“What are your plans for tomorrow?”
I ran my hand along his arm at my waist. “I’m calling Jacksonville University in the morning to see if they received my transcripts and verify how many credits will transfer with me. After I know that, I’ll have to get in touch with my adviser in Gainesville.”
“Would it be better to be on campus to do that?”
I shook my head. “I doubt it. What about you? Are the brothers sending you to the pawn shop or did they assign you some other crappy job?”
“Didn’t say yet. Supposed to get a text at six, letting me know where to be.”
The alarm clock on his nightstand read eleven-forty-five.
I snuggled into his hold. “We should get some sleep, then. Good night, Raff.”
He groaned. “Do you know what you do to me when you wiggle like that? We both just came pretty damned hard. Don’t tempt me, Lex.”
I fought against a grin. “Sorry about that. I’m just getting comfy.”
He nipped my shoulder. “Sure you are. Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Five days later, on Friday morning, my eyes flew open and I leaned up to check the time. It was a quarter to nine. I darted my arm out to Rafferty’s sleeping bulk.
He groaned sleepily.
“Raff, you’re late. The brothers are gonna—”
“Not late. I’m off for today through Wednesday,” he said, his voice husky with sleep.
“Oh.”
I settled back under the covers. Rafferty flung them off both of us.
“Hey! I was gonna go back to sleep.”
He rolled on top of me. “Maybe when I’m through with you.”
I spread my legs and rubbed my hands up and down the ridges of his muscular back. “What are you going to do to me?”
His lips caressed my neck. “Make love to you, shower with you, and after that, take a cat nap with you.”
“Just a cat nap?”
He raised his head and caught my gaze. “Yeah. We’re riding back to your place after lunch today so you can get your books.”
“You aren’t loading your bike into your truck?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not if I don’t have to, and I’m pretty fuckin’ sure you’ll like the ride much better on my bike than in my truck.”
I brought my hands up to his cheeks and gave him a quick kiss. “Yeah. I definitely like the sound of that plan.”
Chapter twenty
Stop Right There
Rafferty
Heavyknockssoundedatthe door. My gut said those were cop-knocks, but plenty of people wielded heavy-handed knocks.
