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Her voice is quiet when she speaks again, “He’s all I have left.”
She doesn’t have to say it. Rogue is all I have left too. The three of us are a broken little family, and I’ve already betrayed him in the worst possible way.
9
ACE
The shrill beepof a loud alarm has me on my feet before I’m even fully awake. The smell of smoke hits my nostrils as I’m pulling on my sweatpants. It takes me a split second to get my bearings, to remember that I’m in my bedroom. And there’s smoke.Fuck, why is there smoke?
Flinging open the bedroom door, I race toward the sound only to find Mackenzie in the kitchen. She’s holding the fire alarm in one hand and looking sheepishly at me.
I take in the charred pancake on the stove and scowl at her.
I march across the kitchen, snatch the fire alarm, and replace it on the wall with a few clicks. Then I’m over at the stove. I quickly scrape out the burned pancake into the trash and reach for the box of batter. “You could have burned the whole place down.”
How she managed to mess up a pancake mix that only calls for water, I’ll never know. I mix fresh batter and pour some into a pan, pointing at her with the spatula, “Sit.”
She does as I said without sassing me, and I turn to glance at her over my shoulder. She’s sitting there with her hands clasped together, and her lower lip out. She looks like a kid at the principal’s office. If she hadn’t scared the hell out of me, I’d almost find this amusing.
“What the fuck were you doing?” I demand. “You don’t even like breakfast.”
I’ve spent the last six weeks watching her every move. It’s taught me a lot about her. She doesn’t usually eat her first meal of the day until around noon. Hell, she doesn’t even have a cup of coffee before then.
“I thought…” She blows out a breath and looks away.
I flip the pancake, and that’s when it hits me. Me. I’m the breakfast eater.
Suddenly, I wish I hadn’t stormed in here like that. Yeah, she scared the hell out of me, but I could have been a little bit gentler. A little more human. “There are other things you could’ve woken me up with, sweetheart.”
“Just wanted to do something nice for you,” she mutters. Her words warm me, and I rub at my chest. I’m not sure why it hurts in there. I want to take care of Mackenzie, not the other way around.
“You’re a menace with a spatula,” I growl. “You could have burned the whole place down.”
“You mentioned that already.” For the first time since I came in here, she smiles. I think she understands now. She scared me. I smelled smoke, and I reacted.
“But I’m great with the power drill.”
I turn off the stove and stalk across the room, putting a hand on the back of her chair and caging her in. As I crowd her space, her eyes dilate and her breathing catches. “And you look so damn sexy with it.”
She blushes under my praise.
I lean down and fuse our lips together. I thought it was a trick of the night, but no, she tastes as sweet this morning.
She moans into my mouth, and I reach for the t-shirt of mine she’s wearing. With a flick of my fingers, buttons skitter in every direction. “There’s something else I want to taste for breakfast.”
I was so obsessed with her last night, so desperate to get in her that I didn’t get a taste of her. “I’m craving your sweet pussy juices on my tongue.”
She calls my name when I pick her up and set her on the edge of the table.
I lay her out and open the shirt like I’m unwrapping a gift. She’s not wearing panties, and damn if that doesn’t make me harder.
When she tries to close her legs, I scowl at her. That’s all it takes for her to slowly part them again. “You’re beautiful. Fucking beautiful, and you don’t ever hide this pussy from me.”
With that, I drop to my knees on the floor and position her legs on my shoulders. Without waiting for her response, I dive in and lick her hot seam.
She’s warm against my face, already trying to wiggle away from me. I press my arm across her waist, pinning her hips down. She tastes so good. It’s unbelievable. It’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of her.
She’s panting, begging for release. Her juices are in my beard and dripping down my face. I don’t care. I want more of it. I want all of her. I’m a greedy bastard because I want all of her juices, and I won’t ever share her.
