Page 47 of Property of Stone
“I’m good with that, too. We just gotta hurry before the kids wake up. How quiet can you be?”
Her traitor pussy twinged in response.
He seemed determined to throw her off her game. “Does Sunny like waffles?”
“Her father sure as fuck does. Long as they ain’t blue.”
What?“Blue waffles? Do you mean blueberry?”
One side of his mouth pulled up. “Know you like to look up shit on your cell phone, babe. Best if you skip that search.”
She stared at him. “I’m going to take a wild guess here and say blue waffles have nothing to do with food.”
“Yeah, ain’t nothin’ you’d wanna eat.”
“Since you must’ve tried them, I’ll take your word for it.”
He chuckled, then stood and arched his back, stretching it. “Fuck, my back’s killin’ me.” That movement caused her to visually explore his unexpectedly fit body. It was nothing like Patch’s. Or Gooch’s. Or, hell, most of the other bikers she had come into contact with already. “Why don’t you sleep in the bunkbed in Sunny’s room?”
“More space on the couch than in that fuckin’ bunkbed.”
“Would you rather Wren and I take the bunkbeds and you and Sunny share the bed in your room?” Then maybe she wouldn’t wake up sore from being kicked.
One dark eyebrow raised. “Don’t mind sharin’ my bed, just not with my girl.”
“Why?”
“Ain’t obvious?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if it was.”
He grabbed his crotch, drawing her eyes back to his erection.
“Oh.”That.
Damn.
She agreed that would get awkward, even if it was a completely normal function for a man.
“Yeah,oh. Wanna help me get rid of it before the nut nuggets roll downstairs for breakfast?”
“Sure. Stand right there.” She pointed to the spot in front of her.
A sly grin curved his lips as he moved into place.
When his hands went to his already partially opened zipper, she stopped him with an extended palm. “No reason to remove your jeans.”
Creases marred his forehead. “Then how you gonna suck me off?”
“I was planning on kneeing you in the nuts. I figured that would help with that issue.”
“Not what I was thinkin’.”
“Of course not. Also, can you refrain from calling the kids nut nuggets in front of them? I really don’t need Wren going to school and proudly announcing that he’s a nut nugget.” Because her son would definitely do that. Especially with the way he seemed to worship Stone last night.
“Well, he is.”
“Debatable. All right, if you think she’ll eat them, I’ll go make waffles.”
