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."

dig my fingers into her ribs,

Making her laugh.

wiggle out of my grip, but I take her with me

"What are you doing?"

have you for

shutting her

in with ease, her arms winding around my neck as my

I've got her leggings and panties pulled down

as if she’s my actual breakfast, sucking her

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

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

inside of her

Twice.

drops her

might be

From too many orgasms."

way to

shift up, so I can press a

between

and I gently pull the fabric down until her upper body

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

at each other, Harper reaching out to brush

asking me what's on my face and I tell her your pussy

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

else can I call it?” I climb off the bed and spank

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

enough of

on my girl's face

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

we'll both smell like

gross,” she says

dies, her eyes glowing as she stares

"I do.” Well fuck.

real

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

might be,

around the kitchen

got an apron

you guys are! I was going to send

out Harper not even five minutes

arm and

gaze, his expression

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