Everything showers were the worst. I hated them with a fucking passion. It was akin to fat girl yoga in the middle of a goddamn marathon, and who the hell stopped to do yoga in the middle of a fucking marathon? I stretched myself into angles I hadn’t achieved in ages. Usually, I just let the backs of my thighs be hairy. Not today, though.
Brutus deserved every single ounce of his efforts poured back into him.
I wasn’t sure what was sweat and what was water by the time I got out of the shower. I ran leave-in conditioner through my hair that I hadn’t even opened yet. Thank fuck shit like that didn’t have expiration dates on it.
I probably had this goddamn thing for two damn years.
I scrunched my hair and washed my face. Brushing my teeth was a fiasco because I damn near gagged myself in the mornings every single time I did it. Tears poured from my eyes and snot dripped from my nose by the time I was done, but it was done.
“Now for breakfast,” I muttered to myself.
After slipping into one of my nicer sundresses since it was growing chilly outside and I’d soon have to switch over to my jeans and sweatshirts, I made my way into the kitchen. There wasn’t a man in sight, which meant they were most likely still in that church meeting. Hopefully, my brother didn’t wring Bee’s neck yet.
I wanted at least one more ride on that dick of his.
I had peace and quiet in my kitchen for the first time in what felt like ages. I moved around like a seasoned professional, if I said so myself. I was a routine gal, and to be honest, it was hard having a house full of people for so long. But King and the guys knew my place inside and out. They’d be able to defend this place at the drop of a hat.
I just hoped it didn’t come to that.
After scrambling some eggs and frying up some bacon, I decided to make butterswim biscuits along with some gravy with the bacon grease and leftover sausage in the fridge. I decided to chop up some melon, just so the entire breakfast wasn’t a complete gut bomb. And then, I poured two heaping mugs of coffee.
“Please be over soon,” I muttered as I balanced the massive tray filled with food for both me and the big guy.
Hopefully, their church meeting didn’t last much longer.
Somehow I balanced everything long enough to get it back to my room. I didn’t really have a table in my room, but I did have a couple of chairs and larger bedside tables than normal. I shimmied one of them out from against the wall before placing the two chairs on either side of it. And just as I settled the tray on top of the bedside table so that we’d have somewhere to eat, my bedroom door burst open.
There he stood. In all his glory. Mountainous in form, hunched over to get through the doorway before he rose to his full height.
I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face. “Morning.”
His gaze bounced from me to the food. Me and the food. Me. Food. Me. Food. Then ultimately, back to me.
“I don’t know what’s better to focus on.”
I giggled as I held out my hand to his chair. “Come. Sit. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
He reached out and closed my bedroom door behind him. “I hoped to get back before you woke up.”
I winked at him. “No such luck, I’m afraid.”
“I’m sorry I have to keep leaving.”
I shook my head as we sat together. “No apologies necessary.”
“Yes, apologies,” he said as he reached for his mug of coffee, “I should be?—”
“Tell me what you can from the meeting,” I said, quickly changing the subject.
I didn’t want our morning to be filled with negativity and regrets.
I wanted to enjoy his presence.
His eyes danced between mine before he swallowed his coffee. “You know I can’t say much.”
I shrugged and picked up my fork. “Tell me what you can. What are the other guys telling their girls?”
He snickered. “Probably everything.”
