Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rainey Daye Page A
Authors: Rainey Daye
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himself against her belly while giving her a closemouthed kiss. Pulling back, he couldn’t seem to help himself as he cupped her bare breast in his hand and started to lean down to suckle it.
Maggie groaned when Alex abruptly grabbed Jess’s shoulder and yanked him away from her and out of the bed before his mouth had made contact with her breast. Herding a protesting Jess into the bathroom, Alex shot her an apologetic look for Jess’s lack of control before he shut the door, concealing the two of them from view.
Maggie grinned as she stretched languidly on their bed while only briefly wondering how she had wound up there. Climbing out of it, she noticed that her bikini bottoms were still in place while the top was lying on the bedside table. Taking it with her, she exited their room and went to hers so she could get ready for the day ahead.
After a quick shower, Maggie opted to braid her wet hair rather than take the time to blow-dry and style it because she was starving and wanted to get down to the kitchen as soon as possible. Opening her bedroom door and stepping out into the upstairs hallway, the strong aroma of bacon and coffee caused her stomach to rumble in response. Skipping quickly down the stairs, Maggie headed directly for the kitchen at the back of the house.
She walked in to find Jess scrambling a batch of eggs at the stove and eating a piece of bacon from the plate beside it while Alex was straightening up from the fridge and nudging the door closed with his hip, since his arms were full of breakfast condiments. Taking them over to the table, which had already been set, Alex then turned to the toaster and placed the freshly popped pieces into the warmer beside it with the other pieces of toast that were already in there.
Turning around, he saw Maggie in the doorway. “Hey, Mags,” he greeted. “Coffee or juice this morning?”
“Both,” she replied as she stepped fully into the kitchen and snagged two pieces of bacon off the plate by the stove. Biting into one of them, she moved toward Alex, who had opened a cabinet and removed a coffee cup for her, and she traded him her extra piece of bacon for the mug.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she carried the mug to the refrigerator. Placing it on the counter, she opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk, which she splashed into her coffee. Returning the milk to the fridge, she pulled a spoon out of the drawer next to it and placed it in her coffee cup to give it a quick stir before turning her full attention to the juice selection inside the refrigerator.
One of Alex’s strangest quirks was that his milk had to be absolutely ice cold. He couldn’t even tolerate it sitting on the counter or table for even a minute and insisted that it lost its flavor every time is was allowed to warm up. So to appease this quirk of his, everyone took their glass, or cup, or bowl to the milk rather than taking the milk to it. The only exception that Alex was able to tolerate was when milk was used for cooking. Then it could be brought to the stove or counter, but the moment it was set aside, no longer needed, Alex was there to return it to its rightful place in the fridge.
Selecting a tropical blend of juice, she snagged the carton from the refrigerator and took it over to the table located in a morning nook surrounded by windows on three sides at the back of the kitchen that provided them with a beautiful view of the backyard. Alex had already placed a glass on the table next to her plate, and she raised her brows briefly when she spied someone’s selection of cranberry juice that was already on the table.
She returned to the counter where her coffee was cooling and ventured a quick sip before she removed the plate of toast from the warmer and carried it to the table with her coffee cup in the other hand. Putting the plate on the table and placing her mug at her usual middle setting, which placed her back to the kitchen, she then turned around to see if
Maggie groaned when Alex abruptly grabbed Jess’s shoulder and yanked him away from her and out of the bed before his mouth had made contact with her breast. Herding a protesting Jess into the bathroom, Alex shot her an apologetic look for Jess’s lack of control before he shut the door, concealing the two of them from view.
Maggie grinned as she stretched languidly on their bed while only briefly wondering how she had wound up there. Climbing out of it, she noticed that her bikini bottoms were still in place while the top was lying on the bedside table. Taking it with her, she exited their room and went to hers so she could get ready for the day ahead.
After a quick shower, Maggie opted to braid her wet hair rather than take the time to blow-dry and style it because she was starving and wanted to get down to the kitchen as soon as possible. Opening her bedroom door and stepping out into the upstairs hallway, the strong aroma of bacon and coffee caused her stomach to rumble in response. Skipping quickly down the stairs, Maggie headed directly for the kitchen at the back of the house.
She walked in to find Jess scrambling a batch of eggs at the stove and eating a piece of bacon from the plate beside it while Alex was straightening up from the fridge and nudging the door closed with his hip, since his arms were full of breakfast condiments. Taking them over to the table, which had already been set, Alex then turned to the toaster and placed the freshly popped pieces into the warmer beside it with the other pieces of toast that were already in there.
Turning around, he saw Maggie in the doorway. “Hey, Mags,” he greeted. “Coffee or juice this morning?”
“Both,” she replied as she stepped fully into the kitchen and snagged two pieces of bacon off the plate by the stove. Biting into one of them, she moved toward Alex, who had opened a cabinet and removed a coffee cup for her, and she traded him her extra piece of bacon for the mug.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she carried the mug to the refrigerator. Placing it on the counter, she opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk, which she splashed into her coffee. Returning the milk to the fridge, she pulled a spoon out of the drawer next to it and placed it in her coffee cup to give it a quick stir before turning her full attention to the juice selection inside the refrigerator.
One of Alex’s strangest quirks was that his milk had to be absolutely ice cold. He couldn’t even tolerate it sitting on the counter or table for even a minute and insisted that it lost its flavor every time is was allowed to warm up. So to appease this quirk of his, everyone took their glass, or cup, or bowl to the milk rather than taking the milk to it. The only exception that Alex was able to tolerate was when milk was used for cooking. Then it could be brought to the stove or counter, but the moment it was set aside, no longer needed, Alex was there to return it to its rightful place in the fridge.
Selecting a tropical blend of juice, she snagged the carton from the refrigerator and took it over to the table located in a morning nook surrounded by windows on three sides at the back of the kitchen that provided them with a beautiful view of the backyard. Alex had already placed a glass on the table next to her plate, and she raised her brows briefly when she spied someone’s selection of cranberry juice that was already on the table.
She returned to the counter where her coffee was cooling and ventured a quick sip before she removed the plate of toast from the warmer and carried it to the table with her coffee cup in the other hand. Putting the plate on the table and placing her mug at her usual middle setting, which placed her back to the kitchen, she then turned around to see if
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