”

Well it wasn't like he was wrong but it’s hard listening to anyone talk about your family that isn’t family, and I looked back at my plate, putting some food in my mouth to silence the words. His compliment, though, was like a double edged weapon, said so casually it took me a while to even realize it was there.

“Well I don’t want any trouble either way,” he said, and it seemed so funny comin’ from such a big hunk of a man, covered in freaky lookin’ tattoos. He looked like trouble personified. “And if I’m gonna cause any just by being here, I should probably move along,” he said so casually.

“Don’t,” I said, a little too fast. Too urgently. Not after a day!

I wanted more time, to get to know him, and I was certain Marcus was bluffing.

Again, though, I felt my cheeks start to burn, to spread that warmth down towards my chest as those butterflies within my stomach woke up. I knew it wasn’t love at first sight, I was more reasonable than that, but I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt, how strong it was.

“You sure?” Asher asked me, peering across the table at me, brow raised in questioning before he moved on to help himself to another slab of chicken with that appreciative air about him. He was like my father in that way too: he ate a ton, but he seemed to enjoy and appreciate every bite he took.

“I don’t wanna risk causin’ any trouble. Especially not with the law,” he reiterated, not elaborating on that a whole lot.

“Well, sure, no one wants the law on their back,” I said, though the comment took me through a loop a little. Was he on the run from something?”

“But the Sheriff, he just wants to keep the peace, and Marcus’ll calm down before dawn, I’m sure. He just needs time, don’t cope well with change.”

Asher nodded his head slowly then took a generous helping of his water, in fact the whole glass, before pouring himself some more.