Easton

I wake up to gentle fingers touching my face and crack my eyes open to find Harper fully dressed and standing beside the bed, smiling down at me.

"I have good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?"

I ask warily.

"Sadie didn't commit murder last night."

"And what's the bad news?"

"Aisha is still alive, and she's currently in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone.” She wrinkles her nose.

“Do you think she's going to poison us?” "Probably."

I reach out and take her hand.

"Come back to bed."

"I need to go watch over Sadie before she gives in to her urges and tries to kill Aisha."

She tries to pull out of my grip but I just squeeze tighter.

"Easton, come on.

Let me go.” "No."

I pull her much like she did to me last night and she falls onto the bed, sprawled across me.

"I want you for breakfast.

Nothing else."

Her face is in mine, a big smile on it.

“But she said she's making your favorite.

French toast.” I'm not about to admit French toast is my actual favorite breakfast food.

How the fuck does Aisha know that? "I hate French toast.

I prefer waffles."

"Uh huh."

Harper's voice is full of doubt.

"And bacon."

"Oh, she's making that too.

She says she's been up since six, preparing our meal.

That was over two hours ago.

do, go out and slaughter the pig

Harper's brows shoot up.

girlfriend is

“You're funny."

dig my fingers into

Making her laugh.

my grip, but I take her with me as I roll over, so she’s pinned beneath

"What are you doing?"

have you

her, shutting her

around my neck as my hands shove her T-shirt up, my fingers trailing

and panties pulled down to her ankles and my mouth on

on her as if she’s my actual breakfast, sucking her

of her, curling them to nudge

over my face in minutes, until she falls in a heap on the mattress, breathless and in a daze,

inside of

Twice.

time until she drops

I might be the one

From too many orgasms."

way to

I can

between her

gently pull the fabric down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to lean

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

reaching out to

imagine Aisha asking me what's on my face and I tell

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

call it?” I climb off the bed and spank her

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

do enough of that

smirk on my girl's face is

bed and lean down to kiss her, just before I rub my face all over hers,

smell like your

so gross,” she says on

Her laughter dies, her eyes glowing as she stares at

"I do.” Well fuck.

real serious

coffee and Ryan sits next to her at the kitchen counter, his hand on her arm

might be, I don't

the kitchen like she's fucking Betty

even got an apron tied around her

you guys are! I was going to send Blake up to check on

awkward since I was eating out Harper not even five minutes ago,”

arm and

his gaze,

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