I woke up wrapped around Negan tighter than we'd ever been wrapped together. My throat was dry as a desert and I was fairly certain that my entire body had been through a better workout than ever before. Even my toes felt sore, which raised a LOT of fucking questions.
"Morning, princess," He growled and even with my entire body achy as fuck, I still felt a twist of lust. The hell kind of aphrodisiac was this man? "Last night was-"
I stretched, happy that I could fucking move. "Fucking memorable?" The vibration of his chuckle felt fucking amazing on my very tender skin. "I'm so damn thirsty I could drink an entire lake." Another laugh, and I felt his fingers sliding over my skin.
"You were pretty fucking loud, sweetheart." No shit, I thought, thinking if I ever dared the man to prove shit to me or earn anything I needed to have my head examined. "Although, fuck if I don't want to hear it every damn night from here on out." Another fucking lurch of need hit me, but then my stomach growled so damn loud it was embarrassing. "First, food. Then we pack Mary and Eric on their way home. Then-" he left it hanging, but his hold hand cupped one of my ass cheeks and I knew precisely what we'd be filling today with.
Tossing on shorts and a t-shirt, I watched as Negan threw on the shorts he'd thrown off the previous night. I had to bite my lip at his bare chest and back. Fuck, would I ever get used to him being ALL mine?
"I can feel you staring," his voice was still gravely and my stomach clenched. Looking over his shoulder at me and knew he felt it too. "Let's open the fucking door before I change our plans and we text the two of them goodbye." Shit.
Negan opened the door and started laughing hysterically when he glanced down. I was about to ask what the fuck was so funny, but he raised his hand and another fucking ball gag was dangling from his finger. "Think Eric bought them in bulk, or-"
"I swear to fuck, if that's the one my dad wondered about, I will fucking murder him." Negan's hand took mine and we went downstairs to see if my best friends were awake for the day.
Mary and Eric were sitting at the small table in the kitchen, but neither greeted us as we walked in. I offered up my own 'Morning', but nothing. They had their backs to us, and I glared at their heads. Those assholes.
Stalking to the two of them, I reached out both hands and slapped them in the back of their heads. Seeing them jump made me feel marginally better, but then I saw the bitches take out soft earplugs and hit them both again.
"Bitch, what is your problem?" Eric shouted, turning in his chair.
Negan, clearly stealing my dramatic whims, tossed the ball gag he'd found on our door knob onto the table and watched as my two best friends grinned. Rolling my eyes as Negan's arms wrapped around me, I waited for Eric's hot take.
"Look, after all the different ways we heard 'daddy' come out of you last night, I thought we'd give you a replacement gag, in case you two decided for round-" Eric stopped and looked like he was trying to count through the rounds we may have had over the course of hours. "Fuck I don't even have that many fingers and toes, bitch."
Coach was smothering his amusement in my neck, but I could FEEL his grin almost splitting his fucking face. Deciding it was high time for Eric to learn his place, I sighed.
"If I'm gonna call ANYONE 'daddy', he's gotta earn it, you whore." And that did it, Mary's grin was so wide I thought her face would explode and Negan had to move his face because he was going to smother from the laughter he was holding tight against my skin. Eric's eyes were wider than they'd ever been.
"Then you better buy these," he tossed the soft earplugs at me, "in fucking bulk and give your goddamn neighbors a stockpile each, because holy fuck, did he earn it!"
After laughing our asses off, we finally managed to sit down for breakfast. When we'd gone out for dinner the evening before, me and my two best friends had gone grocery shopping while Negan had run his own errand. And as we ate, Coach handed two small boxes to my best friends.
"I thought," he said as they pulled the top of the boxes off, "that since you're Amara's family, you should have a key to our house." Inside, on key chains that he'd shown me during a respite overnight, were copies of our house key. "Steven has one too," he pulled out another box. "You're important to my girl, so that makes you important to me too."
I swear, every time I thought Negan couldn't fucking surprise me any more, he did. Mary's key chain was a bejeweled theater mask. Eric's was a tiara, because of course, and Steven's a crown. It was one of the sweetest gestures, and he made it all by himself.
Eric and Mary left about an hour after they got their keys and as soon as the door shut and locked behind them, I felt Negan's mouth hot on my neck. "Think we can scandalize the neighbors during the daytime?" He growled into my skin.