“5a.m.! No fucking way! I’m out.” I tried to disentangle myself from him, but it seemed like he found a way to keep my bed-hogging problem at bay—by restraining me. He was wrapped around me like an octopus.
“Jake, I can’t be up this early. I’m going to be a monster,” I groaned. This was so not happening to me. I thought Rayne was bad by waking up at 6a.m.
His grip loosened and his hands started roaming. I felt his cock behind me start to grow hard.
“Seriously? No, you go to work. I’m going back to sleep.” I closed my eyes, trying to do just that.
A hot mouth touched my bare neck, sending a bolt of electricity through my skin.
“I’ll make the hours worth it.” I scoffed, but boy did he ever.
An hour later, I was dressed in a pair of leggings tucked into a pair of fashion biker boots and a button up denim tunic, my hair was pulled back into a nice bun, with minimal makeup. Jake was, of course, looking fine in his signature Henley shirt, jeans, and boots, with a wee bit of scruff on his face that felt fabulous between my legs this morning.
We didn’t have morning sex, because he said there wasn’t enough time, which I rolled my eyes at. I mean, really. We could have had a quickie and been all set.
“Hop on.” He sat on an ATV and patted the back for me. Ugh, this was so not my thing, but I did it anyway. I straddled the machine and hugged Jake around the waist tightly. I was scared I’d fall off.
“We won’t be going fast; you don’t have to hold on if you don’t want to.” I kept holding on. Last time I trusted a man around here, I almost lost a finger.
