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

Harper's brows shoot up.

is

“You're funny."

dig my fingers into her ribs,

Making her laugh.

take her with

"What are you doing?"

you for

her up

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

her leggings and panties pulled down to

my actual breakfast, sucking her clit between

fingers deep inside of her, curling them to

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

inside of

Twice.

drops her arm and looks down

might be the one dying

From too many orgasms."

way

so I can

spot between her

down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

each other, Harper reaching out to brush her fingers against my

down there looking like this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me what's on my face

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

the bed and spank her bare ass,

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

enough of

smirk on my

her, just

we'll both smell like your

so gross,” she says

her eyes glowing as

"I do.” Well fuck.

got real serious

Ryan sits next

might be,

kitchen like

got an apron tied around her

going to send Blake

was eating out Harper not

arm

his gaze, his

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