My voice shakes.
“It’s why I’ve never even considered having sex with someone,” I whisper. “Especially not a hookup. What if I passed out with some random guy? What could’ve happened to me while I was unconscious?”
Skip goes still beneath me before pressing a slow kiss to the top of my head.
“Thank you, pretty boy,” he whispers. “Thank you for being so damn smart. For keeping yourself safe for me until I found you.”
His hand slides up my spine, warm and steady.
“When you’re ready,” Skip says softly, “I’ll be with you the whole time. If your body has an episode, I’ll be right there when you go under and right there when you come back to me. You won’t ever wake up alone or scared again. Not with me.”
A tear slips from my eye and lands on his chest.
I want to believe him. God, Iwantto. But some part of me still can’t understand how he doesn’t see the difference between us…the gorgeous, terrifying biker… and me.
“In time, baby,” he whispers, which tells me I spoke my thoughts out loud. “I know my words don’t feel solid yet. But I’llprove them. Every damn day until you trust them as much as I do. Now shut those beautiful brown eyes and sleep.”
I smile in the dark and close my eyes, letting his warmth settle around me. Sleep tugs at my mind… but I’ve got one last, very important, thing to say, first.
“If we’re stuck down here long enough to watch all of the DVDs,” I mumble, half-asleep, “we might have to start reenacting TV shows. I’m calling dibs on Sam Winchester.”
Skip snorts. “I have no choice but to be Dean. We’re practically twins.”
My eyes snap open.
“Oh…no. No, Skip. They’rebrothers.We can’t be brothers. People frown on things like that.”
Skip laughs, low and sinful, way too amused.
“Baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up my back, “the whole world would love to watch those two brothers fuck.”
Yeah…he’s right.
Skip presses a soft kiss to my hair. “Now sleep, Eli. Before we test that theory of yours about orgasms making you pass out. At least then you’d get some damn rest.”
My dick twitches at his words, and I forget how to breathe for a few seconds.
Skip chuckles in that dark, smug way that should be illegal.
“Hmmm,” he purrs, “I think my baby likes that idea.”
I squeak, face on fire. “You’re a jerk.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, totally unbothered. “A jerk you’re falling asleep on.”
I nuzzle closer without meaning to, my voice barely hanging onto consciousness as I mutter…
“Still a jerk.”
Skip’s arms tighten around me, warm and protective.
“Sleep, pretty boy.”
And I finally do.
Chapter Twelve
Skip
