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Snickering, I nod, closing the door behind me.
Our shower led to a really hot makeout session. Maybe I’ll go for things I want more often like this.
* * *
It’s closerto nine in the morning, when I crawl into bed with Lennon to wake her up. The guys are already downstairs making breakfast, and I need to check in about what she wants to happen with Elaine.
“Lennon,” I say softly, wrapping my arms around a very warm and still naked girl who is buried under the blankets.
“Hmm?” she says softly, turning her face to yawn into the pillows.
God, even that’s adorable.
“I need to talk to you, baby,” I tell her, chuckling.
Lennon turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my waist to snuggle.
“Talk, O,” she murmurs, her eyes already closing again.
“I need you to look at me for that,” I smirk.
“Lenny is going to need caffeine for that,” Roark chuckles, coming in with coffee and a plate of cinnamon rolls. “Wake the fook up, baby girl,” he coos, and my lips twitch.
“I will, but because I smell food and coffee,” Lennon mumbles, releasing me to sit up.
My lips part as her breasts pop out from the top of the sheet.
“Are you going to be able to talk to her with her tits out?” Roark chuckles as he hands Lennon the cup.
I watch as she takes a sip, her happy sighs causing her breasts to bounce a little.
Fuck… he may be right.
Roark walks over to the closet, grabbing a long-sleeved shirt.
“I’ve been staring at this gorgeous girl for the last ten years,” he says, jutting his chin at Lennon. She hands me her cup and obediently raises her arms for him to put the shirt on.
Lennon O’Reilly gave in way too easily.
“Good girl,” Roark growls, and I even find I have goosebumps when he kisses her forehead. “Be good, kids.”
He saunters out of the room, chuckling. Lennon grabs a cinnamon roll, taking a bite as she yells, “Thank you, Daddy.”
She’s greeted with a snort as he walks around the corner.
Grinning around her bite of breakfast, she chews and swallows.
“Mmm. Ror’s rolls are seriously amazing,” she moans, thrusting it in my face. “Bite?”
I don’t know why, but I get an image of what Lennon would have been like as a kid, if her parents were good people who cared.
It leads me to think about kids with her, and my forehead furrows, even as I open my mouth and take a bite.Oh my god.
“Fuck, that man makes a mean cinnamon roll,” I groan, chewing.
Nodding, she takes her coffee mug from me.
Leaning back, I pile up her pillows so she’ll have a comfortable place to lay while she enjoys her breakfast.
