Page 69 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
He chuckles, and I want to punch him.If only I had the energy at the moment.“No, have you ever squirted before?”
“What? No, I don’t do that.”
“Well, you just did,” Austin says, sliding the pillows out from beneath me and pulling me into his side as he lies beside me.
I bury my face in my hands, but he quickly pulls them away.
“Hey, don’t do that. That was hot as shit.”
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head.Only these men.
Brooks snuggles in at my back. “Now I want to see what other things I can do to make you squirt,” he says eagerly.
“Not right now,” Conrad says from the end of the bed.
“You’re just saying that because you’re the one who made her do it,” Brooks pouts.
“I did, but our girl needs to rest.” He looks at the already full bed with the three of us on it. “Where the hell am I going to sleep?”
I sit up when Austin hands me a T-shirt of his that he had sitting on the nightstand. When I lie back on the pillows, Conrad slides my panties back into place. I pull him down until his head rests against my stomach.
“Just sleep here,” I say, running my fingers over his scalp. He moans, snuggling in between my legs.
“That’s not fair,” Brooks grumbles.
“Go to sleep,” Austin and Conrad say at the same time.
“We need a bigger bed,” Brooks grumbles, shifting around.
I turn my head toward him, kissing his nose. “Good night,” I whisper with a smile plastered on my face because, despite the aches all over my body, I have never been this happy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Austin
The soundof Evelyn’s laughter jolts me awake. I bolt upright, my feet kicking something solid at the end of the bed.
“What the fuck?” Conrad grumbles.
I pull my feet away from where he’s sprawled across the end of the bed.Yeah, we need a bigger bed.
As I move toward my bedroom door, I see that Brooks is still passed out on the opposite side of the bed from where I slept. Hadley is nowhere in sight.
I slide into a pair of my sweatpants and a shirt.
Following the sound of Evelyn’s voice, I move down the hallway toward the kitchen. When I round the corner, I’m hit with the sight of my two girls dancing around in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Evelyn is still wearing her polka-dot pajamas. Hadley is in my T-shirt from last night, as well as a pair of my sweatpants that she must have slipped on this morning.
Their hair is equally messy and haphazardly piled on top of their heads.
Neither notices me, so I just lean against the wall and watch. There’s waffle mix scattered all over the counter and the floor,but they don’t seem to care as they pour batter into the waffle maker.
Hadley has a Taylor Swift song playing on her phone, and as soon as the lid on the machine is closed, they both start dancing around again. I can tell Evelyn wants to belt out the lyrics, but she’s holding back so she doesn’t wake all of us up.
Hadley leans down, grabbing Evelyn’s hands in hers. They lean close to each other, whisper-shouting the lyrics as the song builds to the chorus. I heave in a lungful of oxygen at the feeling of warmth overtaking my heart.
Evelyn spins around with her hand still in Hadley’s. She spots me, and her eyes light up. “Daddy!” She bolts toward me and jumps into my arms.
