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“You’re going nowhere,” he reprimands, while pulling on his jeans. “You’re on bed rest for at least another twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah, Orio.” Sasha adds as she slides down the side of the bed until her feet hit the floor. “You’ve got a poorly head so you can’t play.”

“That’s not fair,” I stick out my bottom lip at Sasha, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Who’s the child?” Stone sniggers, leaning over and placing a kiss on my mouth. Sasha whoops at the sight. He drops his voice to a level that tiny ears can’t hear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you take a bath later, and I’ll let you finish what you started.”

“You are stinky, Orio.” Sasha-bat-ears-Parish strikes again. Taking hold of Stones hand, she starts to pull him towards the open door. “Pancakes and strawberries, peese.”

‘Stay’ Smoke mouths at me before both disappear into the hallway.

I’d really like to defy him and go downstairs, but the promise of a soak in the bath to soothe my aching bones if I behave is too good an offer to risk.

I must have drifted off back into a light sleep because it seems like only seconds before Stone is softly calling my name. He’s holding a tray with a plated-up stack of pancakes soaked in syrup, a glass of OJ and a bowl of fresh berries. Sasha is right by his side, holding a folded piece of paper.

“Wow,” I gasp at the gesture. I push myself up into a seated position. “Are you not eating?” I question when I spy just the one fork. There’s enough to feed all three of us.

“Sasha couldn’t wait, and I ate as I cooked. I’ll finish off what you can’t manage.”

“Mmm,” I groan in ecstasy as my taste buds get hit with the sugary sweetness of the syrup and soft lightness of the pancakes. I fork up another bit and shove it into my mouth before I’ve even swallowed the first. Christ, I didn’t realize how hungry I was. “Thank you, this is delicious,” I say from behind my hand that’s covering my mouth as I mumble my thanks.

“Um, you’re welcome,” they both giggle at the sight of me eating like an animal. “Sasha has something for you.” She scrambles up onto the bed and holds out the paper to me.

“I made it for you,” she squirms and giggles where she is on her knees beside me. On the outside, there are three stick people all a different color. One tall, one small and a third somewhere in between. It’s obvious by the short dark hair on the top of the globe-shaped head, bottom half of the face covered in messy scribble and straight red slash of a line depicting his mouth, that the taller one is Stone. What I assume is me has long brown hair that flicks out at the bottom, vivid blue eyes and a big cheesy grin. Of course, Sasha has a triangle on top of yellow curly squiggle hair, ever the princess. What really catches my attention is that all our hands are interlinked, with Stone and I at either side of Sasha. I guess to anyone’s eye it’s nothing more than a young child’s adaptation of a family in crayon, but to me, it speaks volumes. I have a lump in my throat the size of Alaska, my nose tingles and my eyes are about to give away my emotions with a Great Lakes’ worth of tears.

“That’s you,” she points. “Daddy Gabe and me.” She then pops her finger on top of what I can only describe as a… blob! “That’s Bubble puppy.”

“I knew that,” I sniffle and swipe away the moisture on my face with the back of my hand before wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into me. The tray jolts from my sudden movement, but Stone grabs it and stops it from tipping. “This is lovely, thank you so much, Sasha.” I kiss her cheek.

“Daddy Gabe helped, so he should get a kiss too.” She eyes me with her perfect blues, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Yeah,” Stone chips in. “I agree, it’s only fair.” I glance up at him expecting to see a playful smile on his lips, but what I’m met with is fire in his eyes. He licks his lips in anticipation. It’s clear that he’s as desperate for my touch as I am his.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” Sasha starts to chant, and it’s enough to break through the intensity that is a little too much in front of immature eyes, leaving us no option but to laugh out loud.

So as not to disappoint, I lean forward and place my lips to Stones. It’s a lingering kiss. No tongues. No mouth fucking, but long enough to appease, not too long to be inappropriate in front of Sasha.

“Now eat up,” Stone nudges the tray further towards me. “Sasha will keep you company while I go draw you a bath.”

ChapterThirty

Oriana

“Where’s Sasha?” I ask Stone when he walks into the bathroom. I’ve been cocooned in the heat of the water for about fifteen minutes. The soothing smell of jasmine and vanilla invade my senses as I weave my hands through the soapy bubbles that come right up to my chin.

“She’s downstairs with Cub, watching The Little Mermaid.” He snatches two bottles from the vanity and brings them over, placing them on the floor beside the bath.

“Oh, my word, is she trying to sing the words too?” I snigger. Sasha is as bright as a button and advanced for her age, but she’s relatively new to Disney and still hasn’t mastered the songs. She tries her best, God love her, yet most of it comes out as hums and mumbles.

“Yep.” While sniggering, he grabs the back of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head. “Smoke offered to come sit with Sasha for a while, but I knew she was hankering to watch a movie, I wasn’t going to inflict that on him.” One swift movement and he’s unbuckled his belt, button, zip and he’s peeling off his jeans. “Cub’s still on my shit list so I don’t give a fuck if his ears bleed, he owes me.”

I should find that amusing, laugh even, but he’s naked.

I know I’m staring, my mouth open, and the cocky fucker stands there giving me the time to take all of him in.

His upper body is to die for. A sprinkling of hair sits between his firm pecs, abs clearly defined even though partially covered with the ink that wraps around from his back. His stomach is tight, the Young Outlaws helmet tattoo that’s been enhanced with blades and pistols, orbits his perfect innie belly button. Thick thighs, firm calves, feet that despite my aversion to them, I find oddly sexy.

His cock is beautiful and so fucking engorged and hard that the head is a smooth deep pink. The temptation to reach out to touch it, bring it to my lips and suck the bulbous tip into my mouth is too much. Flutters of arousal hit low in my belly, closely followed with wetness between my legs.

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