Page 11 of His Bunny Baby

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I spent all night buried inside Bunny’s inviting cunt, not fucking, but hard as a rock and cuddling her from behind. The vixen is a witch, and even though we weren’t in the throes of passion but simply enjoying each other’s bodies, I came in her twice more. Just from touch alone. That’s never happened to me before.

I petted her clit through a few orgasms, too, leaving her breathless and purring like a kitten. She’s fucking hot as hell when she’s needy.

“Is that coffee I smell?” She pads into the kitchen in her little dress from last night and is shoeless. My eyes roam up and down her body, imagining her pregnant and barefoot in this kitchen for the next few years. My dick grows instantly hard.

Pouring her a cup, she takes it from my hands before I can ask how she likes it and guzzles it down. “Don’t like it sweet?” You don’t meet many women who drink it black.

“Nope!” She smiles as she gets a refill. “But you need a dark roast.” I blink down at the container labeled dark roast. “Okay, darker.” She shrugs with a playful grin on her swollen lips.

“Class at nine again?” She nods. “Ava’s having a BBQ tonight with some friends. Any chance I can convince you to come with me?”

It’s her turn to blink in shock. “Meet your sister?” I confirm. Stalling, she takes a long sip of coffee and lifts her eyes over the rim of the mug. “Are you sure we’re ready for that?” I don’t remind her how many times I’ve come in her succulent cunt because she’ll likely throw hands with me—the woman is scrappy—so I give a brief nod. Her mouth screws from side to side. “Okay, but I’ll have to go home first so I can change and not look like I’ve been bored to tears all day with annoying lectures and work that’s not hard enough.”

“Not hard enough?” I ask, hoping she’ll tell me more. She doesn’t elaborate, so I let it go. We have all the time in the world.

“I need to go; I have to change and shower.” My head shakes. “What?”

“Baby, if you shower, you’re washing my scent off you, and other boys will come sniffing around.” I’ve shocked her into silence once more.

Gulping down the rest of the hot brew in her cup, she frowns at it. “I’m bringing over my Death Wish Dark Roast tonight. If you’re going to keep me up all night, I need the good stuff.”

“Don’t shower,” I growl against her lips as I drag her in close to me. I hate the idea of another man anywhere near my girl.

“Don’t worry, Cas. I’ve got this.” She holds up the shirt I wore yesterday as she dashes for the front door.

“I’ll pick you up at five,” I call after her as she gets in her car.

With a wave, she’s gone in less than a minute. I hate that she has to leave so early because she has nothing to wear here. I wait until she’s in class to text her and tell her to bring a few changes of clothing with her tonight. I know she won’t be ready to move in yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t start the process early.

Jack shows up at the shop late, and from the smug look on his face, it has to do with my sister and bedroom activities I’d rather not think about. “Shut up,” I tell him before he can say a word.

His laughter follows him back to where he starts on an oil change for some punk kid who had no idea that cars needed upkeep. “Ava wants to know if you’re coming tonight.”

Not looking at him, I drop my bombshell. “Yeah, Bunny and I will be there.”

A tool clatters to the ground as he stares a hole through my back. “Shit, you’re totally gone for this girl.” I glower at him, and he laughs again.

“In what universe have I not been gone for her since I laid eyes on her.” I haven’t even tried to hide my infatuation with Bunny. No point. She’s my endgame. I won’t hide that.

“Hey, Caspian.” Juliette purrs my name from the doorway leading into the shop, and I raise a brow at Jack, who shakes his head. He’s teased me for months that the girl has a crush on me, but I’ve never believed him. Now that I hear it, I must have a word with her. Nip it in the bud, so to speak.

“What’s up?” I don’t look at her; she doesn’t need encouragement.

Her heels clack against the cement floor as she walks over to me. Ridiculous shoes to be wearing in a mechanics shop if you ask me. “Well.” Her hand slides up my back to cup my shoulder before gliding down my arm. “I was thinking you’d take me to dinner tonight. Or come over, and I can cook for you.”

I know an invitation for sex when I hear one. “Got plans tonight.” I shrug her touch off and catch the frown on her face from the corner of my eye. I can already tell she’s not going to take this rejection lightly.

Bending over so her elbows rest on the side of the car I’m working on, her tits damn near spill out into my face. “Perhaps I can change your mind.” She gives a little wiggle.

“It’s a family thing,” I try again.

“That’s perfect because I’m practically family. I’ll go with you.” I hear Jack groan from his position a few feet away.

I need to let her down, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings. She’s worked for me for years and is relatively good at her job. I think. I don’t pay enough attention, I guess.

“It’s invite-only from Ava,” Jack finally grunts, saving me. He’s never cared about being an ass to anyone. It’s part of his charm. Or so Ava says.

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