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My dick goes hard at the shape of her peach-shaped ass. Too many women in my house and too few hours between them and the trauma they endured last night for me to have what I want.
As if reading my mind, she looks over her shoulder at me and gives me a once-over. She’s about to take a step back in my direction when I hear female whispers down the hall.
“I’ll get on both when this is done. Jessie and Vivi are up,” I tell her.
She turns and heads that way. I talk my morning wood down, throw on a pair of trackpants and head downstairs to make coffee. My mother also dropped off two of her breakfast bakes last night, ready to go in the oven, so I turn it on and pull two packs of bacon from the fridge.
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“Lord, have mercy,” I hear.
I look over my shoulder from where I stand, frying bacon at the stove and see two sleepy-looking Young sisters approach and both of them are looking at me like I’m a slab of cake and they’re half-starved.
“Eyes off my man meat,” my mate commands, coming in and giving them both ass slaps as she passes them.
“What a wakeup call,” Ronnie says. “The smell of coffee, bacon, and that sight? How do I get me one of these?”
“Wish upon some stars, cast a spell, fall off a cliff into nothing before you suffer for seven years,” Rikki says, opening a cupboard and pulling out three cans of cat food. “And wish for it several years in a row over your birthday candles.”
I smile at my mate’s back.
I don’t know when cat food got integrated into my kitchen, but there are now three cats circling my mate’s ankles.
“Canned this morning, my babies,” she coos, reaching into the next cupboard for a stack of bowls. “I’ll make you the good stuff soon.” She kisses my shoulder before passing me to get a spoon out.
“Good stuff?” I ask.
“I make cat food from scratch and freeze it once a month,” she says.
I look at the three overweight cats who are waiting for their breakfast and shake my head with a smirk.
The black and white female hisses at me. Then the tabby hisses. The male cat meows at my mate.
“Be nice, girls,” my mate says. “Riley’s your daddy now, so you better get used to it.”
My lip curls.
She smiles at me. “Cat daddy,” and then she cackles with glee. “Maybe that’ll stick instead of pooky.”
“Unless you want your ass bared and spanked right here in front of your sisters, you best watch your p’s and q’s little witch,” I warn.
She smiles.
I look to the sisters who are crowded around my island, smiling wide.
“Help yourselves to coffees, ladies. Rik, I already poured you one.” I gesture with my chin.
My mate rises on her tiptoes and puckers, so I plant a kiss on her mouth. “Thanks, Mr. Wolf,” she whispers.
I tug on her hair band to get it out of the ponytail she put it in.
“Why do you keep doing that?” she mutters.
“Pretty corkscrew curls like that deserve to be free.”
She rolls her eyes.
“All good with your aunt?” I ask.
“So it seems. No change.”
The blonde sister appears. “Mornin’. Oh my.” She’s also blatantly staring at my naked upper body.
“My eyes are up here,” I tell her, pointing to my face with the bacon tongs.
“Might wanna wear a shirt if you don’t wanna be objectified, there lover,” Rikki says with an eyebrow wiggle as she dumps cat food into a bowl.
Ronnie reaches up beside me for coffee mugs while blatantly staring at me. “Sorry, Erica, but he made coffee and he’s cooking bacon. Plus he looks like that? The shirt won’t take the hot factor down, so he might as well forget about the shirt. So he should probably just go shirtless all the time.”
“Good idea!” the now entering and smiling Vivica says.
All five are in my kitchen, all are checking me out.
I hear a hiss. I look down. The other female cat is putting her two cents in. “Bullshit,” I tell the cat. “You were sleepin’ on her who was on me last night so don’t keep pretendin’ that you don’t dig me, too.”
“Oscar is a cuddler,” Rikki says.
“Yeah, he was sleepin’ on my neck,” I mutter.
Rikki smiles at me. “Petunia is bitchy by day, snuggly by night. Penny is shy and sweet and hisses only when Petunia hisses first. She doesn’t mean it. If you pet her after a hiss, she’ll just melt. Try it.”
“I’ll pass,” I mutter.
“Lucinda sent me a text message,” Vivica announces. “It’s safe to pull the dagger out of Aunt Mimi, so I called Grey and told him. He’s coming over. Can I get some java? One for Auntie too? Then shall we?”
I answer. “Help yourself. Make yourselves at home, sisters-in-law,” I invite. “Breakfast’ll be ready in ten minutes and then we’ll head over to the town hall for nine, yeah?”
