Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Madi
The smell of bacon woke me up.
When my eyes cracked open, I was met with pink. I blinked a few times before I realized June was snuggled next to me. Her snores were soft and cute. I smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy as I looked at her.
This could be us every morning.
That thought was almost enough to make me spiral, but then her eyes slowly opened. The sleepy haze slowly cleared as she looked at me, and then she smiled.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
“Morning.”
I inched closer, winding my arms around her waist. She snuggled into me, breathing deep. I’d never felt this cozy before. Comfortable. Everything about waking up beside her felt like a dream.
Except . . .
Where was Dallas?
“It smells really good,” she mumbled sleepily. “The fact that he’s cooking means he’s in love.”
I grinned. She was definitely not fully awake yet, because I wasn’t sure I’d ever catch her saying something so blunt otherwise. She started to snore again, her body completely melting into me.
I sighed to myself and shut my eyes, basking in my time with her. Every moment felt precious the closer I got to leaving.
The door creaked open and I lifted my head. Dallas filled the doorway, shirtless. In gray sweatpants. With a tray in his hands, three plates on it.
“Oh my god,” I laughed.
“Somehow, this tray of breakfast appeared magically,” he said. “With coffee, pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I don’t know what happened.”
“Why are you being so loud?” June mumbled.
“He made us breakfast,” I chuckled, giving her a gentle nudge.
“Actually, the breakfast fairies made this.”
“Uh-huh.”
I giggled again as June shot up in bed, tits out, hair a mess, and eyes on him. Whatever she was about to say died on her lips and then she blinked.
“You made us breakfast?”
“As I said before,” Dallas teased. “This just magically appeared.”
There was really nothing hotter than a man that could be silly.
Or a man that made breakfast for us.
He set the tray in the middle and joined us. Three cups of coffee were precariously balanced on top between plates of fluffy pancakes, fried eggs, and bacon. He’d really gone all out.
My stomach growled. “Thank you,” I said. “This is . . .”
“Amazing,” June whispered.
She picked up her mug of coffee first and took a sip, letting out a moan that was far too sexual for me not to immediately look at her. Dallas smirked as he settled in.
“I really like your sweatpants,” I mumbled before biting into bacon.
His smirk deepened. “I bet you do, princess.”
“Oh god,” June whispered. “What time is it right now?”
“It’s ten.”
“What?” she gawked.
“Damn, we really slept in,” I said.
“Evie and Avery dropped all your packages off at the post office this morning. And I asked them to put up a sign to let folks know the shop is closed for the day.”
A blush crept into her cheeks, her eyes turning glassy. “Why . . . Why would you all do that?”
“Because you deserve a day off,” Dallas said. “And you should celebrate the fact that all your orders are fulfilled. You did it. You should be proud of yourself. And you should let us pamper you.”
She sniffled and tore her gaze from him. I reached over, rubbing my hand on her back.
“You deserve it,” I said gently. “Let’s have a bed day. We’ve all been doing so much.”
“I don’t even know what I’d do during a bed day,” June said.
“I think I have some ideas,” Dallas chuckled.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much as we enjoyed breakfast together. I hadn’t felt so relaxed in . . . years, maybe.
“These are really good pancakes,” I said as I ate my last bite.
June rubbed her belly as she laid back. She’d polished off her plate, but then he’d brought her more bacon, which she’d devoured. “I’m stuffed.”
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
I stifled a laugh as she raised her head, giving him a mock glare. But not even she could hold the expression very long before it spun into more laughter.
“This is too much,” she sighed happily.
Seeing her giggly like this was a gift, especially after yesterday.
“I think I can do more. Make sure to clear your calendars for next Sunday night.” He sipped his coffee, his smile never fading. “Not this one, but the next.”
“Why?” I was suspicious and so was June.
“You’ll find out. Just keep them clear.”
She let her head plop down into a pillow. “So demanding.”
“Yep. Sorry not sorry. Clear them.”
She made a mock solute, earning a soft growl from him. He narrowed his eyes and then released a slow, agonized breath. “Are we finished with breakfast?”
“I am,” I said.
“Me too.”
“Good.” He picked up the tray and carried it out, leaving the two of us to briefly conspire.
“I think I want to suck that man’s dick for feeding me such a good breakfast,” I said.
“Me too. It should be against the rules.”
I snickered as I leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. But before I knew it, June had her arms around me and was rolling me over like an alligator. I squealed as I ended up on bottom with her straddling my hips, her hands on my breasts.
“Oh no,” she said. “How did that happen?”
“You little brat,” I laughed.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, enjoying the way she struggled. We wrestled until I had her pinned beneath me, my fingers inside her wet pussy, my mouth against her ear.
“Submit,” I rasped.
“I submit,” she squeaked. “Oh fuck.”
I kept working my fingers in and out of her, even as I felt Dallas’s presence behind us. The bed shifted as he joined, his chest pressing against my back as he pulled my hair to the side, sinking his teeth into my neck.
Fuck. I whimpered as pleasure and pain burned through me like whiskey.
“Keep fucking that pretty pussy,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He shoved his sweatpants down, his cock slapping against my ass cheek. I groaned as he ground his against me, all while June squealed and thrashed from my fingers.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Fuck.”
“Keep going,” he growled.
His voice made my nipples harden. I arched back against him, loving the feel of him grinding his cock on my hip. I could feel how hard he was, how wet she was—fuck.
He reached around, sliding two fingers across my clit and working me quickly. I almost fell forward, but his arm banded around me, keeping me in place.
Holy fuck. I was going to come. I was already right there, so close to the edge just from what I was doing to June—
She arched, sobbing into the pillow as she clenched around my fingers suddenly, her voice muffled as she bucked.
The sight of her coming so hard and the stimulation of his relentless fingers sent a wave of pleasure so strong through me that my body turned to jelly, Dallas holding me up as I came. I trembled, my muscles shaking with each shock wave, my core spasming.
Hot liquid splashed against my skin, his grunt soft in my ear. I realized he’d come too, the three of us panting messes.
“Jesus Christ,” June rasped.
All I could do was nod. I was floating on cloud nine.
Dallas nuzzled the side of my neck. “You’re everything,” he murmured.
I swallowed hard, smiling as a wave of sadness surprised me.
If this was what a bed day looked like, I never wanted to leave.
But my time here was coming to an end sooner than later.
And there was a small voice in my head whispering, begging, crying—why not stay?