“Good morning, Darcy,” Minerva said cheerily, but then she gave me a look. A look that said that she might have heard Tommy break his fast by eating my pussy and me moaning loud enough to drown out the dryer balls bouncing around on the quick cycle.

“Morning, Minnie,” I said, feeling my neck, face, and ears flush hot with embarrassment.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, I’ll take a cup.”

“You look a little flushed,” she said with a note of faux concern in her voice, then smirked.

Yeah…she heard us. If I was reading her right, she didn’t disapprove.

“Good morning, Darcy,” Tommy said, his voice soft, but the baritone depth of it resonated in the room and in my still throbbing pussy.

“Morning, Tommy,” I answered back, barely able to get my voice above a heated whisper. “How’d you sleep?” I asked after clearing my throat.

“Good, which is surprising, considering how late we were out—”

“How late were we out?” Jared grumbled, shuffling into the kitchen. “And why’d you let me drink so damn much?”

“Let you?” Tommy retorted, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. Those lips that were so good at kissing mine — both sets of them.

Jesus… My mind will not get out of the fucking gutter.

“Yeah, let me,” Jared said again while pulling me in to kiss me on the forehead. I stiffened for a moment, worried that he might smell Tommy on me, but realized after catching a whiff of him that he couldn’t smell a thing over the fermented stench seeping out of his pores.

“Good lord, boy! You smell like you bathed in a bottle of Marrow Bone Creek!” I exclaimed, pushing him away.

“See, Tommy! You let me drink too much!”

“Once again, let you? Last time I checked, you were a grown-ass man who knew his own limits. I was only responsible for getting you to and from the strip club without incident. Which I did.”

The boys went back and forth like that. Playful bickering that again made me remember other mornings when they had elbowed each other through a meal and horsed around. I used to love the racket they made. When they were away, the house was too quiet.

“All right, you two,” Minerva said when they started to get too carried away. She put two plates full of breakfast fare in front of them, and they settled, elbows out, and started to eat.

Tommy looked up at me in the midst of forking a mouthful of grits and eggs in his mouth. His mood may have been playful, but his eyes were anything but. They were molten pools of want that made my nipples peak against my silk robe.

"So, what’s the schedule look like today?” Jared asked.

“Nothing until we head over to the barbershop this afternoon.”