Page 51 of Blame It On the Lattes

Twenty-Six

Sam

Hearing Avery say thatshe loved me was something I wanted to hear over and over. It melted my heart and soothed my soul in a way I had never felt before and I hated the lingering thought in my head that it might be short-lived if she decided to leave Sugarplum Falls.

She’d slept in my bed the entire night, and unfortunately, we were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

I got up early and started breakfast, not sure what time Kennedy would be back. It was crazy, but I had already missed her, and she hadn’t even been gone for an entire day. Another reason I couldn’t stand the thought of them leaving. How would I be able to go on with life knowing that the weight of their loss would absolutely consume me?

“Good morning,” Avery said as she came into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts.

“Good morning, indeed,” I replied, pulling her into me for a kiss. “But if you don’t go put real clothes on, I’ll have no choice but to devour you right here on this kitchen island and burn breakfast.”

“I’m not that hungry,” she said coyly, tugging the bottom of the shirt up. I reached back to pull it down and groaned when I felt her bare ass cheek.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Kennedy will be back any second, and I’m going to have to go hide in the bathroom until this stupid erection goes away.”

“Well, I hate to tell you this, but Cassidy just called and said your parents asked if they can keep Kennedy for the day. Apparently, she was working on some handmade Christmas gifts last night and didn’t get to finish. Cassidy has to work today, but she said she can bring Kennedy back tonight after dinner.”

“So I get you all to myself today?”

“It appears that way.”

I reached over and turned off the stove before removing the pan from the burner.

“What are you doing?” she asked, giggling when I started putting the rest of the food stuff back in the fridge. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” I said with a playful growl. I grabbed a piece of toast from the plate and handed it to her. “Here, start with this.”

“Sam! What in the world is going on?”

I picked her up and set her on the kitchen island.

“I’m hungry and having breakfast,” I answered with a shrug.

“What am I supposed to do with the toast?” she asked, holding it up as she leaned back on her hand.

“You eat that while I eat you. Once we’re done, I’ll take you somewhere for a real breakfast.”

“Sam,” she said, giggling harder when I lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. I pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, making sure she was exactly where I wanted her.

She laughed for a moment until she felt my tongue slide along her slit. She hissed out a breath as I focused on holding her in place as I played with her pussy. I loved the way she tasted as much as I loved how tight she was. We didn’t have much time to play and explore each other’s bodies the first time we had sex, so I was determined to find out all of the things she loved now that I had the time.

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