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“Yes, Foxy?” I repeat myself.
“Well, pancakes are delicious, but it’s really the idea of pancakes that makes them wonderful. It’s like a celebration that you have a long morning to spend together.”
“I want that, you know.” I look her right in the eye. “I want to spend my life with someone who looks forward to having themorning off with me. And if I ever have kids, I’m going to make damn sure they wake up to the smell of blueberry pancakes.”
She swallows hard. “That sounds nice.” Her voice is smaller now, afraid. What is she so goddamn afraid of? That it could be her? Is that such a scary thought? We spend as much time as people can spend together, and it works. It works so damn well. And now the way our bodies work together… It just makes sense.
“But?” I encourage her to say more.
“Well, I was lucky, I guess. I grew up with pancake mornings when it was possible. But sometimes it wasn’t that we lacked time, but money. There were six mouths to feed. There were plenty of times I didn’t eat breakfast at all, so I could make sure the littlest ones ate.”
“Can’t you have both? Money and love?” Ben interjects from the table. “Is that so impossible?”
I know what we’re talking about now goes so far beyond pancake mornings.
“I’d like to think so,” she turns to Graham and Ben. “But I don’t know. It seems like none of us in this room have had both.” She flips the pancake off the pan and I go to make the next one, pouring the batter into the sizzling butter.
“But I’ve worked my whole life to get the part that I didn’t have,” she continues. “The money part is what I’ve always felt like I’ve had to prove. And now I’m taking the biggest risk of my life. It was crazy of me to leave my job on Wall Street to pursue my dreams. My family doesn’t pursuedreams. We pursue stability. If I fail, all my savings are gone. And I’ve had to help my parents out with a lot of unexpected medical bills. They have no one else but me when things go wrong. And I have no one. So yeah, my only focus right now is the money part.”
“You have us,” I offer. “If you need anything, you can come to us.”
She has a sad smile on her face when she turns back to me. “Deacon, that’s so nice. But you know I never would in a million years. This is something I need to do on my own.”
She sighs. “I guess this is all to say that one day, I’m going to need the reminder to take a step back and enjoy a pancake morning. And I hope by that time, it’s not too late. But right now, all I can think about is how to make sure I can afford the ingredients for the rest of my damn life while somehow being one of those unicorns who likes what they work on.”
“Hence our expiration date,” Graham says dryly, clearly hating the thing as much as I do.
“Well, yeah. But I want pancake mornings in my future.” She says pleadingly, “I want it all. Am I the greediest person on earth?”
“You’re very good at being greedy.” I get behind her and pull her into me. “We’ve established that already.”
“Mm,” she throws her head back against my chest.
“And since we’re working on a deadline,” I kiss down her neck. “You’re going to get really good at being stuffed over and over again and still asking for more. You’ll get even more greedy.” I press my erection into her lower back.
Her lips part as she inhales sharply. “And you?” She whispers. “What are you greedy for?”
What I don’t admit is that I’m greedy, just like her. But what I want would scare the hell out of her. I want to take over our family company with my brothers just like I want to take over her with them. I want her mind, her heart, her pussy. I want to wake up to her, go to sleep next to her, and I want to conquer the damn world with her.
But right now, she’s only giving me absolute claim over one part of her. And I’ll fucking take it.
I lift her up on the kitchen counter and wrap her legs around me then slip my fingers into the part of her that she has no problem giving to me. She’s wet and ready for me, as always.
I pulse my fingers inside her and finally answer. “This. I’m greedy for this.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Emily
“Happy Expiration Date Day,” I smile nervously as Graham, Deacon, and Ben grumble in my bed. It’s always hilarious when they sleep over here because even though I have a big bed, we don’t fit at all. But I like it because then I get to cuddle with all three of them instead of them going to their separate beds when we’re at their apartment. I know they secretly like it too.
I place a tray of coffee and bagels on the bench at the foot of my bed. I watch as they slowly wake up and I attempt to burn this image into my brain before it’s gone forever, their three muscled bodies flexing and stretching in my little room, waking up from a deep post-orgasmic night’s sleep.
Deacon sits up to look around and then at me. “What’s happy about breaking up and being woken up at the same time?” He grumbles.
“Well, technically, it’s not a break-up because we’re not dating.” I try to keep smiling, even if I’m not really feeling like it.
“Are you gaslighting me right now, Foxy?” He says, grabbing a bagel and tearing it open. “At least you feed your sex slaves.”
