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 the pig

Harper's brows shoot up.

is a

“You're funny."

fingers into

Making her laugh.

take her with

"What are you doing?"

you

her up with my

my neck as my hands shove her T-shirt up, my fingers trailing

leggings and panties pulled down to her ankles and

on her as if she’s my actual

them

falls in a heap on the mattress, breathless and in

inside of her thigh

Twice.

until she drops

I might be the one dying

From too many orgasms."

way to

I can press a kiss to

spot between

shoved up beneath her chin and I gently pull the fabric down until her upper body is covered

"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

messy.” "Think I should walk down there looking like this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

climb off the bed and spank her bare ass, making

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

enough of

smirk on my girl's

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

both smell like

gross,” she says on

dies, her eyes glowing as she stares

"I do.” Well fuck.

got real serious

we're dressed and cleaned up, we head to the kitchen, where Sadie appears to be mainlining coffee and Ryan sits

he might be,

kitchen like she's fucking

an apron tied

to send Blake

I was eating out Harper not even five minutes ago,”

my arm and glares at

averts his gaze, his expression

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