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Brock’s about to jump out of his chair, and I put my hand on his leg to stop him. “Thank you for letting us know,” I say, then turn to look over at Brock. “They don’t get to have one more second from us.” I put my hand on his cheek. “They took too much from us already.”

“But they—” I put my finger on his lips.

“We’re here,” I remind him, “together.” I look around the table. “We won.”

“She’s right,” Charlie agrees. “They will get what is coming to them. They have all the rope they need in order to hang themselves.”

He nods at Charlie before looking back at me. “You coming home with us?” he asks, and I look at Saige.

“You bet,” I confirm, right before he leans over and kisses me in front of everyone, and I kiss him right back.

Chapter Thirty-Five

BROCK

“Good morning,” Everleigh says, and I look over my shoulder at Saige, who saunters into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I see it’s past nine thirty as she makes her way around the island toward me.

“Morning, baby girl,” I say, pouring two cups of coffee before turning and hugging her around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. “Did you sleep all right?”

She nods, not saying a word before she moves over to the couch, sitting on it and grabbing the throw blanket from over the back to cover herself.

“I see someone is exactly like their father,” Everleigh mumbles from her seat on the stool. I walk over, trying not to laugh as I hand her one of the cups of coffee before bending down to kiss her lips. One of her hands comes up and holds my cheek as she kisses me, smiling at me, and fuck, does it ever feel good. I have never felt so content in my whole life. When we got home last night after the big bakery opening, I threw some steaks on the grill. She and Saige prepared the salad to go with it, and then Everleigh made her broccoli and cheddar rice, which was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten in my life. It felt like we’ve been doing it our whole lives. I wasn’t overly affectionate with Everleigh, but I didn’t shy away from kissing her if I wanted to. Saige has never seen me with a woman before, and I didn’t know how she would react. But it’s Everleigh—everyone who meets her falls in love with her. Everyone wants to be friends with her, and Saige is one of them. “Exactly like her dad.” She runs her fingernails through my beard, making me shiver.

Our eyes are locked on each other, and I marvel in the way hers are light. I hope mine communicate to her how much I love her. “I’m like Dad?” Saige asks from the couch, and I break eye contact with Everleigh before walking over to sit beside Saige and put her feet in my lap. Everleigh faces us, wearing a pair of shorts and matching tank top with the matching sweater she uses for a robe. The ends of her hair are still wet from the shower we took together before Saige got up. It was the only way Everleigh would let me fuck her. She refused to even touch my dick in bed, knowing Saige could get up at any moment. Besides, she was so exhausted from the whole day and being on her feet that she fell asleep almost the minute her head hit the pillow. To be honest, I didn’t give a shit as long as both my girls were under my roof. I went to bed and had good fucking dreams. It was even better when I woke up and felt Everleigh beside me.

“Oh, yeah.” She nods, not moving from the stool, leaning with her back against the counter before she gets up with her cup of coffee and sits across from us, curling her feet under her. I want her to sit next to me. “He would camp out on the couch until the afternoon if no one told him to get up.”

“I did not.” I try to defend myself, but she’s right. “Not the whole day.” She tilts her head to the side, and I know she’s going to list each and every time I did it. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“See that, Saige?” She points at me. “That is what he does when he knows I’m right.”

Saige laughs when I groan and roll my eyes. “See? That also means I’m right.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “I can make some cinnamon roll pancakes,” she offers, “or blueberry lemon.”

Saige gasps. “You can make cinnamon roll pancakes?” She asks this as if Everleigh just told her she can give her all the answers to the next math quiz.

“I have to see if your dad has all the ingredients, but if not, I’ll go to the store today and make sure we have them for tomorrow. I have to go to the bakery this afternoon to prep the dough for tomorrow.”

“Can I come and help?” Saige asks, and Everleigh looks at her with glistening eyes.

“If your dad says you can, sure.” She smiles.

“Did you finish all your English homework?” I turn my attention to Saige who nods. “And math?”

“Almost.” She tosses the cover off her. “I can do it while you make bagels.”

“Is that what you want to eat?” I ask, and she nods. “With cream cheese or something else?”

“Cream cheese, please,” she answers as she walks out of the living room and toward her bedroom, where I hear her close the door. My eyes move from the hallway, then go back to Everleigh, who is looking at me. “What’s that look for?”

She puts her coffee on the table and walks to me, standing between my legs. “I thought I loved you before,” she declares as I sit up, putting one hand on her hip and running her hand through my almost dry hair. “But seeing you in dad mode.” She looks down at me as I look up at her. “You’re a DILF.” I throw my head back and laugh at her. “Like hard-core DILF.” She leans down and kisses my lips. “I want to do so many dirty things to you.”

“Do you?” I extend my hand to put my cup on the table, grabbing her waist and yanking her to me. She yelps as she straddles my hips, sitting right on my cock. “I want to hear all about it.” Her head goes back as the room fills with her laughter while my mouth goes to her neck. She raises her shoulder and bends her neck to stop me, giggling even more. “I want to do dirty things to you too,” I mumble, pushing her down harder on my cock. “You know what we haven’t done?” Her eyes light up, and her eyebrows rise. “I haven’t come on your tits yet. Or face-fucked you,” I whisper in her ear, my hand roaming up her back.

“I think I’m going to go take another shower,” she mumbles, “with a certain pink toy.”

“No.” I grip her neck in my hand. “You don’t touch yourself or your toys unless I’m in the room with you.”

“You are not the boss of me,” she snaps.

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