“You always were a sucker for a redhead. Any blondes hiding in the wardrobe, or can I actually get some sleep tonight?”
I sit against the headboard in Dom’s double bed, wondering where he will sleep. The room is much more lived in with all his belongings scattered across the surfaces. They must have a sofa, though I haven’t been in the living room yet.
He casually wanders into his room, still completely bollock naked without a care in the world. No matter how many times I seeit, I can’t stop staring.
“You don’t have to worry about my brother. He knows I don’t share.” He lifts the duvet, then slides under the blanket.
“You’re sleeping in here?”
“Well, it is my bed. Where else would I sleep?”
“I don’t know. The couch?”
“Be my guest, but it’s not very comfortable.” He rolls over, turning away from me. An angel covers the expanse of his back, the wings reaching his shoulders. Similar to the one his brother had on his chest.
My eyes trace the outline of the ink over his muscles. “Can you at least put some clothes on?”
“I sleep naked. Night, little fox.” He switches the lamp off, shrouding us in darkness. The view of the beautiful, smiling angel no longer comforts me.
Sliding down the bed, I shove the few scatter cushions between us like a barrier, but I have no idea how I’m going to get any sleep now. I’m no longer caught in a snare. I’m on the freakin’ dinner plate, but it seems my hound likes to nap before meals.
7
DOM
Dawn shines through the slatted blinds, but the only chorus I hear is the one from my singing cock as I lie here in bed. Her leg tangles with mine while her head uses my chest for a pillow. The delicious weight of her thigh pressing against my balls and her fiery curls splayed out across my shoulder, has my dick leaking from the slit.
There was no fucking way I was sleeping on the couch last night, not while she was here in my bed. I fought the urge to snake my arm around her waist all fucking night, then I woke up to this. My little fox, clinging to me like her life depends on it.
She stirs in her sleep, her leg lifting slightly, rubbing against my balls. It would be rubbing against my dick if it weren’t hard as a rock against my stomach. I’m not sure how long before my control snaps, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m moving her.
There’s a gentle purr, vibrating against my chest like a contented pet in their owner’s lap. Saliva drips from her mouth onto my skin. A mental image of her saliva coating my full length as I fist her flaming hair conjures in my mind, causing a growl of pleasure to rumble from my chest. She stirs, locking her eyes onto mine.
“Morning, Red.”
She glances down, then shifts her leg from me. “You’re still naked?”
“You can pet it if you like. I know you can’t take your eyes off it.” I can’t hide the grin on my face, watching the battle in her gaze. Her emerald eyes are alight with the heat of a chemical reactor, telling me she wants me as much as I want her. “It won’t bite, but I might.”
“Ugh, you’re relentless.” She rolls away, untangling herself from the sheets.
“You’re the one that’s been dry humping me for the last half an hour.” I lift my arms, stretching out, then rest my palms behind my head.
“I need my clothes. I left them in your brother’s bathroom.”
Jumping out of bed, I grab some boxers from my drawer, slip them on, then walk across the hall to Dan’s room. He has his own stuff going on right now, but we always work together when needed. I shake his shoulder. His tattoo of a smiling skull laughs at me, just like Dan will when he finds out I’ve been stalking Poppy for weeks. “Wake up, we have stuff to do.”
“Let me sleep.”
“I need you to help me tow her car from the club.” I gather her clothes folded neatly in the bathroom, her black lace knickers peeking out from her folded skirt. A toothbrush rests on the sink, and I grab that too, along with her bag.
Dan cracks open one eye. “How come she was in my bed and not yours? Are you having women trouble, little brother?”
I glare at him with a clenched jaw. “She’ll come around. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s gonna be calling me her Dom by the time I’m done.”
He chuckles. “You got your hands full there, mate.” I know what he means by ‘hands full’ and I can only imagine what her big tits might feel like in my palms. My dick still hasn’t gone down, and I adjust myself as I walk back into my room.
Her fingers glide along the desk, over my books on criminal minds and the army knife next to the black rope. She sucks in a breath as she realises I’m back in the room. “What is this for?” She lifts the black rope along with an eyebrow.
