Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“You can sit on the bed,” Rome said, and while the words were innocent, there was nothing innocent about those eyes. Wait, was he still trying to hook up with me? “Nothing’s going to happen. We’re just waiting for laundry.”
Yeah, and wolves snuck up on sheep because they wanted to play hide and seek with them. He was totally still trying to hook up, I decided, refusing to acknowledge the perverse little thrill of excitement this gave me. If I was smart, I’d march right out to that couch and play on my phone until it was time to switch out the clothing.
Instead I sat on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest to give the girls some cover.
“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he said after a few minutes. “Want a pillow?”
I glanced his direction, and my eyes caught on his abs.
“Sure, a pillow would be great,” I mumbled, forcing my attention back to the screen. Bowie gave a look that was pure sex, and I realized why Mom had let me watch it all the time as a kid.
She’d never been able to resist temptation.
Apparently, I couldn’t either.
Chapter Six
Oh, that was nice… I snuggled back into a set of strong, manly arms, savoring the warmth of his body against my back. There was something long and hard pushing against my ass—morning wood. Little thrills ran through me, and a hand squeezed my breast.
In the distance, birds sang good morning.
Just a hint of light teased my closed eyelids, and I shifted, burying my head deeper in the covers. I wasn’t ready to wake up just yet. This was way too comfy. I wiggled my ass against his stiffened dick, wishing this moment could go on forever.
A snore broke the silence.
My left eye flew open, the dream shattering. Except it wasn’t a dream. I stared at the strange wall in front of me in absolute shock. Where the hell was I? And more importantly, whose penis was currently digging into my ass?
The night came back to me in a run of confused memories.
The fight.
My black eye.
Watching a movie about puppets while waiting for my laundry to dry. I must’ve fallen asleep, and seeing as I’d insisted on taking the couch instead of the bed, Rome had gone to sleep right alongside me.
Crap. Crap crap crap!
Now I was cuddled up against a very snuggly, very erect biker, and my lady bits weren’t exactly unhappy about the situation. I could just roll over, I realized. Just roll over, reach down, and grab that gorgeous cock of his.
Not that I actually knew what his cock looked like.
Not yet…
That could change. No. I should leave. Right now. I’d decided last night for very good reasons that I wasn’t going to do this, even if I couldn’t quite remember what they were at the moment. In the next ten seconds, I would totally leap into action, grab my clothes, and head out the door. Mom’s place was just a few blocks away.
Ten seconds passed, and I settled back into his warmth.
A few more minutes couldn’t hurt, right? My eye closed as Rome surrounded me, filling my senses. Tingles danced between my legs, and my ass wiggled again, almost involuntarily. I imagined what he’d feel like, pushing inside me from behind. I could almost taste the initial stretch, followed by the smooth glide… Would he go fast and hard or sweet and slow that first time?
My thighs clenched.
Rome shifted, his hips pressing into me. Was he awake? I heard another soft snore. Nope, he was definitely out. What the hell was wrong with me? The man was literally unconscious, yet I still couldn’t stop perving on him.
My eye opened again, and I accepted reality. Unless I planned on having sex with Rome this morning, it was time to go.
Very carefully, I lifted Rome’s arm and started to slide out from under him. His breathing changed and I froze, waiting. After a minute it slowed again, growing steady. I inched away from him, then climbed out of the bed, determined to get out before he woke up.
Tiptoeing over to the dryer, I hoped against hope that he’d dropped my stuff in there before crashing last night. Everything was dry. Thank you, God, I promise I’ll be better about going to church from now on! I pulled out my clothes and then tiptoed out the bedroom door, closing it almost-but-not-quite all the way.
Passing through the dining area, I spotted the couch, which he’d carefully made up into a bed for me. I really, really should’ve come out here as soon as I finished the shower.
Then none of this would’ve happened.
Except nothing had actually happened, not really. So we slept in the same bed. He hadn’t even tried to get my clothes off, and for all I knew, I’d been the one to crawl all over him first. I knew myself—I loved to snuggle. Lexi hated it when we had to share a bed. Said it was like sleeping with a tarantula.