“No!” She laughs behind the hand she presses over her mouth.
“But I’m kind of into the idea now,” I tease, wiggling my hips to get my cock deeper.
“Liar,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “Get your butt up. You promised me food.”
I give her a sulking pout but roll up. She follows to a sitting position and we both glance over at the man who managed to sleep through all of that. My gaze travels down to the tent beneath the sheets.
“I think you should help put your brother in a good mood.”
Isla frowns. “He’s sleeping.”
“So?”
With a kiss to her nose, I roll off the bed and head in the direction of the door. I pause briefly on the threshold to glance back, expecting Isla to still be sitting there, but my good girl hasnudged the sheets down off Nick and she has his thick, morning wood gripped between her fingers.
Nick groans, but stays asleep as she gives him a few long, languid strokes. He remains blissfully lost in his slumber... until she lowers her face and plants a gentle kiss to the cap.
My... our boyfriend shifts. His fingers fist into the sheets. But Isla is pushing onto her knees. Her expression is one of determination as she sits up and straddles his waist.
I walk out on Nick’s groggy snarl of “Fuck!” and wander into the bathroom.
My shower is quick. I swaddle my hips with a towel, not wanting to interrupt the violent slam of the headboard cracking against the wall, Isla’s wails of raw pleasure as Nick fucks her.
It’s better they keep each other preoccupied anyway. I have shit I need to take care of and it’s easier to do without having to explain myself.
Careful not to be too loud, I pluck my phone off the counter and call a friend.
Alwin Jepson picks up on the third ring. The clang of pots and a child screaming in the background greets me before his gruff timbre.
“There you are, you ass. Your niece is driving me nuts.”
My lips pull into a grin as I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder. The damn thing is a block of ice, but I ignore it and reach for a pan. It hits the stove top.
“What does the most perfect child in the world want?”
Alwin scoffs. “Perfect pain in the ass.”
I feign outrage, knowing with all the certainty in the world that that little girl has the six feet of Marine vet wrapped around her two-year-old finger.
“I beg your pardon. I’m pretty sure you’re the problem.”
Alwin chuckles. “Probably. She’s been asking about you for a week straight.”
Lilit, my and Nick’s goddaughter, is the cause of our baby fever. Tiny with the roundest, pinkest cheeks and biggest blue eyes. And the way she lights up when she sees us and has to show us every toy in her room holds a special place in our hearts.
“We’re going to be by next week, as promised. We... uh... we might have someone for you guys to meet.”
In true Alwin fashion, he doesn’t miss a beat. “A friend for Lilit, I hope.”
I laugh. “Maybe.” The bottles along the fridge door rattle when I yank it open. “Actually, I’m calling for a favor.”
All humor vanishes from the other man’s voice. “Yeah, what you need?”
The faint whine of Isla begging Nick not to stop assures me I have a few more minutes.
“I need you to look into someone for me. Make their life... difficult. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Alwin is quiet a for long moment while I break eggs into the pan.
