I drift off, clutching Blair tightly to me, hoping my erratic heartbeat doesn’t wake her up.
12
BLAIR
I waketo deep vibrations in my ear, and in my disoriented state, I wonder if one of my cats somehow had an appetite stimulant.
Marlin has had them before when he stopped eating after a teeth cleaning, and it made him the most aggressive purr machine I’ve ever encountered.
There’s no reason a cat’s purr should ever be this deep or loud.
I also wonder why Mervin and Marlin suddenly weigh far more than they used to.
I crack open an eye, adjusting to the haziness of being half-awake, and am greeted by a head of dark brown hair.
Ryland lays half on top of me, his mouth nuzzled in the crook of my neck, his chest rumbling with a deep purr.
It feels exquisite and hypnotizing in a way that I haven’t experienced for years.
Part of me wants to go back to sleep, but the other part knows I need to get to work.
I somehow made myself comfy on their couch, and Ryland made himself comfy on me. Tilting my head up slightly, I can see Rowan passed out on the cushions as well, leaning his neck on the opposite armrest in a way that can’t be comfortable.
Travis dozes on the other section of the couch, his hands behind his head, his eyes closed and his brow relaxed.
The scene is peaceful, and their scents calm me.
They smell like smoke, moss, rain, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
I shift again, moving my legs from underneath Ryland carefully, trying not to wake him up.
He grumbles in his sleep and nuzzles against my mating gland, making me gasp softly. I dig my nails into his scalp, pulling lightly on his dark strands to get him to move, but he simply increases his purr.
And holy shit, does it feel good.
So good I grit my teeth and shift underneath him, my cunt throbbing at the sensation of his mouth at my mating gland.
It sends a shockwave directly to my clit, and my nipples pebble in anticipation.
Ryland, it turns out, sleeps like the dead. It takes physically shoving him off me to get him to move, and even then, he simply stirs in his slumber. Once I’m able to sit up, he reaches out for me in his sleep, letting out a groan.
I swallow and grab my phone off the coffee table as quietly as possible, careful not to wake anyone up.
Why does it feel so shameful to leave like this? It’s not like we slept together.
But last night, I was much too vulnerable.
I admitted things I never wanted to speak about again. It was physically painful to talk about them to Travis, and knowing Ryland and Rowan heard me doesn’t help at all.
They know far more about me than I was ready for them to learn, and now all my fears are exposed.
Even if they don’t believe me, the car crashismy fault.
Sighing, I check my phone.
I’ve slept for about three hours.
My back aches a little from the awkward sleeping position, but besides that, I’m more well-rested than I’ve been in a while.
