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He bites his lips. “Hot,” he mutters again, eyes drifting lazily down my body.

I snicker. “I think I broke ya.”

“Mhm. Break me anytime.”

Chuckling, I rub my hand up Harrison’s arm. “You should drink some water before bed. Don’t want you to cramp.”

He hums his assent just as a scratch sounds against the door. Harrison looks that way before huffing. “Tigger probably needs to go out.”

“Poor girl,” I say, hopping out of bed. “Left all alone while her daddies played.”

Harrison’s laugh sounds at my back as I toss a robe around my body and head out the door. Tigger, as expected, is waiting just on the other side, and she hops up, tail wagging furiously.

“Heya, girl. Let’s get you sorted.”

Tigger does her business quickly in the backyard, and then the two of us head back upstairs to the bedroom. Harrison is in the en suite when we arrive, washing the cum off his stomach—which makes my stomach somersault—and then he joins us on the bed. I guess with Winnie gone, Tigger is choosing to grace us with her presence. I give her a good pat.

Harrison doesn’t hesitate to curl up against me, head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around him as his hand traces patterns over my chest. “So…” he says.

“What is it?” I ask.

His eyebrow hitches. “We have all night?”

I bark a laugh, sliding my hand down to Harrison’s ass. “Got plans, stud?”

“Yeah, Sammy,” he breathes out. “I have a lot of plans where you’re concerned.”

Well, shit. I like the sound of that a lot.

Chapter 27

Harrison

Light is streaming through the window when I wake, and it’s such an unusual occurrence, I snap to consciousness immediately. It only takes me a moment to remember last night and the fact that Winnie isn’t home yet.

My body relaxes right away, but the disturbance must have been enough to wake Sam because he shifts against me, humming slightly as he wakes up. One eye blinks open, the other staying shut, and a slow smile spreads over his face.

“Mornin’.”

My heart does a little flop. “Morning, Sam.”

He rumbles as he stretches, his foot nudging Tigger, whose head perks. “Needa go out, girl?”

Tigger jumps down from the bed, doing a dance at the door, and Sam chuckles. He kisses my forehead before easing out from under the sheets. My eyes drop straight to his bare ass as he stops to pull on a pair of pants, and my sigh is more than a little wistful.

Sam shoots me a wink as he leaves the room, and I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as my mind turns over everything that’s happened in the past day. Week. Couple of months, even.

A smile spreads slowly across my face, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel…excited. Excited and hopeful and curious about what the future has in store.

When Sam returns, I’m just leaving the bathroom. His head swings from the empty bed to where I’m standing in the doorway, and his grin widens, even as his hands stay behind his back.

My cock kicks beneath my sweats because the last time Sam was hiding something behind his back, I got the dicking of a lifetime. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll never look at rope—or calf roping—the same way again.

But Sam produces a small plastic clamshell bakery box from behind his body and holds it out my way.

“Is that…cake?” I ask in surprise.

Sam nods, meeting me at the bed. He motions for me to hop up, so I do, seating myself at the headboard as Sam settles next to me. Carefully, he flips the lid open and hands over the cake, followed by a fork.

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