“Morning.” I bite my lip. He looks so yummy this morning. His dirty blond hair is up in a messy man bun. He has no shirt on, and his PJ pants ride low on his hips, making me want to pin him down so I can trail my tongue over every one of his muscles. He looks so relaxed.
“Open,” he requests, holding up a spoonful of what smells like homemade caramel sauce. I open my mouth to taste the sweet, sugary goodness. When it hits my tongue, I moan around the spoon, licking every inch of it before letting him pull it back out. His eyes grow hungry as he stares me down, watching my every move. His thumb comes up and wipes at something from the corner of my lips before he brings it to his mouth and sucks it off. Fuck’s sake, if Rosie wasn’t sitting at the table next to us, I would have tossed him down and rode him like a carnival ride.
“Daddy!” Rosie says, snapping us out of our lusty, little stare off.
“Yes, Rose Petal?” Cass says, looking over at Rosie.
“We're hungry.” The duck is on her lap and she lets out a quack in agreement with Rosie’s statement.
“No ducks at the table,” Cass says, then raises his brows in thought, cracking a grin. “Never thought I’d have to say that.”
“I mean technically they’d be allowed at the table if you’re having them for supper,” Axel mumbles, eating a spoonful of his oatmeal. His plain-old, boring oatmeal.What is he, eighty?
We all turn towards him. Me with narrowed eyes, Cass with a shake of his head, Dean with anoh shitlook, Neo looks like he's gonna shoot lasers out his eyes, and Rosie just gapes at him.
“You will not eat Daisy for supper!” she yells at her uncle.
“Maybe not Daisy, but her cousin the turkey will be cooked and waiting to be eaten when we all sit down for dinner,” he adds, not seeming to get the hint of‘shut the fuck up.’Seriously, I've come to the conclusion that Axel must not have been very involved with raising her when she was over for her weekends before she was with us permanently because the dude has no kid skills.
Rosie turns in her seat to look at us. “I’m not eating supper!”
“Thanks, Axel. Wanna ruin Christmas too?” Cass growls as Rosie takes Daisy and runs off to her room.
“Okay, here's the thing. I’ve been trying so damn hard to be less... crazy, mostly not to scare Rosie, but also because I know I can be a little... much sometimes. But hear this, if you don't all start getting along, I’m going to give you all matching wounds with my dagger,” I growl, walking over to Dean and swiping his coffee from him. I sit on his lap and take a sip. “Eww,” I say, handing it back like it personally offended me. “That takes like ass. Why the fuck do you drink it black?” I scrunch up my nose.
He chuckles deeply. I can feel the vibration through my body and it goes right to my pussy. Seems like she doesn't want to go on holiday. “I like my coffee like I like my girl, strong and dark, my little killer.”
Down girl, down!No we can’t drag him into his room and fuck him until he passes out. It’s time for family, not for orgasms.
Okay, what the fuck is wrong with me? Who am I?There’s always time for orgasms.
Needing to look away from his smoldering eyes so he will stop tempting my pussy, I look at Axel.
“You!” I say sternly and he looks at me with a cocked brow. “Give me,” I say, pointing to the cup of coffee in front of him.
“Is it so hard for you to get your own? There's a full pot right there,” he says, gesturing his hand in the direction of the coffeepot.
“But I want yours,” I say, cocking a brow back at him.
“Well, too bad,” he says, taking a sip, before placing it back down on the table. I reach into my housecoat pocket and slip out the mini taser I carry.Why do I have it?I don’t fucking know. This is me we’re talking about. I could pull a weapon out of my ass so don’t act surprised.
Anyways, I lean over with my arm under the table, not aiming for any body part in particular, but really hoping Iaccidentallyhit his dick. I give the taser a little‘buzz-buzz’to what I think is his leg, and he jumps back with a scream.
“What the fuck was that?!” he asks, eyes wild with uncertainty.
Slipping the taser back in my pocket, I reach for his coffee and take a drink. “Yum.” I sigh, enjoying the cinnamon-bun flavored drink. “You might have a horrible personality, but your taste in coffee is amazing.”
“You’re fucking crazy, has anyone told you that?” he growls.
“Only every day of my life.” I smile sweetly. Dean is silently laughing as his arms snake around my waist, holding me close to his body. I snuggle into him and continue to annoy his cousin, because it’s fun and fucking hilarious. “Also, didn't mommy teach you how to share?”
I know they had a shitty life once they reached their teenage years, but from what Cass has told me about their childhood, it was pretty good, at least with their mother it was. So I don't feel bad for making that comment.
Axel just looks at me, his eyes filled with the promise of pain, but doesn’t the big guy know that's the cherry on top of my coffee flavored ice cream? He storms out of the room, and Cass looks to me.
“You know, the whole getting along thing? That means you two as well,” Cass smirks.
“I know, and I do plan on wearing him down eventually, but I don't think I could ever not pick on him. It’s our way of life,” I grin back.