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I turn over and slide myself under the covers to give Max a wake-up call he certainly earned after last night.
“Fuck.” His harsh morning voice croaks when I pull him into my mouth, tasting the salty pre-come and moaning around his silky hard flesh.
“Cassandra,” he groans my name as I fist his base and slide my lips over his cock, feeling electrified every time his hips jerk. “God, Cassandra.”
The sound of my name on his lips warms the blood in my veins. Before I came into this house, I never liked my first name. It always felt like it was meant for someone more elegant and mature than me.
But when Max says it like he just did,God, do I become a Cassandra.
I pull him into the back of my throat and hear a faint notification buzz on his phone. I pause my best work to listen and gasp literally around Max’s dick when I hear Everly’s faint voice chirp, “Let’s go see what my dad will make us for breakfast!”
“Is that the camera? Is Everly coming inside?” The pitter-patter of rapid footsteps in the house has me flinging back the blanket. “Did you lock the door?” I whisper-shout, my entire body tense with terror.
Max’s half hooded eyes pop open. “Shit.”
Hide…I need to hide!
The two pairs of feet close in on us at rapid speed as I throw myself off the far side of the bed, my kneecap making a really horrifying thump as it smashes into the hardwood floor along with the duvet that I took with me. Max scrambles for the sheet to cover himself as I bite my lip and grab my knee, screaming in silent agony. Are his floors really just wood? It felt like concrete or boulders! Or perhaps a bed of nails!
“Daddy, Claire and I are hungry,” Everly’s voice says as she enters the room sounding like she’s been up for hours. “We want pancakes.”
“Pancakes?” Max repeats, sounding far calmer than he deserves, considering his cock is probably still covered in my saliva. He coughs loudly, and I hear the rustling of sheets. “I can probably manage pancakes.”
“Where’s your dad’s shirt?” Claire giggles, and my eyes widen.
“My dad never wears a shirt to bed,” Everly answers with a click of her tongue. “Does your dad wear a shirt?”
“Yes, but my dad’s belly doesn’t look like your dad’s belly. It’s hairy.”
“Ew!” Everly peals.
“Okay, how about the two of you give me some privacy, and I’ll be right out to help you.” Max has his dad voice on. Good move.
“Let’s go wake up Cozy next!” Everly cries excitedly.
“Um…” Max blurts out a noise that barely sounds human. “She um…went for a run.”
Fuck, Max! Everly is going to see right through that!
“Cozy doesn’t run,” Everly states knowingly.I’m equal parts touched and annoyed that she knows me so well.
“She, um…went for a breakfast run, I mean.”Nice save, Max.“I’ll call her to see if she can pick us up some pancakes.”
The two girls cheer, and I hear their feet thump loudly as they take off, leaving the door wide open.Bless their little hearts.
Max wraps the sheet around his waist and pads barefoot over to the door, and I hear the merciful click of a lock before I emerge from my duvet nest of anguish. I flop my hands on the side of the bed and blow a chunk of hair out of my face. “We might need Dr. Josh to make a house call.”
Cassandra is icing her knee at the breakfast table while Everly and Claire hit her with a million questions about how she hurt herself on her breakfast “run.”
“So there was a bird?” Everly asks again.
“Yes.”
“And a dog?” Claire chimes in next.
Cassandra nods gravely. “Yes.”
“And they ran into each other before they ran into you?” Everly looks dubious. I can’t blame her. I think there was a wizard in the story at one point, but Cassandra realized her error in judgment and changed wizard to whizzing. It got really messy after that.
