Only One Bed Read Online Kati Wilde

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors: Kati Wilde Advertisement

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And I don’t need to make him into one.

As for the rest of those naughty thoughts, they truly don’t matter. Nothing will come of them. Because when a Knowles and a Walker get together, the only outcome is death and disaster. I don’t need that in my life.

Reed wouldn’t want it, either. No question of that. Sure, in a feverish delirium, he confessed to finding me physically attractive. So what? I think he’s physically attractive, too. Not that I would ever admit it. If I was sick or drunk, though, could it slip out? Sure.

But I won’t take any attraction seriously. And I won’t think about it anymore. Because he’s Reed Knowles. Gorgeous on the outside, hideous on the inside. Not to mention, experiencing a jolt of animal lust isn’t the same as wanting someone.

And I could never—absolutely never ever ever—want him.

By the time I’ve showered, dried my hair in front of the fire, and prepared for bed, Reed’s temperature seems to be lower. Though he pushed them off earlier, I tuck the comforter and quilt up around his shoulders—I know he’s feverish, but it truly freezes in here when the fire is low, and I suspect exposure to the cold would be worse for him than the extra warmth.

That done, I carefully crawl over his sleeping form and onto my side of the bed. It’s already toasty warm between the sheets. The first night, without him, I lay shivering under the covers until my body heat warmed everything up.

So I guess Reed being here isn’t all bad. Just mostly bad.

Ugh. And I can’t settle. I can’t even blame Reed, because I didn’t have the same trouble last night after he’d come stumbling in out of the storm. I simply ignored his presence until I fell asleep. When I gave him any thought, it was to hope he wouldn’t die. I had no awareness of him as an attractive man who was sharing my bed.

I’m aware now, though. Disturbingly conscious of how he’s right beside me, big and hairy and naked.

My heart nearly stops when he murmurs in his sleep and turns onto his side, facing the middle of the bed. Almost touching me.

What will I do if he does touch me? What if, while gripped by another feverish delirium, he says I’m pretty— No, not pretty. Vibrant. Alive. Lovely. And while out of his mind, what if he reaches for me? Tries to kiss me? Rolls on top of me, pushing between my thighs, his big stiffened cock seeking a way inside? Would I shove him off the bed? Slap him awake?

Let him?

That thought shames me enough to break out of the fantasy. Of course I wouldn’t let him. Not while he’s in a delirious state. It would be the same as taking advantage of someone who’s intoxicated.

“Abbie?” he mumbles softly.

I can hardly breathe. “Yes?”

No answer. Asleep again.

I lie on my back, listening to the quiet crackle of the fire. Watching the dancing light and shadows on the ceiling. Clenching my thighs tight, so tight, because everything inside is aching.

I really wish Reed hadn’t said I was beautiful.

So it’s kind of his fault that I turn toward the wall, putting as much space between us as I can before slipping my hand into my panties. I slide two fingers over my clit—god, I’m already so slick. Closing my eyes, I try to picture anyone except Reed. But my mind doesn’t obey and within seconds he’s got my knees shoved wide and his cock sinking deep, deep, that heavy, thick body pushing me down into the mattress, his hands hard and grasping my hips, using his full strength to power each devastating thrust. Until I can’t take any more, can’t take it, and I⁠—

I come with my teeth digging into my pillow. Silently, so silently. My entire body shaking. Praying I don’t wake him.

He doesn’t stir.

When my breathing returns to normal, I roll onto my back again, marveling over what I just did. That was the fastest I’ve ever come. And I did it while fantasizing about being fucked by the man who bulldozed my mother’s house.

I might be a terrible person.

But I’m also blissfully relaxed now, and wonderfully sleepy. So I’ll worry about how terrible I am in the morning.

Reed

Reed

I wake up with a warm, purring ball snuggled against my back.

Hot Biscuit Slim.

Of more concern is the soft body snuggled against my front. She’s not purring. Since she’s not snarling and biting, though, she must be asleep.

I wonder if I’m asleep, too. Dreaming. But, no. No fog today. My head’s aching, but not like it was. My brain seems to be working again. Yet my memories go hazy when I try to remember anything after my shower yesterday. Vaguely I recall Abbie telling me to sit up. Saying that my fever’s worse.


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