(Lucas)
The last thing I wanted to do was have breakfast again, and that was the first time I thought that. Usually, I was down for two or three meals back to back, but the only meal I was thinking of was in between Isabella’s legs.
We followed Jackson reluctantly into the dining room, we could make this short and I could have her n.aked in less than an hour. Maybe even sooner.
Isla was sitting next to Cam already looking worn out. Abigail was on her other side chatting away, I assumed Jim was at the office this morning because he was usually next to her.
Everyone was sitting with their backs toward me and I found that strange. Jackson took a seat across from them next to a bulky-looking guy with dark hair and eyes that unsettled me. He was wearing a leather vest over a dark shirt and
