AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I feel so happy just seeing him, but my heart has doubts.
Last night was incredible, but it feels even crazier now that I’ve slept on it. Milo doesn’t strike me as a man willing to share his woman, but… I guess I’m not his woman right now.
Am I?
I don’t know.
Probably not, but I don’t let it get me down. It’s my own fault, and he said everything I had before was just on pause, so I believe we’ll get to the end together somehow. If he wants to play with me in the meantime, he’s more than welcome to.
“Good morning, boys,” I say cheerfully.
Milo looks up and I feel his gaze first, of course. Contentment flickers through his ice-blue gaze as he watches me walk through his kitchen. “Good morning.”
“Hey, Kennedy,” Jet says, but he doesn’t look away from his screen.
Finally, my gaze hits Jonathan. There’s no malice in his tone, but he uses my nickname for the first time since all the shit hit the fan. “Our little stray is looking content this morning. Must’ve had a good night’s sleep,” he says with a wink.
Blushing, I roll my eyes at him and turn around to check the sink. No dishes, nothing on the counter. “Did you guys have breakfast yet?”
“We were waiting for our favorite cook,” Jonathan informs me.
“I thought I was your favorite cook,” Milo says lightly.
“Nah, it’s more fun to watch this one bend over.”
“Oh my god, why are you the worst?” I ask, but it feels like the first bit of normalcy in a million years, and I’m grateful for it.
He points at a bottom cabinet. “Pans are down there. Make me some French toast.”
I roll my eyes, but I don’t have a problem cooking for them—especially with Milo letting me live here and not expecting anything in return. “Would you like anything with it?”
“Fruit. Bacon. Make me a feast; I’m a hungry man.”
He sure is.
The thought flits through my mind and turns my cheeks redder recalling the two times he’s gone down on me, the ravenous way he still eats my pussy even as I’m crying out and coming on his face.
I feel a little hot and a smidge guilty, so I walk over and get close to Milo. “You want French toast?”
He nods. “Sure. You want some help?”
I smile and shake my head. “It’s okay. I got it. Let me serve you,” I add a touch playfully, but it’s barely playful. I’m feeling insecure with Jonathan’s casual flirting, and I need to know if he has an issue with it now that things have actually been physical between us.
Can I have a kiss?
I stop short of asking, too unsure if he’d say yes or if that’s a thing I’m even allowed to ask for. I’m still not altogether sure where we stand.
He seems to sense my need, though. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in close, meeting my gaze and then softly kissing my lips. I’m too needy to be satisfied with softness right now, so I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, thrilling when his grip on my waist tightens and he yanks me against him.
My heart pounds when I pull back and he cups my face in his hand, giving me a little smile to reassure me. I can’t stop wanting to make everything up to him, so I impulsively turn my head and give his hand a little kiss, too.
Once I’m reassured, I go back to the counter and begin making breakfast.
While I’m dipping bread into the egg mixture, Milo asks, “Do you feel up to an outing today?”
I glance back at him over my shoulder. “An outing?”
He nods, glancing up from his phone screen. “We need to get you a new cell phone before you go back to school. If you’re not up to it, I can go myself, but I thought you might enjoy getting out of the house for a bit. Plus, this way you can pick out your own phone case. We should get a set of keys made for you, too.” Belatedly, he realizes he hasn’t told the boys about that, so he glances over at them. “Kennedy is moving in, by the way.”
