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Iwake up confused, not sure where I am.I really need to stop waking up like this. I take in my surroundings. The last thing I remember is watching movies. I realize I’m still in the theater room, but it’s completely dark.
I move slightly and feel a hand around my waist twitch. Apparently, I’m still laying on Valen, but at some point, I’ve moved from my back and am now tangled chest to chest around him. My head is resting on his chest, and my knee is hiked up over his hips. He has an arm wrapped around my waist, and the other is gripping my wrist which is resting dangerously low on his stomach.
He’s breathing slow and even, completely asleep. I slip my wrist free from Valen’s grip and place my arm on the other side of his chest. I lift the weight of my torso off of him and slowly try to slide off without waking him up. I hover above him, getting my leg to the other side of his body when I feel two hands grab my hips and bring them down on top of him.
I freeze for a moment, heat rushing to where our hips are now connected, but I think he’s still asleep. I wait for a minute, and when nothing else happens, I continue to slide myself off. I’ve barely moved when Valen grinds himself up into my straddling thighs.
His hardness connects with me perfectly, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. He does it again, and I do everything I can not to make any more noise. I watch as his eyes open lazily taking in our position.
“Hey,” he greets me, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
“Hey. Sorry, I was trying to move without waking you up, but you’re not making it easy,” I explain, pointing to where he’s holding on to my hips. Valen chuckles sleepily and easily lifts me up and off of him.
“Don’t be sorry. I like waking up to a beautiful female on top of me.” He winks and stretches out.
I chuckle and offer him my hand. He takes it and pulls himself up. I should look away when he adjusts himself, but my raging hormones have apparently fried my brain, so I just gawk. Eventually, I look up to find Valen smirking at me.
“Sorry," I mumble contritely and then mentally execute a facepalm for getting caught staring at his dick.
I start to walk away before I do anything crazy like jump him. Valen chuckles and follows me up the stairs. I reach our level first and turn around to tell him good night. He pulls his eyes up quickly to my face, and I realize he was looking at my ass.
“Not sorry,” he mocks, with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. I shake my head smiling, and he chuckles as we head to our rooms.
“Goodnight," I whisper-shout over my shoulder.
“If you’re in the mood for more cuddling you know where I am," Valen calls back before he walks through his bedroom door, leaving it open a crack behind him.
I pause, my hand on my doorknob. Holy hell, it’s all I can do not to follow him into his room. I put my forehead against the cold wood of my door and breathe. The coolness feels amazing against my fevered skin and I again find myself wondering if something is messing with me.
Why is being around these guys with magic turning me into a lusty hot mess? I walk into my bedroom and strip out of my pants and bra. I crawl into my amazingly comfy bed, and I’m unconscious before I can make any sense of what’s going on with me.
18
Pounding on my door shocks me awake. I rush to the door and swing it open, adrenaline slamming through my veins.
“What? What’s wrong?” I demand, sweeping sleep-mussed hair out of my face.
“Good morning Bruiser," Bastien teases.
“Why are you beating down the door?”
Bastien smiles sweetly at me. “Because when I knocked on the door softly, you didn’t answer.”
“For fuck’s sake," I moan as I try to slam the door on him.
I turn and crawl back into bed. Seconds later, my covers are ripped away, and I groan an objection. “What about slamming the door in your face gave you the impression that you were invited in?” I mumble into my pillow. I hear two sets of chuckles but don’t lift my head to see who the other laugh belongs to.
“Come on Bruiser, wake up. We’re all waiting for you to go out and play.”
“What are you, seven? I’m not interested in babysitting today. Thanks anyway.”
I reach for my phone, and the light of the clock blinds me.
“Bastien, it’s not even eight yet. What the fuck’s with the early morning harassment?”
“We got woken up early, and if we can’t sleep in, then you can’t sleep in. Didn’t Lachlan tell you the rules of the house?”
