“Good.” Maya smiles softly, propping her cheek against her fist. “Grandpa’s up on his feet again after the hospital scare.”
Reagan hugs her. “I’m so glad to hear that.”
“What about yours?” Maya asks.
“Can’t complain. I wrote a new song. It’s rough, but I’ll show you later.”
I finish the first two omelets and give them to the girls. Maya’s expression when she takes a bite sends a wave of satisfaction through me.
While I’m cooking my eggs, Reagan points her fork at me. “Maya, you need to keep him. He understands that girls need to eat. Stop bringing home emo bassists who don’t get that cigarettes aren’t a food group.”
Maya covers her face. “Oh my god. Can you not tell him the story about Luke?”
“Who’s this?” I move the pan to the back of the stove to cool, switch off the burner, and take my plate to stand next to Maya on her other side.
“The last guy she was seeing at the beginning of spring semester. Total emo boy with the tortured soul thing going on. He was hot,” Reagan says.
“He was hot,” Maya echoes.
“But the dude didn’t believe that girls needed to eat.” Reagan rolls her eyes. “Took her out to a small show he was playing, but while his band ate pizza backstage, he didn’t bring any out for her or offer her anything.”
Maya groans in annoyance. “God, I was fucking starving. I left before his set to eat since the venue didn’t serve food. Thankfully there was an all-you-can eat wings buffet on thecorner.” She laughs. “When he found me eating my weight in teriyaki wings, he looked so shocked and saidthat’s not a salad.”
She breaks down in giggles, leaning heavily on me.
“He sounds like a complete idiot,” I say. “Do all your ex-boyfriends suck?”
“To be fair, they never made it to the boyfriend-girlfriend stage,” Reagan says.
“To be fair, I only wanted to sleep with him, not marry him,” Maya counters in exasperation. “It wasn’t serious or deep.”
“You can forget about other guys. I’ll take good care of you.” I drop my voice, my words only for her. “In every way you need, baby.”
She bites her lip, her shoulder brushing mine.
“Oh, shoot. I need to leave, like, five minutes ago.” Reagan puts her dishes in the sink and hurries to her room.
Once she’s gone, I trap Maya between my arms for a kiss. She melts against me, mouth opening with a needy sound that goes right to my cock.
“She won’t be long,” she mumbles against my mouth. “When she’s late, she gets ready in about five seconds.”
“Let me make them count, then. One, two…”
A soft sigh escapes her. She tips her head to grant me better access. I pull her hair out of my way, trailing my lips over her skin.
“Three, four…” I count with each grazing kiss.
She shudders, slipping her arms around my waist. “Easton.”
My counting makes it to a little over two minutes before I hear a door open.
“Okay,” Reagan announces pointedly before she emerges from her room.
Maya gasps, pushing me away. I grab a towel to wipe the counter with, gaze burning into her back.
“Thanks for breakfast. I’ve got class and a reserved production studio calling my name. Have fun, bye,” Reagan finishes in a rush, grabbing her bag on her way out.
I stop pretending to wipe down the counter. “Later.”
