“I am never going to let you two go out by yourself again, that’s for sure,” Clay chimes in.
I lean my forehead against Xander’s, huffing a laugh. “Called it.”
THIRTY
“You haveto stop being such a goddamn mother hen, or I am going to kick your fine ass right out of this room.” Xander’s voice echoes through the hallway as I ascend the stairs on the guys’ side of the house.
I can’t help but smile to myself at his grumpy tone.
His bossy side is so damn hot.
They wanted to keep Xander in the hospital overnight to ensure the concussion was mild, a decision he vehemently protested but had no choice but to follow.
We stayed as long as the hospital staff allowed but got kicked out in the evening. That didn’t stop Clay from sneaking back in during the night to stay with him, though.
Even though they released him this morning, they wanted him to be under constant watch today so he can be taken back to the hospital if anything changes.
I knock on the door that is slightly ajar, opening it wider. “Sounds like you guys are having fun,” I comment, my voice lighthearted.
Clay, already dressed in his cop uniform and looking fucking bitable, turns toward me with a mock expression of exhaustion. “Thank God.”
He walks up to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes my heart race. His gaze rakes over me in a way that sends shivers down my spine. He closes the distance between us, his gentle fingers gripping my head as he leans in to capture my lips in a kiss that still feels as electrifying as the first time.
My stomach does a flip, and I get all jittery inside.
A soft, genuine smile graces his handsome face when he finally breaks the kiss. “Hey,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection.
“Hey,” I whisper, my smile mirroring his.
“I like it when you smile,” he admits, his eyes twinkling with adoration. “But I love it when I am the reason you do.”
That went straight to my heart.
And my pussy.
He leans in again, planting another sweet peck on my lips before reluctantly releasing me. “He’s yours now too, so sorry-not-sorry,” he adds with a smirk.
As Clay makes his way toward the door, ready to head out, he pauses for a moment. “Bye, babe, and remember, you should not move too much!”
He closes the door just in time to avoid the missile in the form of a pillow that whizzes through the air, striking the solid wood of the door with a thud before falling to the floor.
Clay only snickers as he walks away.
“Someone is in a good mood,” I comment, smiling at Xander, who looks so fucking grumpy, sitting on the bed with his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. Standing next to him, I place my backpack beside the bed, determined to change his mood. “Lean back.”
“Carolina, I swear if you start now, too, with telling me what to do—” he starts to protest, but I press my hand against his chest, effectively silencing him.
“Lean back,” I repeat, and this time, he gives in.
Climbing up the bed, I sit in his lap, straddling him. I reach into my hoodie pocket, taking out a piece of chocolate. After tearing open the packet, I hold it out in front of his lips. “Open,” I order, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I gaze at him.
Xander returns my smile with his own, making my heart race and my shoulders feel lighter. He obediently parts his lips for me, and I place the chocolate on his tongue. He grips my thighs, squeezing them while he sucks on the chocolate. His grip on my thighs tightens, making my pussy throb, then his entire demeanor shifts, and the tension in his body seems to melt away with the chocolate in his mouth.
“Better?” I whisper, leaning in to gently push a few loose strands of hair behind his ear, my eyes locked onto his.
Instead of answering, he gently grabs the back of my neck and brings my lips to his. The unexpected move brings tingles to my stomach. He kisses me, unhurried and slow, tasting like chocolate. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest. He gives me a few more soft kisses before he leans back, smiling slightly, and I am reminded of what a beautiful man he is.
And he is mine.
