Page 44 of Resurrection
“Killing my dreams, dude! They were fucking fantastic. Sweet, hormone-filled bliss smothered between our girl’s thighs and you two turd nuggets ruined it. Ruined all the fun! No waffles for you this morning!”
“Ooh I love waffles!” I helpfully input to the frenzy.
“What waffles?!” Jax lifts himself off the ground, his head still poised on the side of the bed as he mumbles around the covers. “Where are these fucking waffles, Betty Crocker? We’d be better off trying to make pancakes with what little we’ve got going on.”
“Fuck no. Waffles are better than pancakes. Hands down,” Hawk argues, reclaiming his cuddliness by burying his face into my boobs.
“I disagree. There’s a whole fucking international house dedicated to pancakes. That means they’re better than waffles. It’s simple math. Waffle House... tiny, decrepit whole in the wall. International House a’ Pancakes? That screams reputation and accolades. Prestigious awards and shit.” Cole rises from the floorand shakes his head like a dog, running his fingers through his auburn hair to tame the mess of tangles the evening gifted him.
Gasping and clutching his nonexistent pearls like a southern belle, Hawk rebuttals, “How fucking dare you talk bad about Waffle House!” He lifts a hand and crosses himself, muttering, “Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost of Syrups, save us from your justifiable wrath. This blasphemer knoweth not what he talketh about!”then points accusingly at Cole. “You’re talking about international sub-par pancakes. Waffles are pancakes.... but with abs. I’m going Olympic with my breakfast choices. Fit for champions. Waffles are the best. Discussion over.” He punctuates his apparentwinby focusing on my right boob, licking and sucking until my nipple is peaked and hard. His groans against my flesh push me to want more, even after everything last night, but another thought comes to mind.
“I don’t know... Crepes are pretty awesome,” I say quietly under all of their arguments, but it stops them in their tracks nonetheless.
Hawk lifts his head to gaze down at me. It’s like I just struck him upside the face with an epiphany. “Crepes.... I fucking forgot about crepes.”
“Crepes are better.”
“Yup, so much better.”
“I’d kill for a crepe right now.”
Their agreements overlap as Jax heaves Hawk off of me, repositioning him on the floor.
“Hey!”
“There. Much better. Now that you’ve got breakfast on everyone’s minds, how about you throw on some shorts and go find something for all of us to eat while Cole and I figure out how to rig a shower or a tub or something to clean us all up. Baby wipes worked in a pinch last night, but I for one would like to bathe myself.”
“Me too!” I agree, raising my hand as I remain reclined on the bed.
“Ok, fine,” Hawk concedes, kissing my forehead before leaving the bedroom.
“Alright, baby, time to get up.” Jax holds his hand out for mine but I curl into myself, refusing to do so.
“Uh, no sir. Nuh-uh.” I object, wanting to snooze the day away just a little bit longer. “It’s the end of the world. What do we have to do that’s forcing us to rush into the morning?”
Jax rolls his eyes. “Well, let’s see. While you could have breakfast in bed—and I can see just how appealing that would be—a cold shower... whilst still in bed, wouldn’t be as satisfying.”
I respond by making the fetal position my bitch, folding in on myself until I’m nothing but a ball of illusion.
I’m not Aly, I’m a bundle of blankets. You can’t see me!
Unfortunately, Jax is as stubborn as they come, wrenching the blankets off my naked body and throwing them clear across the room.
“Nooooo!” I yell, and, just as he turns his face away, I strike with vicious retribution, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey and pulling him down.... pulling himdown...Pulling. Him. Down.
Come on, Wonder Slut, put your back into it!
The giant lug just stands there, a big ass cocky grin on his face as I flop back down on the bed... sans the giant lug. “Is that all you got? You can’t possibly be serious. Come on, baby, I thought we taught you better than that?”
I tilt my head in defiance, knocking off the list on my fingers. “Y’all taught me shooting, how to use a bow and arrow, how to drive a boat, how to swim—or better yet... float. You taught me some self-defense: kicking, punching, how to wield a weapon against zombies, some grappling. But, honestly, even with the training you’ve given me, look at me and then look at yourself. What the hell am I gonna do against a giant like you? I’mhalfof you, for crying out loud!”
Jax chuckles while Cole comes to his side with fire in his eyes. “Well, in that case....”
???
Oooh, I hurt. My legs, my arms, my back. My entire body aches from the drills Jax and Cole instructed me to repeat over and over again until I damn near keeled over. My feet, however... My feet are in absolute heaven.
“Pressure good, pretty girl?”
