And she snored. Though I’d never tell her that.
It was kind of cute.
I take it back. It wasn’t cute. But I’d get over it because she was lovely to look at while she slept.
Though watching a woman while she slept could probably be construed as creepy.
I stretched my arms carefully over my head, trying not to disturb Morgan.
I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept more than two hours after we had finally finished shagging each other’s brains out.
Because there had been a lot of shagging.
With many positions in varying degrees of difficulty.
When we were finished, Morgan had passed right out. I had been forced to fight for the tiny scrap of mattress I was now laid on. And when I tried to gently move her over during the night she had elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.
The woman had some boney elbows.
Now it was morning. Light was shining through the window. It was too bright to go back to sleep. She really needed to get some black out curtains. It felt like I was lying on the surface of the goddamned sun.
I tried to inch away from the edge of the bed but Morgan kicked my leg so I didn’t push it. I feared her flailing limbs.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept over at a woman’s house. It was probably Nikki, my girlfriend from more than three years ago when I was living in Guildford.
Or was it Diana, the girl I had dated briefly right before signing with Chester?
Regardless it had been a while.
And now I remembered why.
Because sleeping in another person’s bed sucked. Especially when they took up all the room and snored like a freight train.
But it was easy to over look that when they had a body like Morgan Carter. The blanket pooled at her waist and her breasts were on full display.
I lifted the duvet and carefully peeled it back so I could see all of her. I was definitely a perv. I grinned as I took in the sight of her.
And that fellas, is why I spent the night.
Fuck me she was fit.
We had screwed four times last night.
Four times.
Not a record for me by any means, but still an impressive number.
Which is why this morning I felt like I had been run over by a lorry. My groin muscles ached and I was pretty sure there were nail marks on my arse cheeks.
I picked up my phone from where I left it on her bedside table and checked the time. It was almost noon.
Shit.
I had practice in an hour. And I still had to go home and get my kit before heading to the training grounds.
But I couldn’t be asked to move out of her bed.
Because I was hoping for round five when she finally woke up.
