Changing Affection

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ezra woke up the next morning feeling rested. Truly rested. He hadn't woken up like this for years. He looked over to see Aubrey still asleep with her back facing him. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her closer to him, causing her to moan slightly. She pushed her ass into him, and he worked hard to control his morning urges.

"Someone's excited to see me in the morning," Aubrey's sweet voice teased him.

He chuckled and leaned over her to plant a kiss on her temple. "I'm always excited to see you, Princess. Now, get up, we need to get something to eat." He sat on the edge of the bed and tried not to think of Aubrey laying on the bed behind him. Once his body was calm, he got dressed. He watched Aubrey get out of bed and open up her duffle bag. She pulled out a new set of clothes and started to take off the ones that she was already wearing.

She looked over her shoulder at Ezra and saw him watching her. She chuckled and shook her head. "Watching me get dressed isn't going to help you." She pulled the hoody over her head.

He bit his lips as he nodded, agreeing with her. "No, you're right." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and began to place light kisses on her neck. "Excuse me for wanting to worship every inch of your body."

"Ezra," Aubrey sighed as she smiled up at him. She held up a shirt to cover her breasts as she turned around to face him. "I'm hungry."

Ezra chuckled as he got the hint and leaned down to plant a quick peck on her lips. "All right, Princess." He slapped her ass and turned to walk towards the door. "Get dressed and we'll get something to eat."

"Eggs and bacon?" she asked after him.

Ezra nodded. "If Asher has groceries, I'll fix whatever you want." He opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him. He walked down the hallway searching for the kitchen. He finally found it in the back of the house. He met Asher leaning against the counter by the coffee maker. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and an iPad in his other.

Ezra walked up to the coffee maker and fixed himself a cup of coffee.

"There's the creamer in the fridge," Asher told him without looking up at him. His eyes were glued on whatever was on that iPad.

"No thanks," Ezra answered him. He held up the cup to his lips. "I like it black."

Now Asher looked up at him. He shook his head as he laughed. "I don't know how you are able to drink it black. No sugar?"

Ezra shook his head. "No sugar." He smiled proudly at himself. He knew that people thought that he was weird for drinking black coffee, but he didn't care. It was good for him. He never minded it.

Asher looked back down at the iPad. "You're a strange fellow, Ezra."

"What are you looking at?" Ezra turned and walked over to the fridge, opening it. He stuck his head inside and was glad to find food in the fridge. I wonder how old this food was, he thought to himself.

"I went out this morning to the small grocery store down the road," Asher answered his thoughts. "They're fresh. Also," he held up his iPad. "Just reading."

Ezra stood up and smirked at him. "What are you reading?"

"None of your business," he answered too quickly.

Ezra chuckled and shrugged. He bent down and grabbed a carton of eggs and bacon out of the fridge. He closed the fridge door as he started to cook. "Are you wanting any breakfast? Aubrey's wanting eggs and bacon."

As if on cue, Aubrey walked into the kitchen. She was wearing straight blue jeans and another one of his hoodies. He raised his eyebrow at her. "Did you go through my duffle bag?"