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.

she do, go out and slaughter

Harper's brows shoot up.

girlfriend is

“You're funny."

my fingers into

Making her laugh.

of my grip, but I take her

"What are you doing?"

you for

kiss her, shutting her up with

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

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

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

fingers deep inside of her, curling them to nudge

in a heap on the mattress, breathless

kiss the inside of her thigh

Twice.

until she drops her arm and

be the one dying this

From too many orgasms."

way

I can press a

spot between

shirt 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

down there looking like this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me what's on my face and I tell her your pussy juices?” I

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

call it?” I climb off the bed and spank

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

you do enough of that

on my girl's face

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

we'll both smell

gross,” she says on a

her eyes

"I do.” Well fuck.

real

the 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

might be, I

puttering around the kitchen like she's

got an apron tied

was going to

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

arm and

averts his gaze, his expression

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