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I see his cheeks hollow, and Dom opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but can’t quite get the words out. Em has rendered him speechless. That has me tipping over the edge. “Fuck.I’m-I’m coming.”
Dom pumps in and out of Emerson’s mouth two more times, growling, “Swallow it. Swallow me like the good boy you are.”
My eyes are glued to them as I begin to catch my breath, and Emerson comes right along with us, all over his hands and jeans that are still barely down his thighs.
A small giggle falls from my lips. Who knew watching a man water his plants would start this?
?1 Flopping back on the couch, I can’t quite get my giggles to subside as I say, “Well I think we all thought tonight was going to be a wild fuck fest, but I think that was even better.”
1 So What - P!nk
CHAPTER 23
THE MORNING LIGHT
DOMINIC
Raising the spatula to my mouth like a microphone, I sing at the top of my lungs, ?1 “Build Me Up Buttercup,” as if I were a member of The Foundations myself. I’ve been singing along with the songs on my perfectly curated “Cooking breakfast for my boo thang” playlist for the last fifteen minutes and shaking my ass in nothing but briefs and a pair of socks—because despite it being Florida, my floors are always fucking freezing in the morning—in between perfectly executed pancake flips.
The coffee finished brewing about five minutes ago, and I heard a round of groaning—not the sexual kind, but the “oh my god I hate the morning” kind—about two minutes ago, which means Lil and Emerson should come grumbling into thekitchen any minute?—
“What is even happening right now?” Lil groans from behind me.
Now.
Turning on the balls of my feet, I point my microphone at the two Grumpy Guses in front of me, both of them wearing matching looks of both annoyance and confusion. Emerson is in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts, long hair looking disheveled, and Lil is in nothing but one of my shirts, strands of hair falling out of the braid she slept in. Neither Lil nor Em are big fans of the morning, but if anything is going to get them out of bed, it’s the smell of a fresh pot of coffee. Despite their pinched expressions, I can’t help but admire how fucking cute the two of them look standing next to one another, sleepy and annoyed, in my kitchen.
I urge the two of them to sing along, waving my spatula in their direction, even though I know good and well I have a better chance of sprouting wings than that happening. But I do it anyway.
Emerson looks me up and down before asking, “Who are you? Joel fucking Goodsen?”
I playfully raise my brows at him, not even the least bit phased by his scowl. “Get me a button-up and some tighty whities, and I’ll bust out the moves right here and now, baby.”
He rolls his eyes, but I see the corners of his lips twitch. “I’m too tired to understand what either of you are talking about,” Lil adds. “But for the record, I only came out here because I smelled coffee.”
“Same,” Emerson adds.
“But this”—Lil points at me, moving her finger up and down my body—“is an added bonus.”
I shoot her a wink before stepping forward and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Morning, Sweetheart.”
“Mmm.” She smiles up at me. “Good morning.”
“Grab yourself a cup of coffee. Your creamer is in the fridge.”
Her sleepy eyes suddenly widen in delight. “Cinnamon coffee cake?”
“Sure is.”
Her brows pinch together. “But I—you—I don’t spend the night here that often. How did you know to get it?”
Well that’s easy. “I usually keep a container of it in the fridge so I have it in case you need it. I usually drink it with my morning coffee or this crabass over here will drink it with his when he stays here so it doesn’t go bad.”
A slow smile spreads back across her face as if I just reached up into the sky, grabbed the moon, and presented it to her. But it’s just creamer. Simple, really. Regardless, I’ll take that smile whenever I can get it. I press one more soft kiss to her lips followed by another on the beauty mark above her top lip.
She squeezes my arm gently before stepping around me and heading for the coffee pot, and I hear her mumble to herself, “Fuck yes. Chocolate chip pancakes.”
I puff my chest out in pride as my eyes move to Emerson before he speaks, his voice low and rough. “Iwill never understand how you’re like this in the morning. It’s like you shit fucking rainbows.”
