Page 16 of Spook’s Honor

“I don’t know.” I shrug, “It just is.”

“Hungry,” Reed interrupts our playful argument. I drain my coffee, and hand my empty mug to Spook before turning to Reed. “Me too. Pancakes?”

“Yeth,” he nods and scurries to the side of the bed. I laugh when Mason joins him. They hurry to the door and turn to wait. “Come,” Mason demands, making grabby hands at me.

“Your sons are very bossy,” I inform Spook, throwing the covers aside as I get out of bed. “I wonder where they get it from.” I smirk at him, loving the way his eyes heat when he runs them over me.

I’m well covered in a pink, silk, long sleeved top and matching pyjama bottoms, but from the way he inhales, then groans you’d have thought I was wearing the skimpiest lingerie. I snatch my robe up and swing it over my shoulders, belting it at my waist. I walk towards the door turning when I get to the opening, I look back at the gorgeous bare-chested, muscled man with sleep tousled hair and glasses still sitting on my bed. Yum. Hot nerd.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you see what’s under this tonight,” I wink, then laugh when he curses and adjusts his cock, before I follow the boys to the kitchen.

Game on.

I can’t wait for tonight. But first, breakfast, then fun with the youngest Bennets, before they go to their Uncle Maverick’s for the evening. Then hopefully, some adult fun with their dad.

A little shiver of excitement runs through me. Oh, yeah today is going to be a good day.

CHAPTER 6

SPOOK

Iwatch Honor’s ass disappear around the doorway and shake my head. She is going to be the death of me.

This last week has been hell. I’m not sure I jacked off this much when I was a teenager. Knowing she is in my house, in my guest bed, had me harder than rock. And I’d endured plenty of shit from the brothers about my dick entering the room before I did.

I’d promised a week, she’d taken it, and made good use of it. She spent time with Axle and Angel, at the garden centre, but most of her time was spent with my boys.

The bond she’d started first with Mason, then with Reed that first day, had only grown the more time she spent with them. If it had been anyone else, I’d have wondered if she was using them to get to me. Not Honor though, she was an open book.

It worried me, her softness, and how she would take to living an outlaw life. I wasn’t going to give her up though. I’d cushion her as much as I could, and I knew my brothers would too. It’s why I loved the brotherhood. They had your back no matter what.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the way my heart stuttered in my chest, or the warmth that filled me when the boys had disappeared the first morning, she was with us. I’d gone looking for them, and found them snuggled up in bed with her.

After that first morning, I didn’t even try to stop them from waking her up.

If I was honest with myself, I loved the way we started our days, and I could imagine doing this for as long as we could; until the boys got too old to want to do it. I imagined more kids. Little girls with her blonde hair, beautiful eyes, and sweetness.

Was a week too soon to be having thoughts like this?

Who the fuck knew?

I’d never lived by anyone’s rules but my own, and I wasn’t about to start now. None of those closest to us had problems with it. If anything, Maverick and Axle were all for it, and if Axle was on board, then Roman would be too.

Jesus Christ, I’d known it that first day. The first time I’d seen her, I was fucked.

I was done fighting it. I’d given her a week. Tonight, she was mine.

Laughter and little boy chatter break through my thoughts. Shaking my head, I gather up the cups and tray, walk out of Honor’s room, and into the kitchen.

As usual, it is mayhem, and a mess because Honor has no problem letting the boys help. It is also filled with little boy giggles and soft feminine laughter. Something I’d never had as a kid. But it was something I was bloody happy my boys did.

Instead of complaining or getting annoyed about the mess, which would have definitely happened in my house growing up, I went along behind them and filled the dishwasher and wiped down the counters.

By the time we sit at the table with fluffy pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit, and fresh mugs of coffee for Honor and me, the kitchen is mostly back to normal, but the happiness and laughter linger .

“You okay, honey? You’re quiet this morning.” At Honor’s softly spoken question, I looked up from my breakfast.

Seeing the concern in her gaze, I smile. “Yeah, baby. Just thinking that this is perfect.”