Page 43 of We End With Us

“Princess.” his gaze drifts from my eyes down my body to the shirt I'm wearing with booty shorts.

“Make yourselves at home,” I say.

“We did,” Bass says, placing bacon on a plate. I snort out a laugh trying my best to cover it, but I’m too slow, they all give me strange looks while continuing to cook breakfast.

“Sit, pup, eat,” Cass says, directing me to a chair while Bass places a plate in front of me with bacon, eggs, and French toast, it smells amazing.

“Thank you,” I say. It's impossible to not be polite. They all take a seat around the table, it’s really hard to concentrate on eating while they have so much skin showing.

“You okay, mamas?” Bass asks, raising an eyebrow while he pops some bacon in his mouth.

“Did you guys lose your shirts?” I ask, shoving my fork into the bacon and taking a bite.

They all laugh while trying to keep it together, Jordy is the first to speak, recovering from his fit of laughter first.

“Baby girl, it’s nothing you haven’t seen.”

“I’m aware, but still,” I say, raising my eyebrows so I don't have to say it out loud.

“Wait.” King smiles. “Are you saying you don’t want us to be shirtless in front of you?”

“Yes,” I say, running my fork over my food. “That's exactly what I'm saying.”

Puzzled looks adorn their faces and I’m aware of how bizarre that sounds since we’ve done some rather explicit things, but regardless, I’m still pissed at them, and it’s distracting as hell. My head steadily thumps as I watch them watch me. They don’t move, don’t say a word, but they don’t need to. I can hear it loud and clear.

I’m theirs. No matter what.

We all stare at Nova,all with the same perplexed look.

Bass stands and moves toward her, we watch as he leans down over her caging her in her chair. Her gaze flicks over his chest, the unmistaken lust evident as he leans in closer and his lips brush over hers. The corner of his mouth lifts as his gaze washes over Nova.

“Is it distracting?” he asks, and she nods, inhaling a deep breath.

“Mamas, I bet if I ran my tongue through your pussy right now, you’d be dripping for us.” He smirks.

Nova frowns, placing her hands on his shoulders, and shoving him as hard as she can. Bass barely moves an inch.

“Just speaking facts, mamas,” he says, lifting himself up before Nova slips under his arm and out of the room.

“Do you have to push her like that?” Jordy gestures to where Nova’s left the room.

“What?” Bass chuckles like he doesn’t see the harm in teasing Nova just a little.

Shaking my head, I begin to clear the plates, seeing Nova’s still full plate. I knew she’d barely touched her food, but knowing she hasn’t eaten doesn’t sit right with me.

“She’ll come around. You know how she gets. I mean, she wanted to kill us the first time,” King says, shaking his head at what I’m guessing is memories of our first few encounters with Nova.

“She can handle me, any of us, I’m just messing with her. I want her to see us again,” Bass says, slouching into her vacant seat.

“She will, just give her time,” I say.

“And space?” Jordy asks. King and I eye each other with the same look. Yeah, that’s not happening.

“We’re not seriously going to, right?” Bass murmurs.

“No,” King states.

Bass gives him a savage grin, a mischievous look in place.

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