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.

go out and slaughter the

Harper's brows shoot up.

is

“You're funny."

into her ribs,

Making her laugh.

take her with me as

"What are you doing?"

you for

her up with

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

and panties pulled down

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

deep inside of her, curling them to nudge

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

inside of her

Twice.

the entire time until she drops her arm and looks down

I might be the one

From too many orgasms."

a way to

can press a kiss to

spot between

is shoved up beneath her chin and I gently pull the fabric down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to lean in and kiss her on

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

each other, Harper reaching out to brush her

messy.” "Think I should walk down there looking like this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me what's on my face

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

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

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

you do enough of

my

kiss her, just before I rub my face all over hers,

smell like

gross,” she says

it.” Her laughter dies, her eyes glowing as she

"I do.” Well fuck.

real

to be mainlining coffee and Ryan sits next to her at the kitchen counter, his

be, I don't

puttering around the kitchen

apron tied around her

guys are! I was going to

I was eating out Harper not even five

slaps my arm and glares at

his gaze,

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