Page 69 of Be Mine, Cruel Valentines

I nodded and went to do what was asked of me. The guys had kindly agreed to do family breakfast with me on the weekends as long as Theon wasn’t in the middle of football season and Foxyn didn’t have a fight to prepare for. Leyton ate breakfast with me every morning.

“Done,” I said.

“Good. Go take a shower and hurry up, Ramsey.”

I didn’t question Leyton. I ran to the spare bathroom downstairs and hopped in the shower.

“Dry your hair,” Leyton shouted.

He was being particular this morning. Excitement rushed through me, and I hurried up. I couldn’t wait for what Leyton had planned this morning that I needed to be freshly showered. Once my hair was dry, I practically ran back to the kitchen. I slowed down just as I rounded the counter.

Leyton looked me over and nodded in approval. “Get on the table.”

I glanced at the small kitchen table and then at Leyton. I quickly washed my hands and maneuvered myself on the table to ensure I didn’t knock any plates off.

Leyton walked over with a plate of small pancakes. They were golden to perfection. He placed them on my abdomen. I moved a bit, trying to get comfortable.

“Stay still,” Leyton ordered.

I stopped moving instantly, my body going taut. He smiled at me before walking away. It wasn’t long before Leyton returned with a plate of sunny-side-up eggs.

“You have to be careful so the yolk doesn’t break.”

How in the heck does he expect me to do that?He placed one over my nipple and then over the other. The warmth from the eggs echoed throughout my body.

“You’re doing good,” Leyton said.

It was all the encouragement I needed to stay as still as possible.

“Spread your legs slowly for me,” Leyton said.

I blew out a slow and measured breath as he placed more food on my body. It was taking everything I had not to move. Leyton’s skilled fingers danced up and down my cock.

“Leyton,” I gasped.

“Can’t have you soft for breakfast. Wouldn’t be much of a meal now, would it?” Leyton’s fist wrapped around my cock, and I swore to the heavens as pleasure played me like a bitch.

I cried out and balled my fist at my side. I wanted to thrust my hips up so badly to chase after the glorious friction of his hand. He snatched them away before I was ready.

“Please, Leyton.”

“No cumming,” Leyton said. He moved until his face hovered over mine. “Not yet.”

I swallowed back the cry, knowing it would only encourage him to torture me more.

“What’s this for?” Theon asked. He groaned at the sight of me on the table. His hungry eyes roamed up and down my body.

He wiped his mouth, and I wasn’t sure if he was drooling because of all the good food or me.Maybe both?

“It’s Valentine’s day,” Leyton said.

My mouth fell open. I hadn’t even noticed what day it was, too blissed out on cock most of the time.

“Good, hold it open.” Leyton placed a strawberry between my lips.

“Looks delicious,” Theon said. He poked my side, and I groaned as I fought not to move and mess up all of Leyton’s hard work.

“Dig in,” Leyton said.

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