Sonny
Iwoke up the next morning feeling damn good.
That was some of the best fucking sex I’d had in some time. And yes, as a guy, I always had good sex, but there was good sex and there was “holy fuck” sex, and Leigh was the latter. That just never happened with club bunnies.
Call it being used to it or just boredom or whatever, but the fake tits girls who just laid there while you went inside were fun for, like, a month or two before it just became the equivalent of fucking a sex doll. No one ever said anything to the contrary because who the fuck else was getting laid with strippers and models the way we were, outside of maybe the local pro athletes? But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t eventually get old.
But Leigh, though.
Fuck.
Just rolling over, seeing her hair flop down to the bed, her bare back turned to me, had me hard and stiff all over again. And that was saying something, considering we’d gone at it multiple times through the night. There was a high sex drive, and then there was a high sex drive elevated by what Leigh fucking did to me.
For now, though, I just rolled back over and thought about the day ahead. I didn’t really care to go back to the clubhouse and face more drama. I gave a shit about the club, but I was tired of going in and butting heads with my father. Maybe I’d just take the day off, ask Spawn to watch—he was usually good for plugging the leaks in our leadership ranks. Shit, maybe I’d get Leigh to skip work and we could just lie here naked all day and do nothing but go at it.
There were worse things in life to deal with.
I gave it a few minutes to see if Leigh would wake up, but she seemed deep into her slumber. I checked the time—it was barely after eight. I always woke up earlier than normal after sex, maybe because my body wanted more of it, but I was surprised a working-class woman wouldn’t have gotten up by now.
Maybe she felt the same way I did about her office?
Either way, I decided to ignore it and headed for the bathroom to shower. The combination of gasoline, pussy, and skin-on-skin contact had created quite a mix of scents, one that, while somewhat intoxicating, was probably something I didn’t want to walk around in all day. I walked naked over, still hard and ready to enter Leigh at a moment’s notice, turned on the hot water, and stepped inside.
The process of washing off and getting clean took, at most, two minutes. Nevertheless, I lingered in there, hoping that Leigh might make an entry and allow for some more fun. I’d always found shower sex to be a tad overrated, but something could be overrated and still be an absolute fucking delight. Alas, she seemed like quite the heavy sleeper. After I waited so long that the hot water started to chill, I turned off the shower, dried myself off, and walked back into my bedroom naked.
Only to find Leighstillasleep. I actually walked over close to make sure she was still breathing, which she was, but goddamn, I had never seen anyone sleep so much on a Friday morning.She does have a job, right?
I went back under the covers, still naked, still hoping for something to happen. I must have laid there like a fool for close to twenty minutes before I finally just assumed either Leigh was truly the deepest sleeper I had ever fucked, or she was waiting for me to leave so she could get dressed and go. Fortunately for her, my hunger was starting to win out, so eventually, I threw on some gym shorts and headed toward my kitchen.
I just grabbed whatever I could—eggs, some biscuits, some orange juice. It was not the most refined meal ever, but I wasn’t exactly known as a culinary expert. I grabbed some cold coffee that I hadn’t finished from the day before and threw it in the microwave.
As I waited for the microwave to finish and the eggs to start cooking, I thought about how I was going to handle today. I’d come out too hot yesterday; if I had to ask Spawn to leave the room, that was a sign things were getting too intense. I could undercut my dad and just do my own investigation, but…
Actually, come to think of it, perhaps that wasn’t the worst approach ever. If I could just do the work to try and pry King across from the inside without having to disrupt my father, what did it matter? Obviously, to have the whole club behind it would work better, but…
Maybe I just needed to play the damn game for the sake of the club. Choose the less effective option that kept the peace to a greater level. Not ideal, but—
Creaaaaak.
Well, I guess Leigh finally woke up.
I grabbed another couple of eggs and cracked them open into skillet, figuring the least I could do was serve her some of my food. I also took out a sausage-egg-and-cheese biscuit from the freezer; it would need to wait until after the coffee warmed up, but it was an option.
I was surprised to find my stomach doing small flips at the prospect of seeing her this early in the morning. What would she look like without the lust of the night before? How would she feel? Would she be aroused and happy to see me? Or would she ask for a ride back and shamefully hang her head? It seemed to go in—
She turned the corner, wearing just her underwear with the top that she had on last night. She had on no bra. As far as morning appearances went, it was pretty damn hard to do much better than that. No one looked put together in the morning—doing so would have seemed almost too fake to be true—but she looked the perfect combination of hot mess and pretty.
“Well, this is something to wake up to,” she said, eying my body up and down. Immediately, I got stiff again. Leigh noticed and chuckled.
She came up to me and leaned her body into mine, pulling me in for a hug. I was surprised how much I relished it. It wasn’t just physically feeling good—it was emotionally uplifting.
“Sleep well?”
“Yeah, someone knocked me out good,” she said with a scratchy laugh.
“I was almost thinking you were sleeping too well. I figured you had to get to work at some point—”
Leigh made a “pfft” sound and waved her hand as she looked at me.
