Page 49 of Sinners Keepers
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Ijah
When we walked into the kitchen, Hunt was already awake making breakfast. I’d hoped we’d gotten up early enough to do what we had to do without waking her, but I was happy to see her nonetheless.
I pulled out a seat for Law and helped him into it. He scowled at me but I knew he secretly appreciated being loved on by all of us.
“Smells so fucking good, cupcake. What are you making?” I asked, coming in behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I nuzzled my face into her neck, strands of her sleep-mussed hair attaching themselves to my morning scruff.
“Egg sandwiches,” she said, turning her face to kiss the corner of my mouth. “But what you smell is probably the banana nut bread I have in the oven.”
Law sat up straighter in his chair. “That’s an odd combination. Were you…craving it?”
She turned, still in my arms, and leveled him with a glare. “No. The bananas were going bad.”
The oil crackled in the pan as she turned back to the stove, slipping the spatula under an egg and deftly flipping it.
“Is Law trying to impregnate you?” I chuckled, snatching a grape out of the bowl on the counter and popping it in my mouth. I knew without a doubt that was most definitely what he meant by that little remark.
“I think he’d be satisfied if any one of you did,” Hunt said, plating the eggs. “Fat chance.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Law questioned her, sounding slightly offended. Then it dawned on him. “I see. Well. When I find it, I’m flushing it down the toilet.” He meant her birth control.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t turn to face him. She continued buttering slices of bread, making the sandwiches like egg grilled cheeses. I would marry her for that alone. Mrs. Ijah Canmore, breakfast maker extraordinaire.
“Guess I’ll just have to make extra sure it’s well hidden, then,” she said, smirking. I knew she had an IUD, but I wasn’t about to ruin their fun. I loved that she humored him like this. I would be lying if I said I didn’t also like the idea of seeing her with a cute little round stomach, full of our baby. But we were nowhere near that possibility, and I wasn’t sure we ever would be. Some people didn’t need to have kids, and it was pretty evident by our lifestyle that we fell under that category.
I brushed my hand over her abs, kissing her on the cheek. My longing quickly turned to desire. “How can I help?” I asked, my motives not entirely pure.
“Set the plates out and get everyone drinks while I finish up.”
“Do I get a reward?”
“For performing basic household tasks? Uhm, no,” she sassed.
“It was worth a try,” I shrugged and quickly did what she’d requested of me.
Once we settled to eat, Hunt stilled. “Where’s Alec?”
“Did you not hear the sounds coming from the basement, love?” Law asked.
“I mean I did, I just assumed he’d be up by now.”
“Cleaning brain matter from the wall is no quick task, cupcake,” I told her.
She cringed. “Don’t you have someone who does that for you?”
“We do,” I said, looking at her seriously. “But I’m not chancing anyone coming into the house right now. Not until we’ve dealt with your dad.”
“Not even your own men?”
“The only men I trust to be around you are the same ones I enjoy sharing you with.”
It was crazy I was even willing to, being that possessiveness swelled in my chest each time I thought of her. But seeing her with them, seeing her happy—that was all I wanted for her. And of course, they were more than willing to share her as well, so there were no worries about them trying to edge me out.
Loving Hunt was like being swept up in a fucking tornado and I was a goddamn storm chaser. I would do some crazy things for her.
Anything.
