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.

did she do, go out and slaughter

Harper's brows shoot up.

girlfriend is a

“You're funny."

fingers into her ribs,

Making her laugh.

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

"What are you doing?"

you for

her

neck as

her leggings and panties pulled down to her ankles and my mouth

she’s my actual

deep inside of her, curling them to nudge that spot that makes

works, She's coming all over my face in minutes, until she falls in a heap on the mattress, breathless and in

inside of

Twice.

she drops her arm and looks

I might be the one dying this

From too many orgasms."

way to

shift up, so I can press a kiss

spot between her

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

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

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

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

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

the bed and spank her bare

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

do enough

smirk on my

bed and lean down to kiss her, just

we'll both smell

so gross,” she says

Her laughter dies, her eyes glowing as she stares at

"I do.” Well fuck.

real serious

kitchen, where Sadie appears to be mainlining coffee and Ryan sits next to her at the kitchen counter, his hand on her arm as if he's holding her

he might be, I don't

is puttering around the kitchen like she's fucking Betty

apron tied around her

you guys are! I was going to

was eating out Harper not even five

slaps my arm

averts his gaze, his expression

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