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

Harper's brows shoot up.

is

“You're funny."

my fingers into her ribs, tickling

Making her laugh.

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

"What are you doing?"

you for

kiss her, shutting her up with

in with ease, her arms winding around my neck as my hands shove her T-shirt up, my fingers trailing over her

leggings and panties pulled

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

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

a heap on the mattress,

the inside

Twice.

the entire time until she drops her arm and looks down at

think I might be the one

From too many orgasms."

a way to

can press a kiss to

spot between

down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to lean in and kiss her on the mouth, I hear

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

at each other, Harper reaching out

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

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

I climb off the bed and spank her

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

you do enough of

my

and lean down to kiss her, just before I rub my face

smell like

so gross,” she says

laughter dies, her eyes glowing as she stares at

"I do.” Well fuck.

real

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

might be, I don't

the kitchen

got an apron tied

going to send Blake up to check

eating out Harper not even five minutes ago,” I

slaps my arm and

averts his gaze, his

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