Rebekah let out a huff at my directions, but did what I asked her to do. There was still a little bit of fire in her, but if she wasn’t careful, that attitude was going to land her with a hot bottom.
It didn’t take me long to make sure the house was secured. Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway of my room, taking in the scene before me.
She might have said she wasn’t tired, but it seemed like I knew my Little brat better than she knew herself. Rebekah was curled up on my side of the bed, her clothes left on a pile at the bottom of the bed. She looked as snug as a bug in a rug wrapped up in my blanket.
No way was she sleeping on the side closest to the door, though. Gently sliding my hands under her, I shifted her to the other side of the bed, placing myself between her and the bedroom door.
I wasn’t prepared for the blanket to shift and reveal smooth, creamy skin. I couldn’t hold back the deep groan that escaped my throat. It seemed like my sassy minx didn’t completely follow my directions. Instead of changing into my shirt, Rebekah had decided to strip naked and crawl right into my bed.
There was no way I was going to rest knowing that she was in my arms with only a blanket between us. What I wouldn’t do to be that blanket. Rolling my eyes at my very naughty thoughts, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. If I fell asleep, it would be a miracle.
Guess miracles still happened,because I didn’t know how long I actually slept before I was woken up by the girl in my arms.There was a feather-like touch running through my beard. Reaching a hand up, I threaded my fingers through hers. I pulled her hand close and placed a kiss against the back of her hand before settling it against my chest.
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” Rebekah whispered.
“I wasn’t the only sleepy head in this bed, Little brat,” I replied, digging a finger into her side, causing her giggles to float to my ears.
“I probably could have slept a little longer, but your phone kept pinging on the bedside table. I was worried it might be something important, so I might have taken a peek to see what was going on.”
Raising my eyebrows, I grabbed my phone from where she had dropped it on the bed. I was surprised that I had slept through the notifications. Normally, the slightest sound woke me up. After swiping my thumb across the screen, I noticed that the group chat with the guys was pulled up.
Scanning over the messages, I bit back a groan.
Josh: Anyone up for a poker night?
Matt: I’m always down to kick y’all’s asses at poker.
Seth: Isn’t it you who is usually getting their ass kicked?
Patrick: Be careful, Seth. Don’t poke the bear too much.
Eric: I’d love to come play poker. I missed the last game night.
Josh: Yeah, how is Charity doing?
Eric: She’s much better now. I can text her to see if she is free to watch Sarah for a few hours.
Chase: If she’s not, you know, we don’t mind if you bring the little spirit with you.
Beau: Uh… So Beau is asleep rn, but he might want to play poker too.
Josh: Pipsqueak!
Seth: Bex!
Matt: Hey, shortstuff!
Beau: Hi, guys! I can wake him up and see if he wants to play.
Zack: Don’t wake the grumpy asshole. Are you supposed to be napping with him?
Beau: Uh…. No?
Matt: Mhm… I’m not sure we believe that. Your secret is safe with us though.
Josh: Anyway, when he wakes up, just let him know we are coming over for poker night at his house.
Eric: You’ll be there too, right, Bex?
