New York HEAT (HEAT Vol. 6) A Coming-of-Age Romantic Suspense: Master Chefs: Heat Series Read online

  “I do what I can.”

  When she smiled, a few faint lines appeared around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. She was probably a little older than I’d originally estimated, but as she pumped my cock with her fist, I couldn’t care less how old she was. She was older, which meant she was more experienced, and she definitely knew what she was doing.

  “I do what I can, too,” she said just before slipping my aching cock into her heated mouth.

  “My God,” I let out.

  The door to the men’s room opened and I feared she’d pull away and stop, but she just kept on going, unperturbed by the intrusion.

  The stalls at Sam’s weren’t the typical metal door, see your neighbor’s feet type. Between each stall was a tiled wall that went all the way to the floor and the door was a real door.

  Privacy.

  I wondered if my mother had ever imagined the privacy offered by these stalls would result in such lewd acts, but I didn’t really care.

  Teri sucked hard on my dick, and despite the guy at the nearby urinal, I let out a horny sigh.

  “I don’t know what the fuck is going on in there,” the guy called out. “But it sure sounds good.”

  He left us and I looked down at the lips that were clamped around my cock. Yeah, she knew what she was doing all right. The heat of her mouth, the pressure of her lips and the pumping of her fist that alternated between quick and hard, and long and slow all made for the perfect blow job.

  “Shit,” I let out when I felt it coming. It was great, spectacular, and damn it, I needed it.

  Shoving my fingers through her hair, I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, pumping my cock in and out with a force that had her gagging. “It’s coming. It’s coming,” I shouted.

  With a final hard thrust that surely reached down to her throat, my cock spit out all the pent up desires and needs it’d been holding back these past days.

  Teri took it in… all in, licking me until I was clean and my cock had resumed its more comfortable size.

  With a crooked grin, she swiped a finger over her lower lip. “You're good. I’ll catch you later.”

  She opened the stall door, backed out and left the men’s room.

  I thought I was good for the night. Feeling like I could think a little more clearly, I returned to the kitchen and took full control of the night.

  But by the end of the dinner run, the hot sexy ladies decided to pay me a visit. Startled, I looked up at them.

  “I thought everyone had left,” I said.

  “Teri here just told us about your…” Jessica said. “… needs.”

  “I think I’m good now.” I hung the pot I’d just dried up on its hook and pulled off my white jacket.

  Jessica let out a long whistle. “That shirt is like a second skin on you. I didn’t know a cook could be so sexy.”

  “Chef,” I corrected. “I’m a chef.”

  “Baby,” she cooed. “I don’t care what you are. I just want to get a taste of what you’ve got under there.”

  “I think you ladies might have had a little too much wine,” I said.

  Kelly had repeatedly come back to the kitchen with an astonished look on her face as the women ordered one expensive bottle of wine after another.

  Sam’s wine cellar was relatively limited and conservative. While most of our bottles were a reasonable thirty bucks or so, we had several in the fifty to seventy five dollar range and only a few over a hundred dollars. They’d virtually wiped all of those out.

  “Good wine, good food, and good company,” Teri said. Her hungry eyes left no doubt. She’d had a taste of me and she wanted more. “Let’s see what that big cock of yours can really do.”

  She jacked up the skirt of her tight dress, exposing a clean, hairless cunt. With only one run of her fingers through the wet folds of skin, I was a goner. My cock stood at attention, and despite the release of only a few hours earlier, I was horny and ready to go again.

  Teri and Jessica came to me, cornering me against the counter.

  “I hear you’re the hottest thing in Brooklyn,” Jessica said. “Prove it.”

  “Look, ladies. I’d love to, but this is a place of business and…”

  Jessica whipped down the zipper of my pants and yanked out my cock. While she lacked the experienced and delicate touch Teri had, my cock responded to her touch all the same.

  “Nice,” she said as she held my stiff shaft in her hand. Tightening her fist around the engorged member, she leaned over to plant a wet kiss on my cap. “Real nice.”

  I glanced over her shoulder looking for Missy, the one I wanted the most. “Where’s the other girl?” I said. “The one with the tits.”

  They didn’t answer. Teri pulled on a tie at the back of her neck, releasing the web of string and fabric that covered her firm, round tits.

  “Out of the way, Jess,” she said as she pushed her friend to the side. “I want a good fuck.” She tilted her head up at me, challenging me. “You ready for it?”

  I licked my lips in hunger, but my brow beaded with sweat. It was one thing to get a quick blow job in the men’s room, and quite another to fuck her right there in the kitchen.

  She turned around, bent over and tilted her ass up to me in invitation. “Show me what you can really do, kid.”

  Her ass was just as firm and round as her tits and when she backed up, forcing my cock to glide between her butt cheeks, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist for long.

  While she rocked her ass back and forth, stroking my cock with her cheeks, Jessica removed her top and came up to shove her tits in my face as she quickly tugged my shirt off. While not quite as round and firm as Teri’s and not as huge as Missy’s, her tits were nonetheless impressive.

  “Shit, we can’t do this,” I muttered. “Not here.”

  Jessica ran her hand over my chest, pinching a nipple before running her fingers over each tight muscle. “Think you can handle two women?”

  I could only grunt as Teri expertly guided my cock into her molten folds.

  Through the fog my oncoming orgasm brought to my brain, I heard the distant squeak of the kitchen door open.

  “Where do you get off threatening me like that, Mr. Bobby Cumm…?”

  Who was that? was the first question that crossed my mind, but as the fog lifted, I recognized the voice and opened my eyes.

  “Alyson.” It was a weak mutter.

  With her jaw to the floor and her eyes wide with horror and confusion, she stopped in her tracks and just gawked at the sordid scene.

  My cock was still deep in Teri’s warmth and Jessica’s breasts were pressed up against my chest. There was no way I could talk myself out of that one.

  But then I noticed the gleam in Alyson’s eyes. Through the horror and confusion, I noted a hint of hunger and curiosity. Her gaze darted from my cock as I pulled out of Teri, to my chest and trickled down my six pack.

  For all the attention Teri and Jessica gave me, it was the look on Alyson’s face that turned me on more than anything; the hunger, the desire, the need to be held, to be touched, to be fucked. And I wanted to fulfill those needs.

  Blushing, she suddenly turned away.

  “Alyson… I… this isn’t… I’m…”

  She swallowed, collected herself and turned back to look at me, her gaze steady.

  I pushed Teri and Jessica away and pulled up my pants.

  “Hey,” Teri yelled. “What the f…?” She looked up and noticed Alyson.

  “So this is what’s drawing in the crowds.” Alyson crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her toe.

  “Alyson, this…”

  “You don’t need to explain. It’s quite clear. You're a man-whore.”

  “What?”

  “You're a fucking man-whore. You're the kind of guy that I absolutely detest; the kind of guy who just jumps from one bed to another, or in this case, from one counter to the other. What kind of chef fucks his groupie sluts right there in his kitchen?”


  “Hey,” Teri protested.

  “No self respecting chef, or man for that matter, would ever be caught doing what you…” She huffed. “And on top of it all, you're the kind of guy who could never commit.”

  “This is just a situation that got out of hand.” My cock grew hard again as I watched the anger flicker in her eyes.

  She was so hot. Not the slutty kind of hot Teri, Jessica and Missy presented, but a classy hot. Her black pencil skirt was snug, but not skin tight, while her pale blue blouse clung to her in just the right way, amplifying just how refined she was compared to the sluts who now scrambled to find an ounce of pride.

  “This has nothing to do with my ability to commit,” I argued. “I’m not in a relationship now, so I don’t owe anyone anything.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Big talker. Guys like you never change, Bobby Cummings. You never change.”

  Chapter 2

  Alyson spun around on her three inch heels and walked out.

  “Red! Wait. Alyson!”

  Teri grabbed my arm as I headed for the door. “Why are you wasting your time worrying about that cold fish when you have two women ready to make your every fantasy a reality?”

  “The truth? I’m not interested. You're not my type, neither one of you. You were a fast and easy fuck for a guy who needed it, and that’s all.”

  “You bastard,” Teri hissed as she swung to hit me.

  I caught her hand. “I didn’t ask for any of this. You’ve had your fun. Now get out.”

  She snarled and narrowed her eyes, and for a moment I thought she was going to cause trouble, but she pulled the straps of her dress up, tied them behind her neck and gestured to Jessica. “Let’s get out of here. I suddenly have a sour taste in my mouth.”

  The minute they were out of the kitchen, I headed to the men’s room to clean up. What had I just done? I was Bobby Cummings, the up and coming hot new chef in all of Brooklyn, and I knew my name was known in Manhattan as well. I couldn’t let this type of thing happen again, not in my kitchen, not in my restaurant, not ever.

  I splashed water over my face, wiped it off and headed back to the kitchen.

  When Red… that is Alyson, told me she’d opened her own restaurant, I’d done a little investigating and found out she was the owner of Red Hot Peppers. Like the name said, it specialized in spicy hot dishes.

  Red Hot… She’d always been so prim and proper, so straight and serious. I would have bet anything she’d opened a high end, haute cuisine restaurant that catered to the rich and richer.

  Pulling on my jacket, I walked out the back kitchen door and smiled as I locked up.

  Alyson… The time we’d gone to college together seemed like a lifetime ago. We were so young and so unsure of the direction we wanted to take. I’d never even heard of the International Culinary Institute back then and I had no idea what a sabayon or a mirepoix was.

  And I was sure Alyson never dreamed she’d open a spicy hot restaurant in the heart of Brooklyn. Walking down the street that led to her new place, I whistled a tune and wondered what else she had up her sleeve.

  Barely ten minutes later I stopped in front of Red Hot Peppers. The sign above the door, bold red lettering on black, beckoned clients into a cozy atmosphere that was a blend of glossy Mexican and warm Italian.

  “Hey, Red,” I called out as I tugged on the door.

  It was locked. Peering inside, I tried to catch a sign of life, but there was no movement despite the light that was on in the back of the place. I walked the length of the window, looking inside the whole way, hoping to spot her. Nothing.

  With my hands on my hips I turned to look across the street as I contemplated my next move. Find out where she lived? That was one option. Give her a call? She’d probably hang up on me… if she even bothered to answer to begin with.

  The light tinkling of a bell made me turn around just as Alyson emerged from her restaurant.

  “You,” she said with a grimace. It did nothing to diminish her beauty. Despite the grimace on her lips, her eyes were bright and alert, and that hint of hunger remained.

  “I wanted to talk to you.” I hurried to her, urging her back inside before she could close the door and lock up.

  “Well, I don’t want to talk to you.”

  “You're not being very fair.”

  “Look, Bobby. What you do in the privacy of your restaurant’s kitchen is none of my business. I mean, go and screw as many sluts as your little heart desires. Just don’t come around here thinking you can charm my pants off me with your…” She swallowed as her gaze dropped to my chest.

  Eager to give her an eye full, I shrugged off my jacket and tugged my shirt up over my head.

  “What do you think you're doing?” she said as she backed away.

  I took another step towards her. “You seemed a little curious back at Sam’s… like you wanted to see more.”

  “Ha,” she let out with an indignant toss of her head. “I think I saw quite enough.” Despite that protest, her eyes remained on my chest and I knew she was itching to touch me.

  I reached for her hand and brought it to my abs. “Yeah, but you didn’t get to touch.”

  “I… Bob… You can’t…”

  “Losing your cool, Red?”

  “Far from it.”

  “You're turning as red as your hair.”

  She tried to remove her hand, but I brought it up to my chest, letting it rest over a nipple as I flexed my muscles.

  “I want to tear your clothes off, push you onto that table and fuck you so hard, you won’t forget who Bobby Cummings is.”

  “You're a pig,” she whispered.

  With her back to the wall, there was nowhere else for her to go. Tilting my hips forward, I nudged my hard cock against her. “Yeah. I’m a real pig.” I leaned in close and her eyes narrowed with indignation while her lips parted, ready for a hot kiss.

  I could have plundered her mouth right then, but I decided to make her wait. It was clear she wanted me, but I was tempted to make her beg for it. I leaned back, all while pressing my cock into her even harder.

  “What are you trying to do?” she said, her voice now a husky sigh.

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’m trying to charm you. Maybe I’m trying to show you what you’ve missed. Maybe I just want to find out what’s really going on in that head of yours.”

  She licked her lips and tilted her chin up, trying to regain her dignity. “I can tell you, no matter what you're trying to do, it won’t work. I’m not some easy tart who’ll melt just because you flash me a muscular chest and your baby blues. You forget, Bobby, that I know you. I remember how it was in college; all those girls, all the parties. I didn’t like you then, and I don’t like you now.”

  I didn’t believe her.

  Without warning, I dove in, capturing her lips in a soft, but passionate kiss that pulled a hungry groan from deep in her throat. Her body betrayed her as she leaned into me, her hips grinding into the bulge in my pants. I pulled up her skirt, pushed aside the slip of thin fabric that protected her sex and drove two fingers between her wet and hot lips.

  She gasped and pulled away a second, before succumbing and parting her legs to allow me further entry.

  My fingers worked her up, finger fucking her tight cunt while my thumb rubbed over her clitoris. Her groan filled my mouth, but I kept my lips tight over hers while my fingers brought her to the brink of a sweet orgasm.

  Yeah, she was ripe and ready. No matter how she protested and denied it, she wanted me.

  But she wasn’t going to have me; not that night.

  I pulled away before she could have that orgasm, and licked my fingers as I winked at her. “Have a good night, Alyson.” I turned, grabbed my shirt and jacket, and headed for the door.

  Watch out ladies, I mused. Bobby Cummings is back in town, and he’s taking charge.

  Chapter 3

  It was the night I was both dreading and excited about. Beth Gregory, a hard to please food critic, was said t
o be making the rounds in the area, and I needed to keep on my toes because there was a fair chance she’d visit my establishment that night. If I pleased her, it could be the huge break, I’d been waiting for. If she was unimpressed with the dish I served her, it could be the end of my career.

  I entered the kitchen of Sam’s with only one thing in mind; blowing her away with something unexpected, something she’d never tasted before. The kitchen already buzzed with activity as everyone prepared for the early dinner crowd, and I was relieved to see everything was under control. I could concentrate of the possible arrival of that food critic.

  “You think Miss Gregory will come tonight?” Vinny asked as he threw a dozen shrimps on the grill.

  I shrugged. “I heard she likes keeping chefs on their toes by being a little unpredictable. She could keep me waiting and anxious for weeks just to torture me.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that,” Kelly said as she swung by. “She just walked in and, let me tell you, the woman doesn’t look happy.”

  “What? She’s here? Now?” For a second I lost my cool and felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.

  “Snap out of it, Bobby. This is your big night,” Vinny said. “You know you can impress this woman with your eyes closed. Just keep your cool.”

  He was right. I was good at what I did, and the food we served was constantly praised. I ran a dozen menu items through my head, seeking the most impressive one.

  “Has she ordered yet?” I asked Kelly when she came back into the kitchen a few moments later.

  “She’s looking at the menu.”

  “Did she ask for your recommendation? Ask what our specialty was?”

  “Not yet.”

  I turned to glare at her. “What are you waiting for? Go out there and take her order.”

  With a huff, she turned around. “And I thought you’d be happy to have a head’s up.” She stormed out.

  I didn’t take the time to consider how hard I’d been on her, but walked around the kitchen to ensure everything was running smoothly.