Page 51 of Royally Lucky

“No need to do that. I’ll help myself.”

Andre snorted from behind him. “It’s best just to do as she says, Boss.”

King nodded, kissing his wife’s cheek. “Ayesha likes to handle the first serving. After that, you can come and get seconds.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sutton licked her lips. The syrup she’d dipped her waffle in was unlike any she’d tasted before. The sweet maple syrup had hints of vanilla and cinnamon.

“Ayesha, where did you get this syrup?”

“Isn’t it just the best? I swear I could pour it on tons of things, and it would be delicious.” Her friend gave her the name and let her take a picture of the label while she pulled another pan of egg bake from the oven. She discovered the contents of the yummy goodness were eggs, baked ham, cheese, onions, and more cheese on top. Once the egg bake finished baking like you’d do with lasagna, Ayesha added more cheese and left the foil off, so the cheese browned to perfection. Whatever the hell it was, Sutton was happy Ayesha wasn’t stingy with her recipe ’cause she was making it when she had time off.

Her heart clenched, wondering if Kendrick would be around then or if she’d be able to travel to see him with her work schedule as it was. Her hand shook. Thinking about not seeing him hurt.

“Hey, ladies. Looks like I’m just in time for my sister’s famous breaky,” Tiana gushed as she stepped into the kitchen through the mudroom.

“Girl, I’m so glad you could make it. Where’s Mick?”

“Here. That sister of yours has no idea how to walk anywhere. Always running,” Mick growled.

Tiana spun to face Mick. “Pfft. You like chasing me. Look, we’re just in time to eat. Do you need any help?”

“Grab some extra plates and set the table, please. We need two extra settings.” Ayesha nodded.

“Thanks for the invitation, Ayesha. It smells delicious. Can I do anything?” Mick asked.

“Have a seat. Oh, have you met Andre and Sutton?”

Sutton waved to Mick. “I’ve seen you with Tiana. I work at the hospital. This is Andre. He came to Jeter’s wedding with his older brother Kendrick.”

The two men shook hands. Andre’s large frame dwarfed Mick, which didn’t surprise her since Andre was huge compared to most men she’d met.

She’d almost eaten an entire monster waffle by the time Kendrick and King entered the kitchen. His presence settled something within her she didn’t know needed settling.

“Hey. Did you save some for me?” he eyed her plate and then the counter.

She was sure the drool from more than the food dribbled down her chin. “Yeah,” she said, holding up her plate.

“Hmm, looks like you’ve eaten half of my share.” He chuckled, the sound sending shivers straight to her core. How could this man make her want to jump him in a room full of people?

He turned his back, giving her a perfect view of his ass in the well-worn denim. The faded jeans fit him like a glove, hugging his ass. She’d felt the muscles in his spectacular butt as he’d fucked her senseless.

She liked watching him as he walked. The denim molded to his thighs in a comfortable way, not like a pair of skinny jeans you’d see nowadays on some guys, but like they’d been made to fit him specifically. She wondered if he had all of his clothes tailored for him. The denim was nicely faded. Her hands itched to touch them to see if they were as soft as they looked. The shirt molded to his muscles, too. The outline of his pecs was visible through the thin material. She’d seen a lot of men in polo shirts, but Kendrick wearing one was next-level drool-worthy.

“Girl, you need me to help roll your tongue back into your mouth?”

Tiana’s teasing words had her jolting to attention.

“It’s not my fault. Have you seen him? Oh god, did I say that out loud?” She covered her face with both hands.

“You did, but that’s okay. Just like Jeter, Kendrick is super fucking sexy. If I weren’t head over tootsies in love and lust with my ole’ man, I’d totally be drooling over that sexy man.”

“Who the fuck are you drooling over?” Mick asked, pulling Tiana out of her seat before settling her onto his lap.

She laughed, tugging on his beard. “I only drool over one cantankerous man, my love, and that’s you.” Her lips covered his as his hand disappeared under her hair.

“Hey, no fucking at the kitchen table. My children are off to school, but I’m right here,” Ayesha grumbled.

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