Page 18 of True Calling

CHAPTER 7

Berk kneaded the dough until it was elastic and ready to sit for another hour. Placing it in a large greased bowl, Berk covered it and set it aside, then went to wash his hands. The music played in the background and Berk couldn’t help but move his hips to the beat and sing along.“The phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells what ya gonna do with your life...”

Grabbing the noodle dough he had made earlier and the pasta machine, Berk pulled a portion of the dough off and rolled it as he swayed his hips, singing,“Boys they wanna have fun. Oh, boys just wanna have fun.”

Once the dough was at the thickness he needed and the length he wanted, Berk laid it down on the large surface and swiveled around, singing,“Some boys take a beautiful boy and hide him away from the rest of the world...”

“I wanna be the one to walk in the sun...”

Berk jerked around and watched as Micah and Trevor danced and sang to the song. They were smiling and laughing as they threw their arms in the air, singing, “Boys just wanna have fun...”

Going to his radio with his iPod attached, he turned it down, asking, “What are you guys doing in here?”

Micah laughed, “We heard the music and had to see what was happening.” Trevor said with a laugh.

“You have some moves, Berk. Garth is a lucky dragon. Of course, not as lucky as me, but not everyone can have a mate as smart, sweet, and sexy as mine.” Micah said with a smile.

“Nice save, mate of mine. However, I might be all those things, but I can’t move like our Berk here.” Chance said as he walked into the kitchen with Linus and Nolan not far behind.

“How long have you guys been standing there?” Berk asked, nervously rolling out the other part of the dough until it was the same thickness and length of the rest, and laid it out above the other.

Smiling, Bo said, “Standing here? Micah and Trevor were here since the first verse, the rest of us were watching you on camera. Nice voice, by the way.”

Berk looked around, “Camera? You were watching me on a camera? What camera?”

Bo pointed to two different corners of the kitchen, “We have them for security reasons. I was doing a system check when I caught an interesting sight.”

Trevor giggled, “Bo called me to his monitor when Micah and Nolan walked in and got interested in what we were watching and of course they came over.”

Nolan smiled, “I don’t know what song was playing when you were kneading that dough in the bowl over there, but I must say it did look interesting.”

Berk’s cheeks heated as he muttered, “Push It.”

“Well you were pushing it really good.” Micah laughed. “So good Trevor and I had to come get in on the action.”

Shaking his head and still feeling the sting of embarrassment, Berk muttered, “Well, at least one of you didn’t witness my humiliation.”

Snorting, Chance said, “If you’re meaning Garth, think again. Not that you have anything to be ashamed of. You really do have an excellent voice and your dancing... wow. Did you take dance lessons?”

“No! I just... my foster dad always listened to music singing and dancing as he cooked. He said happiness was the secret ingredient to all cooking. I’ve always loved music and so I guess his way just kind of made sense to me.” Berk explained, then blushed. “I can’t believe you all...”

“Hey!” Bo quickly interrupted. “We honestly don’t go around spying on the people in the house. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. How about from now on I use the intercom to say systems check? That way you’ll know when we might be watching.”

“And if it’s any consolation, I know for a fact that Garth enjoyed the show more than we did. If I were to guess why he isn’t down here already, it’s because he had some business to take care of... if you know what I mean.” Chance said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Berk felt his cheeks heat even more, but to add to his humiliation he felt his cock harden at the thought of Garth in a bathroom or something, jerking off. Damn the image...

Turning rapidly around, Berk went to the industrial-sized refrigerator. He pulled out the cheese mixture and took it to his pasta sheets. Filling his piping bag, Berk began to place dots of cheesy goodness about an inch apart.

“So... uh... is everything going alright with you and Garth?” Trevor asked, dipping a spoon in the sauce simmering on the stove and tasting it. “Oh, this shit is fucking good!”

Berk froze a moment, ignoring Trevor’s comment on his pasta sauce. Had Garth told them about their conversation the day before? Would it make a difference if he had? Berk had been racking his brain about what to do with the information he was given. The thought of getting pregnant freaked Berk the fuck out. He needed to talk to someone, and this wasn’t something he could just pick up the phone and talk to his foster parents about.

Linus stood in the doorway. Out of all the men that lived here, Linus was the one that had yet to talk with him. He would always stand back and stay silent. Berk didn’t think that it was so much that Linus didn’t like him, but more like he didn’t trust that Berk wouldn’t try to hurt him. Berk wanted to be the man’s friend and he had been trying to figure out a way to help Linus feel more comfortable with him, but right now, he had other things he had to deal with first.

“Don’t you like him?” Trevor asked.

Trevor’s question shook Berk out of his thoughts, and he realized he hadn’t answered Trevor’s first question. “Things... uh...” Sighing heavily, Berk said, “I don’t know how it’s going. I do like Garth. I like him a lot... and I do mean a lot. It’s just that when we talked, he said something and I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around it.”