Page 129 of Rent Free

“You ever heard of knocking?” Garrett asked, hair wild, as he stared at me.

“I did,” I said. “In my head.”

The woman giggled, still not picking her head up from her pillow.

I placed my sleeping baby boy in between the two of them and said, “I have to go save my girl from a murder hornet.”

“You mean a fly?” Garrett asked, turning over and cuddling closer to my son.

My boy made a soft cooing noise, and the woman finally picked her head up. “Is that my baby?”

I snorted. “Bye.”

I left my kid with my brother and the girl he wasn’t willing to admit was his, and headed out, letting Boss out when I did.

Only when he was finished did I let him back inside and close the door.

The drive to the bakery took less than five minutes.

It was when I was running up the stairs that I realized I was still in sweats only.

I waved at the two bakery workers who were serving about five customers at a time.

There were quite a few eyes on me as I cut through the kitchen and headed for the office.

Generally, I went this way because the back hallway was always filled with bugs.

That had to be the way Pepper had gone for her to let the fly in.

As I slowly crept in, I watched the show.

“Why. Won’t. You. Die.” Pepper growled, tits swinging underneath the crop top she was wearing.

It was another one of my shirts, though cut off about mid-waist. I’d worn it for football my senior year of high school.

She loved it.

I loved it, too.

On her.

I loved it even more when she was braless wearing it, her tits swinging.

I watched for a while, at least until the horse fly finally landed on her.

Snatching up my shirt, I whipped it at her, catching her right on the left ass cheek.

She screeched, turned, and gasped, “What the hell, Atlas?”

I pointed at the ground where the horse fly was still twitching.

She stomped on it.

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve never realized she was hurt so very badly a few years ago.

She was in great shape.

Her body had handled having our babies like a champ.

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