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“I mean, I’d hope so.” I giggle, looking down at where his cock is tented against his sleep pants.
“Cheeky little thing you are,” he laughs. “Before we get distracted, I want you to eat.”
I didn’t notice the tray of food on my bedside table. “You made me breakfast?” I ask, sitting up and pulling the sheets up to cover my body.
“Of course I did.” He grabs the tray and places it on the bed before taking a seat next to me. “Happy Birthday, Cove.”
My eyes flick from the food up to his gaze with surprise. They know when my period is so of course they remember my birthday.
“Thank you,” I whisper, letting him place the tray on my lap. “You didn’t have to.”
“I did,” he tells me. “Maverick doesn’t get to be the only one to take care of you.”
He does just as much as his brother. And he proves it by breaking a piece of the pancake and holding it up to my mouth.
Laughing, I let him feed me.
When we’re done, he places the tray back on the bedside table. “What time is it anyways?” I ask, looking at the clock. “Six,” I groan, leaning my head back. “Why so early?”
“Because I know those fuckers love to sleep in if they can. This was an opportunity to get some alone time with you, and you better fucking believe that I’m going to take it. You can go back to sleep after, if you want.”
“After what?” I ask, raising a brow.
He just gives me a little smirk before bending down and grabbing a bag. “I know you like to color,” he tells me. “So I got you these.”
He dumps a bag of markers onto the bed. My damn heart swells at the fact he remembered such a small thing. Coloring has been something I’ve done for years, it allows me to shut off my brain and get lost in the moment. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do it.
“Thank you.” I smile up at him, beaming with happiness. “Uh.” I look around to see if he has anything else. “But what am I supposed to color?”
His smirk grows as he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. “Me.”
A wave of need hits me, and I bite my lip, eyes greedily roaming his body.
Saint is covered in tattoos, all black and white. He’s a fucking work of art. And he’s going to let me use him as a coloring book.
Why is that both the sweetest thing ever, and also so damn hot?
“Really?” I ask, excitement trickling in as I sit forward, the sheet falling away
“Under one condition.” He licks his lip, eyes roaming my body with desire.
“And what’s that?”
His eyes lift back up to meet mine. “You have to sit on me while you do it.”
My brows furrow. “Like on your back? Or lap? Or something?”
There's that husky chuckle that my body sings for. “Or something.” He shoves his sleep pants down, his thick, hard cock springing free.
I suck in a breath, core heating as I eye up his impressive length. I like Saint’s cock. It’s long, thick, and tattooed. Something I never noticed before now.
Saint brushes the markers to the side and lies down on the bed, his heavy-lidded eyes turning my way. “Come here, ma’am.” His tone drips with sex and pure need.
Ho-ly fuck. My pussy just exploded. If he keeps talking to me like that, I’ll do whatever the hell he wants me to do.
Trying not to look too eager, I crawl over to him, my breasts swaying with each motion forward. He lets out a low rumbling growl that fills me with excitement.
He helps me straddle his lap, my bare pussy settling over his cock. Pre-cum has already pooled on his stomach, so I lean forward and lick it clean.
