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

Harper's brows shoot up.

is

“You're funny."

dig my fingers into

Making her laugh.

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

"What are you doing?"

you

her up with

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

panties pulled down

she’s my actual breakfast, sucking her

of her, curling them to nudge that spot that

works, She's coming all over my face in minutes, until she falls in a

kiss the inside of her

Twice.

entire time until she drops

might be the

From too many orgasms."

way

I can press a kiss to

spot between her

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.

at each other, Harper reaching out

Can you imagine Aisha asking me

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

can I call it?” I climb off the bed and spank her bare ass, making

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

do enough

smirk on my

down to kiss her, just before I rub my face

both smell

she says on a

her eyes glowing as she

"I do.” Well fuck.

real serious

cleaned up, we head to the kitchen, where Sadie appears to be mainlining coffee and Ryan sits next to her at the

he might be,

the kitchen like she's fucking

apron tied around

to send Blake up to check on

been awkward since I was eating out Harper

my arm and glares at

gaze, his expression

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