Page 268 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Okay, take me to the shower,” I say, reaching up like a child until Kieran lifts me off the bed and into his arms.
“We got you, River Blue. We’ll clean you up. Have a little snack. And then, we can all go to bed.”
After a hot shower, they carry me to the kitchen and make me food. And then, after we’ve all eaten, they take me back to Callum’s bed, where they cuddle me throughout the night.
Just like we used to.
After picking up Ly from her sleepover and saying our goodbyes to Central City the next day, we head home with a new outlook on life. And our relationship.
The trickiest part about our newfound life together will be the reality we’re about to step into. They’re a band. They’ll have to travel at some point. And I still have my work. By tomorrow morning, we’ll all be back on track with what our lives used to be, while incorporating our new relationship.
“Coffee,”I groan for the thousandth time today. Or it feels like it, at least. I’ve only been awake for thirty minutes, wrangling Lyric into school mode.
I have to get her back into the swing of things after missing so many days from being away. And let’s just say she doesn’t want to cooperate.
I swear that’s all being an adult consists of. Coffee. Work. Zombie mode. Tired. Hungry. Horny. More coffee to feel human. When will this endless cycle stop?
Right. Never.
“Here,” Asher chuckles, handing me a large Styrofoam cup of boiling hot nectar from the Gods. “It’s your usual.” Pride sparkles in his eyes when he looks away, watching with intent as Lyric approaches with a grin.
“Morning, Daddy,” she says, reaching a hand out.
“And what do you want, Little One?” he asks, bending at the waist to meet her sparkling eyes.
Her eyes slip to the white bag on the counter containing the treat she’s so desperate for. The one thing Asher brings her every morning. Something delicious. Sweet. And will probably rot her damn teeth out.
“My treat,” she whispers, pointing toward the bag like it’s a secret tucked away.
“What do you say?” I ask, groaning into my coffee like the addict I am. If it wasn’t for the caffeine, I think I’d die a slow and painful death.
“Pwetty, please,” she whispers, puffing out her bottom lip. Convincingly, might I add. If he hadn’t bought it for her, he’d definitely give it to her now.
“Well, who can resist that,” he quips, gliding over to the bag and pulling out her treat. “Come sit so you can eat, and then we’ll get you to school.”
I grin against the lid of my drink, watching him beneath my lashes. Sometimes, I like to watch as they each interact with her, giving away a little piece of their hearts each time.
Every day they fall a little more in love with her. And she with them. Like they never separated, and they’ve known each other since the moment she screamed her first breath.
Emotions rise in my throat at the love they’ve shown her in such a short time. And me, too. Even though we knew each other at different times in our lives, it’s like we were never apart. But yet, we were. They’re so different from who they were.
“So, I’ll bring you some lunch today, okay?”
My eyes zone back in on Asher, who eyes me with a little smirk pulling at his lips. I raise my brows. How long have I been staring at him while biting into the damn lid? Fuck. I pull my drink away and clear my throat.
Apparently, long enough. Ly chomps down on the pink-frosted donut with sparkly sprinkles dotting the concoction,devouring it like a little hungry monster. Leaving the remnants behind around her lips.
“Lunch?”
He grins. “Yeah. I figured I could bring something to you since you’re going back to the office today.”
My cheeks heat. Why is it so hot when a man insists on feeding me copious amounts of coffee and food? I’m not complaining. Like at all. He can stuff me full with… Well, my mind instantly travels down the deep, dark road of cock and moans, heating my face more.
Apparently, I need to get laid. No matter how hard I tell myself to take it slow, my body has other plans. And well, to hell with it. I’ve always given my body what it wants.
“Lunch is great,” I say with a smile, pretending I’m not thinking about his dick.
Totally not, by the way. Nope. I’m not thinking about the way he gagged me just a few days ago. Or the salty cum that slid down my throat as I swallowed him whole. Nah. Not me.
