More Than A Game (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 2) by Bella Matthews

Author:Bella Matthews
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2021-03-10T22:00:00+00:00

I’ve got The Killers playing in the kitchen. The smell of bacon crisping up is coming from the oven, and my favorite waffle batter is going in the waffle iron. I’ve cut up a bowl of strawberries and set out the bowls of mini chocolate chips, hand-whipped vanilla cinnamon whipped cream, and warm maple syrup.

We all eat pretty clean during the week, but Sundays are when I go overboard on breakfast. I enjoy it. I also enjoy making a fucking mess that the guys have to clean up. I cook, they clean. Those are my rules.

Brady comes downstairs first. It’s usually the smell of coffee that gets him moving. Actually, it’s the smell of coffee that usually gets Nat moving, and where she goes, he goes. Brady’s quiet as he grabs his Captain America mug and fills it, inhaling before taking his first sip. Coffee is on a different level for him and Nattie. The rest of us drink it, but these two love it. Nat likes keeping us stocked with all kinds of fresh beans in fancy glass jars that sit on the counters. Today’s were Jamaican Blue Mountain.

“You alone down here, Murph?”

“I am.” I pop out a waffle, then add more batter to the iron.

“Didn’t sound like you were alone last night.”

“You jealous you were jerkin’ off alone last night while your girl’s in Boston, QB?”

“Fuck off, Murph.” He shoulder-checks me as he passes, then watches as coffee sloshes over the edge of the mug. “Fuck.”

Flipping the waffle maker over, I answer, “I’m good, thanks.”

QB leans against the counter and sips his coffee. “It’s the first time she hasn’t slept in my bed since we moved in. I slept like shit.”

“Aww, boo-hoo. Poor baby.” I love messing with him. He makes it so easy.

“Fucker.” He glares and walks over to the table.

I look up when I hear the footsteps coming down the stairs, but it’s not my girl. The train wreck from the bathroom walks into the kitchen. She’s dressed in dark-washed skinny jeans that fit her like a second skin and a tiny, white strappy tank top that hangs low in the front. No way there’s a bra under there. A black leather string is wrapped around her neck a few times before being tied in a bow with the ends hanging loose. Tall black heels with expensive red soles we don’t usually see on campus make her legs look as long as mine.

She walks into the kitchen like she owns the place. “Ahh, Murphy. Again with the staring.” She hops up onto the kitchen counter, tilts her head to the side, and pouts her lips in a move that looks practiced and calculated. “Whose dick does a girl need to suck for a cup of coffee?”

Sebastian follows her in, looking like his head might explode. “Knock off the act, Em. Just let me get some coffee, and I’ll take you home.” He grabs two mugs from the cabinet.

“What is that smell? Something smells fantastic.” Sabrina is pulling her wet hair into a messy bun on top of her head as she finally joins us.

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