“Because I kept thinking about rolling over onto you and hurting you. I tend to be a wild sleeper.”
Grinning, I vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the night on our first night together. She was draped across me and her ass was in the air. “Yeah, I gathered that.”
“Are you laughing at me?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in fake anger.
“Hey, I didn’t say a word.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Striding over to her, I took the spatula from her hand and tossed it on the counter. “Come back to bed. I don’t care if you lay on me.”
“You’re injured,” she reminded me, poking my bad arm slightly. “If I lay on you, I’ll only slow your recovery.”
“And if you keep doing the things you did last night, you’ll only heal me faster.”
“Ha ha,” she laughed mockingly. “If you start telling me I’m healing you with love, I’ll smack you.”
“You wouldn’t beat up an injured man.” I snatched her around the waist and pulled her against me.
“If this is your way of getting more sex, you should know it’s not going to happen.”
“I wore you out,” I nodded jokingly.
“Sure. We’ll go with that over the fact that it’s time for you to take your pills.”
Her hand snaked out from behind her back, and she rattled the little orange container in my face.
Groaning, I stepped away from her. “I don’t want any.”
“It’s the first night home, and you need your sleep.”
“But you put me to sleep so well on your own.”
“Liam, I’m not going anywhere near that bedroom unless you take your pills. Now, be a good little boy and do as you’re told.”
As she batted her eyelashes at me, I was stuck between wanting to throttle her for calling me a little boy and needing to rip her shirt off her body and prove to her how much of a man I was.
“If I’m a good boy, will you come to bed with me?”
“Hmm,” she pretended to think about it.
I snatched the pill bottle out of her hand and slammed my mouth down on hers, but just as I was starting to get her warmed up, a loud knock sounded at the door.
“What?” I groaned as she tore herself away from me with a laugh.
“I’ll get it.”
But just as she was getting to the door, I imagined who might be on the other side at two o’clock in the morning. “Stop!” I shouted, racing toward the door in a panic.
My heart stopped dead as she swung the door open, giving me a funny look as my sister stumbled into the house, clearly drunk off her ass.
“Bailsley!” she cried out, her arms immediately going around Bailey’s neck.
She just barely caught Krista as she tripped over her feet and nearly went down.
“Whoa!” Bailey sniffed, grimacing as the alcohol wafted off her. “What the hell did you drink?”
“Noooothin’!” Krista laughed. Then she held her finger to her lips and winked at her. “Don’t tell Liam. He’s always crabby when I show up drunk.”
