Page 10 of His Autumn Darling
“All yours.” Autumn plops a kiss on my cheek and slaps my ass before sending me to the bathroom while she dresses.
By the time we both enter the kitchen, Trixie is sitting at the table. Coffee, breakfast, and paper in front of her, she gives us a wide-eyed stare.
“Would you look at that, you are alive!” Autumn blushes from being teased. “When she said you were good with your tongue, I had no idea I wouldn’t see her for two days.”
Autumn buries her face into my back while shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” I hear her mutter, but I’m not insulted. I’m glad she enjoys what I do to her body, because I for damn sure enjoy hers.
“We’re going for breakfast, care to join us?” Raising a brow at my offer, I hope she picks up on the clue that my invitation is for help with convincing Autumn to accept the ring.
“Sure…?” She hops up and heads to her room.
Bringing Autumn around to my front side, she presses her whole body into me, hardening my dick and causing me to nearly forget what we’re about to do and why we need a break.
Leaning down, I brush my lips across hers until she pushes into my mouth more firmly. Her soft moans are like music to my ears.
“Oh, good gravy! You guys are like rabbits.” Trixie’s amused voice pulls us apart, but just barely. “Let’s go before you guys disappear for days again.”
“It wasn’t that long.” Autumn crosses her arms, smirking.
“He came over Friday; it’s Monday now, Auts.”
My woman’s eyes widen as she looks at me. Shrugging, I have no complaints.
“Maybe we should go,” Autumn suggests, moving towards the door. “I’m starving.”
Trixie snickers as she follows. “Gee, I wonder why.”
“Would you shut up already, Trix?”
Listening to the sisters bicker and tease each other on the way to the diner gives me that sense of hope that Autumn really is alright and healing.
After we’re seated and brought coffee all around, Autumn struggles choosing between three meals, so when the server arrives to take our order, I ask for one of everything on the single order breakfast menu. I realize it’s a lot of food, and from the looks I’m getting, they all think the same.
“Like you said, Trix, we were locked up all weekend. I don’t know about Autumn, but I need more than just a small plate of food.” Picking up my cup, I gulp down the hot brew as Autumn leans into me.
“Thank you, Law.” The featherlight touch of her lips on my cheek is enough to set my dick on standby yet again. This fucker isn’t going down anytime soon, and the only thing on my mind now is how quickly I can get my woman horizontal again.
“If I weren’t so happy to have my best friend back, I’d be disgusted by how horny you guys are for each other.” Trixie’s finger wags between us as the diners behind her turn to look around.
“Oh my god, Trix, would you shut up already!” Autumn’s hiss comes off both amused and horrified.
Wrapping an arm across her shoulders, I pull her close and kiss the top of her head, and say, “She’s not wrong,” with my own chuckle, earning me a jab to the ribs.
As food begins to arrive—piles of scrambled eggs, pancakes, French toast, and breakfast meats—both girls' eyes widen with glee. We’re each handed an empty plate, our coffees are topped up, and we’re left to eat more food than any three people logically should.
Watching the girls eat, laugh, and fight over the last piece of bacon reminds me that sometimes family can help heal all wounds. It’s not the way I grew up. It was always just War and me running the streets when we weren’t locked up in one group home or another.
War was abandoned as a baby, while my folks died before I was ten. We met and became inseparable at my third foster home when I was twelve, getting lucky with a caseworker who deemed us more like siblings than strangers and always did what he could to keep us together.
At fourteen, we were briefly separated until I got caught stealing a candy bar and was sent to my first group home. War was there already for a similar reason, and it’s where they kept us. From the streets of Florida to the Special Forces throughout war-torn countries, we’ve always had each other’s backs.
“So where is it we’re going next?” Trixie pushes her plate away and spears me with a look.
My lips quirk up in a half-smirk because Autumn is about to fight me. “Jewelry store.”
“Now wait a minute, I told you I don’t need a ring.” Autumn spears me with daggers that I ignore.
“The man wants to claim you; let him,” Trix tells her.
