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

Harper's brows shoot up.

is a

“You're funny."

my fingers into her

Making her laugh.

out of my grip, but I take her

"What are you doing?"

you for

kiss her, shutting her up with

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

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

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

her, curling them to nudge that spot that

a heap on the mattress, breathless and in a daze, her arm

kiss the inside

Twice.

she drops her arm and looks down

I might be the

From too many orgasms."

way to

I can press a kiss to

between

fabric down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to lean

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

stare at each other, Harper reaching out to brush her fingers

"Think I should walk 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?"

climb off the bed and spank her bare ass, making

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

do enough of

my

kiss her, just before I rub my face all over

smell

gross,” she says on a

Her laughter dies, her eyes

"I do.” Well fuck.

got real serious

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

might be,

is puttering around the kitchen like she's fucking

got an apron tied around

I was going to send Blake up to

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

slaps my arm and glares

averts his gaze,

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