Page 48 of Flirt

Chapter Nineteen

Flirt

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“No way it is morning. Stop poking me, and go back to sleep,” I said and rolled my shoulder to knock the finger that poked me away.

“It is morning and time for breakfast,” Sawyer’s voice penetrated my ears, and my eyes shot open.

I looked over my shoulder into the face of a smirking little girl with messy bed hair and staring at me out of eyes just like her sleeping mother beside me.

“Morning,” I mumbled as I moved the hand on Gabriella’s hip and shook her.

“Are you eating breakfast with us?” Sawyer asked, then plopped down on the edge of the mattress behind me. I had never been more grateful for blankets. I was going to have to remember shorts the next time.

“Gabriella, Sawyer is up and wants breakfast,” I said and shook her again.

“Why do you call Mom by her real name? Everyone else calls her Brie.”

“Sawyer, halt the questions until after coffee, please,” Gabriella said and lifted her head to see over my shoulder.

“‘K, but will you at least answer if Flirt’s staying for breakfast?”

I shifted my eyes to Gabriella, and she smiled, then asked, “Well, are you staying for breakfast?”

“Sure,” I answered and lifted a brow.

“Yeah!” Sawyer yelled and moved off the bed. “I’ll get all the stuff out,” was said as she darted out of the room.

Gabriella rested her head back on my arm, and her body started shaking.

“You find it funny that your daughter busted me in your bed? Better yet, Sawyer hadn’t looked shocked or traumatized about finding me here. How many men has she found in your bed?”

“No, what I find funny was the look on your face. You looked traumatized,” Gabriella said. “And instead of being a grouchy ass with a side of rude in the morning, I might have been inclined to answer your other question. But not now.” She shoved to get up, and I tightened my grip.

“Not so fast. I’m sorry. I’m new to waking up with a kid poking at me. Maybe I wouldn’t have been sotraumatizedif I had some shorts on or at least underwear. Now answer my other question, and before you even think about not or giving me some smartass response, I’ll remind you we are still in the bedroom. It is the one place I will continue to have control whether I have my dick inside you, or we are sleeping. Doesn’t matter.”

“You are the most aggravating man. You are the first man that Sawyer has found in my bed. If you act naturally around kids her age, they won’t think anything is wrong. Acting nuts will draw their attention, and then they become curious. We better get up since both of us are naked, and she will come back in if we don’t show up in the kitchen soon. How did she even get in the room? You locked the door when we came in,” Gabriella asked as we both got out of the bed.

“I asked if you wanted it locked or unlocked before I turned the light out and got in bed. You said unlocked, so I did, then climbed into bed and pulled your sleeping body into my arms,” I told her as I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my t-shirt.

“The last thing I remember, and it is vague, is burying my face in the comforter so my scream would be muffled and it wouldn’t wake Sawyer,” Gabriella commented as she pulled on her sleep pants and tank.

I smirked at her when my head popped through the neck of my t-shirt. “That’s because I wore you out. I think you might have faded in and out of consciousness a couple times toward the end.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to argue on that because there is a strong possibility it is the truth.”

I laughed and draped my arm over her shoulder. “It is the truth. And it took a lot of energy to satisfy my woman, so what’s for breakfast?”

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