Evelyn
There’s simply nothing better than waking up in the morning sandwiched between the two men that you love. I cannot describe to you the joy that I feel. Looking at Sean and Logan naked makes me want to wake them up and start our lovemaking all over.
However, I’m starving, and I imagine that when Sean and Logan wake up, they will be starving too. So, I carefully get out of bed so that I don’t wake them. I pull on a simple floral sun dress and go to the kitchen.
My kitchen is small, but my pantry is well-stocked. I can cook anything at a moment’s notice. I have three bell peppers that would be beautiful in a Denver omelet, so I take out my chopping board and start to dice the bell peppers and onions.
When I mix the peppers and onions with the eggs, I add my secret spice and start to cook the omelets. As I wait for the omelet to cook, I cut some brioche buns and spread butter on them. When I’m finished, I put them in the oven to toast.
“It smells wonderful in here!” Logan says.
He comes to the stove where I’m cooking and wraps his arms around me.
“I thought that maybe a good breakfast after last night would be good.”
“Yes, we need to replenish our energy,” Logan laughs.
Logan kisses me on the neck, and it feels so sexy.
“I hesitate to tell you to stop. But if you don’t, I’m going to burn these eggs.”
“Okay,” Logan rolls his eyes.
He lets go of me and we both laugh.
“Got coffee? I’d like to make my special frappe.”
“I think that would be great. Everything you need is in the pantry to my left.”
Logan goes to the pantry and starts taking out coffee, cream, and sugar.
“What about spices?”
“In the drawer right next to me.”
Logan can’t resist and kisses me again. I answer him back with as much passion as he is giving me.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Sean asks.
He enters the room and sits down at the kitchen table. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
“We’re making breakfast. Why don’t you set the table?” Logan says.
“Sure. Let me go outside and pick some wildflowers for the table,” Sean answers.
“Sounds great. Get moving,” Logan says.
Sean gets up and pokes around the dining area for dishes and silverware so that he can set the table. He finds my sunny yellow place mats and puts those on the table first.
“This is going to be the best table you’ve ever seen,” Sean says.
“I bet,” Logan comments.
The three of us concentrate on our jobs and twenty minutes later we are sitting at the table. Sean sets a perfect table, including a vase of wildflowers.
“Where did you find these? I don’t have any flowers in my backyard.”
“Let’s just say they were a “donation” from one of your neighbors,” Sean says.