Half an hour later, he was headed back upstairs with a tray with two plates, coffee, and orange juice.
He set the tray down and slid onto the bed where Sorcha still slept. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her forehead. “Sorcha, Angel, time to wake up. Breakfast Is ready,” he said, gently shaking her.
“Mm. Did you say breakfast?” she mumbled and opened her eyes.
“I did. So up you go,” he told her.
Sorcha sat up and fluffed pillows behind herself and Zaine set the tray on her lap.
“There are only two plates here,” she said.
“Mine is still downstairs, it wouldn't fit on the tray. I'll be right back with it,” he told her and leaned in to kiss her. “Fuck, I love being able to do that,” he added and left to go get his plate.
When he returned he cocked a brow. “Why aren't you eating?” he asked.
“We're waiting for you,” she replied. She patted the bed next to her and he sat with his plate.
“Dig in,” he told them, and they all turned their attention to their food.
“Oh, these eggs are yummy,” Sorcha said. “I taste thyme, am I right?”
“That you are, Angel. The pancakes are vanilla cinnamon,” he told her.
“Oh, yum.” She took a bite and moaned.
“Damn, woman. You make even eating breakfast sexy,” Finley said, watching her.
“I was thinking the same damn thing,” Zaine said, taking a bite of his pancakes. He watched Sorcha blush at their commentary.
“You're adorable when you blush,” he said and kissed her cheek.
“I don't blush,” Sorcha countered.
“Bullshit, you don't. You just did,” he told her.
“Fine, you made me blush. Happy?” she grumbled.
Zaine chuckled. “So testy in the morning.”
“Hey, I haven't had my first cup of coffee yet,” she replied.
“You're just fun to tease, Angel,” Zaine told her.
They settled in to enjoy breakfast after that. When she was finished, Sorcha stretched and moved the tray to crawl out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Finley asked her.
“Nature calls,” she replied. She kissed one, then the other, and left the bed.
“That's a gorgeous view,” Zaine growled as she sashayed naked across the bedroom.
Sorcha wiggled her ass and both men groaned. Her laughter followed her into the en suite bathroom.
“She's a minx. She'll be keeping us on our toes,” Zaine said.
“Wouldn't want her any other way,” Finley replied.
“What are your plans for today?” Zaine asked.
