“Fuck off!” I make sure to yell loud enough for the whole fucking club to hear me.
“Hey man, whatta you wanna do with this sweet looking dagger?”
Is he fucking kidding me?.
“I said, fuck off!” Who cock blocks like that? In a fucking sex club?
“Come on, Casanova, let’s finish this off at home. There are a couple of rooms that we haven’t tried out yet.” Berkleigh always knows how to calm me down, but the thought of having to put pants on with my dick this hard is giving me a migraine.
“I’m not a fan of blue balls. Someone needs to pay for this.”
“Stop being a baby and unshackle me.”
“See? Baby is catching on.” I grin, knowing she’s most likely thinking of a hundred ways to make me regret that quip.
“Ugh, it’ll never be a thing!”
It already is.
As soon as we get back home—after finding the Reaper who cock blocked me and threatening him with bodily harm—there’s a sort of serenity that falls over us. We’ve turned a chapter, maybe even moved onto book two of the series. Our awakening as a couple. We’re fucked up and just this side of sane, but it’s fine. Who the fuck needs normal anyway?
First thing I did was hold true to my promise and fuck the sass right out of Berkleigh’s system. We’re lying in our bed, me on my back with my Sweet Bee sprawled out over me. It’s my favorite position. I’m the rock and she’s the octopus wrapping all her limbs around me.
Her breathing is getting more and more rhythmic, which is the perfect time to ask her questions because her guard is completely down.
“Do you have anything left in your house that’s of value? Sentimental or otherwise?” My hand is lolling her to sleep as it traces a soft trail up and down her spine.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” I’m only checking that she’s thought about it thoroughly so there aren’t any regrets.
“Yes.” Her body burrows in a little more, like being skin to skin everywhere isn’t enough for her. I fucking love that. “No!” Her head snaps up and our gazes meet. “My bedroom closet. I have your notes from when we were kids.”
My breath hitches at her words. I forgot all about those notes. We used to pass them around in class and sometimes I’d come over to her house and slide them under her door and leave.
“I don’t have the ones you gave me. My dad burned them all when he found them the summer I went to my uncle’s cabin.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, and to be fair, I hadn’t thought of those notes for years.
“He was such an asshole. I’m sorry.” Her arms wrap even tighter around me and I’m surprised it’s possible at this point.
“That he was. Where are the notes?”
“In my closet, under the shoe rack, all the way in the back.” Ouch.
“Trying not to think about me, Sweet Bee?” Her only response is a moan and I can feel her body getting heavier and heavier as the seconds pass.
Meanwhile, my brain goes into overdrive and a plan starts to take form. The more elaborate it gets, the bigger my grin.
Twenty minutes pass and Berkleigh is out like a fucking light.
Careful not to wake her, I slide out from beneath her and wait to make sure she stays asleep before spreading the duvet over her naked body. I’ll be back in no time.
It’s late as I run down the steps, grabbing my shirt and jeans on the way. I slide my feet into winter boots and step outside. Berkleigh’s house keys were in her purse upstairs so I swiped those on the way. I don’t actually need them since I have doubles of them—I’ll keep that tidbit to myself—but they’re in my office and swiping hers was simpler.
Taking the stairs two at a time, memories of my childhood come rushing by the closer I get to her room.
Birthday parties with her parents and a few kids from the neighborhood her mother would invite. Everyone pretended to get along.
Late nights watching cartoons and playing board games.
