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I nod at Harry, grab Mia’s hand, and feel the instant rigid response as we leave the room. The moment we are out in the hall, she pulls from my grip and whirls at me. "I had it handled!"
The green sparks, little fireworks letting me know that she’s angry. I laugh. "Angry looks fucking sexy on you.”
She scoffs. “It’s not sexy!”
I step closer to her and see the shift in her eyes. The caution, a different kind of spark now. “No one messes with what's mine."
“Yours?” She smirks as she lifts her face in a playful manner. "I guess I should thank you then..." she murmurs. Her petite body moves up against me and my dick goes on full alert. I dip my head, meeting her eyes.
The body punch isn’t expected.
Fuck.
I wheeze, a little for effect, but she’s packed a punch.
“I can handle myself, Austin,” she hisses.
“I’d like to handle all of you,” I tease.
Something flashes in the green and then she smirks. “You’re missing drills, and I have plans.” She steps back and struts away. The teal sweater covering her ass. Damn, that’s a real shame.
I grin. It looks to the gawkers that she’s just handed me my ass, but she’s melting, and I’m building up quite a thirst.
I’d wanted to text Avery to find out where Mia has disappeared to, but I don’t want to appear pussy whipped already, so I’m playing COD. The buzzer makes me jump, right in the middle of killing someone, which means that I’m dead now. I look over at Kit who shrugs, like it’s not his job to answer the door. Lucas is already rushing over there. Does the dude know something I don’t? Before I can ask, he’s opened the door and Avery saunters in first, followed by the girl crew, and Mia rocking up last.
She looks like she’s chewing rocks. I hide my smirk because I like my dick where it is.
“What are you doing here?” Kit asks, already standing to allow the girls to sit.
My boys are fucking gentleman.
“We came for breakfast!” Avery tells him.
Since when? I look at Kit and Lucas, baffled. “I’ll make pancakes then.”
Mia laughs. “Like you can cook!”
I feel every inch of that tone tease my body with the challenge. I walk to her, grab her hand, and pull her to the kitchen, listening to her protests as she bumps into my back the second that I stop. I nearly growl, enjoying the feel of her against me. I ignore the look on everyone’s faces, I never cook, but for Mia, I will.
“Austin,” she snaps as I turn to face her.
“M.I.A.?” I ask, smiling.
She rolls her eyes. “How are you going to cook when you’re holding my hand?”
I look down at our linked fingers. “I can get some handcuffs, that way I have more freedom.”
Her mouth drops open. “What?”
I laugh. “Don’t worry, handcuffs aren’t my thing, I like to use clothes to tie…” I wink at her. “You can sort the eggs.” I let go of her hand as she shuffles to the basket of eggs. I lean down and grab the flour. “Oh, get the milk while you’re there.”
She turns and scowls. “Anything else?”
“Oh, I can think of plenty, but we’ll stick with the pancakes for now.” The blush in her cheeks reminds me of raspberry sorbet.
I throw the dry stuff in first, mixing, as Mia, very carefully, breaks the eggs. We’ll be here until Thanksgiving with her pace. I turn to put the skillet on, as she hands me the bowl, I throw that into the dry and mix. “You good to cut up some strawberries?”
She nods, moving around my kitchen like she belongs here. And my mind is taking me places I can christen. The kitchen island is one.
