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“Please, please, please. Make me come.”
I wet two fingers in my mouth, and despite the fact that Bear’s cock is right there, I find her clit and rub it for her.
“Oh god. Oh yes. Mase, you too. I want all your hands on my pussy.”
Mason’s brow shoots up, but he lays a hand over mine, alternating his fingers with mine.
And after a few sweet circles of her clit, our girl detonates. “Oh, fucking fuck. Yes!”
Mason groans across from me, painting Lennon’s chest with his cum. I immediately follow, my hot release spurting from me. The visual is dizzying, especially when Bear grunts, then pulls out and comes all over her pussy and stomach.
We remain still, breaths heaving from our chests.
“That was fuckin’ hot,” Bear finally manages as Mason and I shift back to seated positions, dealing with our legs that are still entangled in our pants. Bear helps Lennon sit up. “Time for a shower, pretty girl.”
She gives him a smirk. “Yes, Daddy.” Then as she strides toward the bathroom, she throws a devilishly sweet look over her shoulder. “I want all of you in here. You made the mess, you clean me up.”
I chuckle. “You heard her, boys.” I smack Mason’s ass as we follow her, and he turns around, gripping my chin. “Watch it, or you’ll need cleaning up, too.”
“Gonna make you moan, D.” Mason winks at me.
Bear chuckles. “I don’t know how the fuck this is my life right now, but I’m fuckin’ glad it is.”
FORTY-ONE
LENNON
“I can tell you’re awake.”Duke’s soft whisper tickles my ear.
I nod. “I am.”
“What do you think about the two of us making breakfast? We can bring it back up here.”
Shifting so I can see him over my shoulder, I smile into his blue eyes. “That’d be nice.”
He kisses my cheek. “I’m gonna brush my teeth. I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen.”
Five minutes later, I pad down the stairs and find Duke with a look of concentration on his face. “What are we making?”
He glances up with a perplexed smile. “Well, at first I thought waffles, but I don’t have a fuckin’ clue if we have a waffle iron.”
I laugh, clapping my hands in amusement. “Pancakes it is!”
“Right.” He shakes his head at my antics.
“Pancakes are easier, anyway.” I shoot him a wink and smack his ass as I walk behind him to pull out a griddle that I’d seen in the cabinet when I was putting a frying pan away.
He chuckles. “Okay. Ingredients. How about you check the fridge for juice, milk, an egg, and maybe some berries or something. We might be in luck. We had a grocery delivery a couple days ago. I’ll get the rest.”
I press my lips together, watching as he disappears into the pantry before I pull open the fridge. Sure enough, we have everything he asked for, plus bacon and whipped cream.
I set everything on the counter, go to the double wall ovens, and turn both on—one for the bacon and the other to keep the pancakes warm as we cook. Rummaging in the cabinet, I find a colander and put the strawberries I’d found in there to give them a quick rinse.
As I turn around with them, Duke’s got all the dry ingredients in his hands, and carefully nudges the pantry door shut with his foot before setting everything on the counter.
I walk over and stand right next to him, leaning my hip against the counter. I study his serene face, so different from last night when we were all worried like crazy about how everything would go down. But now, he’s relaxed and…happy.I fucking love this Duke. “I like you like this. It’s really sweet and… it feels like the authentic you.”
He shoots me a funny look, his lips curving into an uncertain smile. “What makes you say that?”
