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 the pig

Harper's brows shoot up.

girlfriend is

“You're funny."

dig my fingers into her ribs, tickling

Making her laugh.

tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I take her with me as I roll over, so she’s pinned beneath

"What are you doing?"

you

kiss her, shutting her up with my

ease, her arms winding around my neck as my hands shove

I know, I've got her leggings and panties pulled down to her ankles

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

her, curling them to

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

inside

Twice.

the entire time until she drops her

think I might be the one dying

From too many orgasms."

way

shift up, so I can press a kiss to her

between

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.

other, Harper reaching out to brush

this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

call it?” I climb off the bed and

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

enough of that

smirk on my girl's face

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

smell like

gross,” she

love it.” Her laughter dies, her eyes

"I do.” Well fuck.

real serious

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

he might be, I don't

puttering around the kitchen like

an apron

guys are! I was going to send Blake up to

would've been awkward since I was eating out Harper not even five

arm

averts his gaze,

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