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A smile spreads across my face as I pick it up and read it again. I rummage in his cupboards for a mug, and once I find one I like—a Toronto Blue Jays mug that looks like it’s been through the dishwasher a few too many times—I pour myself a big steaming cup of coffee and load it with sugar.
I have no idea what time we got to bed last night, but it was late. Or, early, I guess. After all the talking, there was kissing. Decker’s face somehow wound up between my legs. Then there was more fucking. No games this time. Just his arms wrapped tight around me, lips on mine, cock pounding into me, another leg-shaking, mind-melting orgasm. Then finally, after my pulse evened out, sleep.
My body has been running solely off sex and coffee all week.
It’s not the worst way to live.
A rumble sounds from somewhere down the street. A sound that’s as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. Bone-shaking vibrations rattle the windows, quaking in my chest, sending tremors up my spine.
The deep thrum of a motorcycle.
It gets louder and louder, before the sound cuts off. A few moments later, Decker walks into the house, black leather jacket zipped up tight, helmet under his arm, looking a little tired, a little… something.
He stops dead when he sees me, his eyes widening a little.
I set down my mug. “Hey.”
He tilts his head, assessing me, giving me this strange look I can’t quite read. “Hey,” he says carefully. “Been snooping in my closet?”
“Oh. Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t ready to put on pants yet and needed something cozy. Don’t worry. I didn’t break anything.” I give him a small smile. When he doesn’t respond, I motion to theMcMaster Universitystamped across the front of his sweater.“Did you end up going away for school? For some reason I thought you stuck close to home.”
He rubs the back of his neck and steps into the kitchen. Then he drops his helmet onto the countertop. “That was, uh, Em’s, actually. She did her nursing degree there.”
My stomach drops. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’ll take this off.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I sidestep him, heading for his bedroom to change, but he grabs me by the arm and tugs me back.
“You’re good, Gracie. All right? You can relax. You’re not triggering me into some spiral of depression. I can see her clothes without having a meltdown. I honestly forgot I had that thing.”
I let out a breath, my shoulders lowering. “Right. I think I’ll take it off anyway. It’s a little… I don’t know. Weird.”
With a nod, he backs me against the fridge and tugs up the hem of the sweater. In one quick move, he peels it off and tosses it onto the counter. When he’s met with my bare tits, he grins.
“Better?” He grabs my ass and pulls me up against him.
I circle my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. “Much.”
“Bottom drawer of my dresser. Where all mycozyshit is. For next time.”
I grin.Next time.
The smile he gives me feels a little… hollow. I study his face, his tired eyes, the scruff climbing up his cheeks, the exhaustion etched into his features.
“Where did you go?” I ask, grasping his hair at his nape. “Did you… even sleep?”
His eyes dart to one side, and then, with another one of those empty smiles, says, “Had to take care of something for work.”
I arch a brow. “In the middle of the night?”
Shrugging, he buries his face in the crook of my shoulder, pulling in a deep inhale, like he’s breathing me in. As his breath hits that sensitive little spot behind my ear, goose bumps rush over me and my nipples peak against the cold leather of his jacket. The grip he has on my ass tightens, and he runs his teeth over my shoulder, his tongue over the column of my throat.
“I need to fuck you,” he growls, his fingers a bruising grip against my flesh, his breath more ragged. His mouth quickly finds mine, and he pulls me into a hard kiss. It’s dominating, all-consuming. Our tongues in perfect synchronicity as his lips envelop mine.
His kiss is a little harsher than usual, a little more punishing. Teeth biting a little too hard. Fingers digging in too deep. I don’t mind the hurt. It’s one of my favourite things about how Decker fucks. He isn’t gentle. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
