Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Lemme get a washcloth and—”
“No, stay and lie here with me.”
“Baby, there’s cum leakin’ from your ass all over your comforter.”
“I don’t care,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Where did the towel go?”
“I think it’s on the floor.”
“Whatever. Move the duvet, and we’ll wash it tomorrow.”
It was funny. Normally he liked things a certain way, but sex, it seemed, changed all that. “You need to get up. I can’t pull it out from under you.”
He lifted up for a moment, enough time for me to throw the cover back, and then he moved toward the headboard, hurling throw pillows in every direction off the bed. Pulling down the flat sheet and lightweight blanket, he was under both in seconds.
Having crawled after him, I enjoyed seeing the flush on his skin, the sweat, and see his body trembling with slight aftershocks. Mine was doing the same, the twinges of release still tumbling through me. “Since when do you sleep naked?”
“Just for tonight,” he rumbled. “Get the lights, and then come here.”
Reaching over to flip off the lamp on the nightstand, I was surprised how dark it was in the room until I realized the blinds were drawn.
Once I was under the covers, I rolled to my left so we were face-to-face. “Comfy sheets,” I complimented him.
“They should be,” he grumbled, reaching out to touch my hair, my cheek, and finally rest his hand on the side of my neck. “The bed’s nice too, isn’t it?”
“Much better’n mine, no question.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it because you’ll be in it a lot.”
“Will I?”
“All the time.”
“Yeah?”
His resigned whine made me smile. “Can you just agree and not banter?”
“You like banter.”
“Not about stuff like this.”
“Stuff like what?”
“Us stuff.”
I chuckled. “Us stuff?”
“Stop. And agree.”
“Fine.”
He sighed deeply, like me giving in made him happy.
I took a breath. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. That being said, I will be sore in a new way tomorrow than I ever have been before, and look forward to being so again.”
“You do?”
“Screaming your name should clue you in that you’re good in bed.”
“So are you, my friend.”
He grunted softly.
“It’s probably gonna take me a minute when we get back to work to not touch you inappropriately when we’re together.”
“Please. I’ve seen Redeker turn to Callahan to get something wiped off his lip when they’re eating lunch with all of us. I think we’ll be fine.”
“Okay, good,” I said with a sigh.
“And besides, the only thing anyone really cares about”—he yawned—“is something happening and we can’t be partners anymore.”
“But that couldn’t happen.”
“I can’t imagine a scenario where it would, but my brain has shut down at this point.”
I chuckled.
“You know what my mother says.”
“Yep. Don’t worry about things that haven’t happened yet, you’re invitin’ trouble.”
“That’s right. And we shouldn’t worry about things going wrong anyway. Let future us deal with that if it ever happens.”
“Okay,” I said, scooching closer. “Tell me the truth: do you feel any different havin’ bottomed?”
“No. Why would I? That’s an antiquated notion.”
“Good. That’s good. Just checkin’.”
“Well, bed is supposed to be a safe space, so whatever I want should be game on.”
I smiled at him in the dark. “Yes, it should.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” I exhaled and kissed him, then rolled over on my right side with my back to him.
After a moment he said, “What the hell was that?”
I snickered.
“That was my good-night kiss?”
“Yes. Go to sleep.”
He was quiet a few moments. “I want another kiss.”
“Why don’t you come on over here and put your arm around me.” His breath caught; I heard it easily. “No? You don’t want to?”
“No, I…do,” he whispered, and suddenly he was there, his chest plastered to my back, his groin pressed to my ass, his thighs as well. His arm slipped around my waist, his hand on my abdomen. “You can sleep like this?”
“Of course. Why?”
“I normally get told this is too close. Smothering.”
“Yeah, but I have bad dreams,” I reminded him like I couldn’t have with anyone else. “And when I wake up next to you, that’ll be good.”
I got a kiss on my shoulder then.
“Don’t get me wrong, you bein’ in bed with me is great, but this, havin’ you wrapped around me…will be perfect.”
“Good,” he intoned, his lips on my nape, his bicep sliding under the pillow, supporting my head. “You okay?”
“I can’t remember ever bein’ better.”
His sigh was long before he rubbed his face in my hair. “We’re going to be so good together.”
And I really had no doubt.
EIGHT
Before I went to sleep, I had these fleeting visions of waking him up in the morning with a blowjob, kissing him all over, and of course, taking him over and over as he called my name. And they had all tumbled through my brain quickly because I didn’t even remember closing my eyes. The next thing I knew, Lang’s phone was pinging like he was receiving eight thousand text messages, and then my phone started ringing.