Page 58 of Stunner (Whiskey Dolls 3)

I sucked in a lungful of air. “I know.”

“I mean, you might have killed me. Am I dead right now?”

Jesus Christ, but she could be cute. Playing along, I forced my arm up, even though my exhausted muscles protested after being sexed into near atrophy. I found her arm and gave it a sharp pinch.

“Ow!” She yelped, shooting up in bed and twisting at the waist so she could smack me in the chest. “What the hell?”

“Not dead,” I muttered with a shrug.

“You know, just for that, I expect a world-famous homemade Owen Shields breakfast.”

Hell, as far as I was concerned, she could have whatever she wanted. “Fine.” I sat up, snatching her by the back of her neck and yanking her into me so I could feast on her mouth for a bit. “But you have to keep me company while I prepare this world-famous homemade Owen Shields breakfast.”

“I can do that.” She gave me another peck before hopping out of bed and moving to the overnight bag sitting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her to unpack it, along with the rest of her stuff, and just stay withme, but I thought that might have been pushing it. We’d only been dating for a few weeks, and I didn’t want to risk scaring her off.

Forcing myself up, I moved to the dresser and pulled a pair of underwear out of the drawer. I slid them up my legs, tucking my spent dick inside as Asher dressed in the T-shirt and shorts of mine that she’d worn home the very first morning she’d stayed the night here.

She’d taken to wearing my clothes whenever we were hanging around my apartment. It had gotten to the point that she almost had more of my shirts than I did, but I couldn’t have cared less. I loved seeing her in my clothes.

I gave her a smack on the ass as we started out of the bedroom, chuckling when she looked back at me and glared.

“Aw, look at them,” Asher cooed as she stopped in the living room. They’re so cute.” Triumph and Gus were sharing the oversized dog bed in the living room that I bought for sleepovers such as this, and barely bothered to lift their heads to look at us as we passed them, content to snooze a little longer cuddled together.

“I’m glad your dog’s stopped shitting on my floor when I’m trying to cop a feel.”

Asher laughed as she hopped onto the barstool while I rounded the counter into the kitchen to start breakfast.

“He’s learning. I think it’s all that spoiling my mom does. He doesn’t want to risk getting on her bad side.”

“Speaking of spoiling them,” I started as I placed a skillet on the stove and dropped a pat of butter into it, “there’s a new dog park across town. I thought maybe we could pack a picnic lunch and take them over to check it out tomorrow since we’re both off work, make an afternoon of it.”

Her face fell into a pout. “Oh, I wish I could. That sounds amazing, but I promised Hardin I’d go shopping with hertomorrow.” She beamed and scrunched her shoulders to her ears, leaning in like she was telling a secret as she added, “She needs a new dress because she has a date tomorrow night.”

I gave her a flat look. “You know, I really don’t know how I feel about you two getting so close.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Why? Because she’s taking me away from you?”

I pointed my spatula at her and narrowed my eyes. “No, smartass. Because she’s Satan.”

“She’s not that bad,” Asher insisted. “She just likes messing with you. It’s what younger siblings are supposed to do.”

I looked at her in exasperation. “She told my homecoming date I was born with boy and girl parts! You saw the pictures. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get that date in the first damn place? It was another two years before I could get a girl to go anywhere near my waistline!”

She cackled hysterically, nearly falling off her stool. “In her defense,” she wheezed, “she only did that because you shaved her eyebrows off in her sleep the night before class pictures.”

My argument died on my lips, and I grinned at the memory. “That’s right. I did do that.” I flipped the eggs in the pan with a resigned sigh. “All right, fine. You can be friends with my sister. Just don’t do something crazy like end a girls’ night in Tijuana or something. That’s all I ask.”

Asher held up her hands. “Hey, I can’t make any promises. She’s already an honorary Whiskey Doll. The other girls love her, and they’re crazy enough on their own. Add Hardin into the mix and there’s no telling what could happen.”

I shut off the burner and plated the eggs, pulling two pieces of toast from the toaster then taking the stool beside her. “You know, you’re lucky I love you so damn much or you might drive me crazy.” I loved that I got to say that to her openly, but what was more, I loved that she felt the same.

She crunched off the corner of her toast before leaning in to place a kiss on my lips. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I love you too, you know.”

“Believe me, I know.”

We went back to eating our breakfast. I was thinking how this was the best morning I’d ever had when the pounding on my front door burst the happy little bubble we’d been in the past few hours.

“What in the world?” Asher asked as Gus and Triumph both went on high alert. “Are you expecting someone?”

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