Slowly, carefully, Gabriel pulls his fingers out. I gasp, surprised at how empty I feel without him there.
“Spencer,” he says, eyes half-lidded. “You are one hot man.”
I laugh, but I can’t make words. I just breathe heavy, still shocked that I just had a tongue in my hole. He holds me until I start to weakly sit up, but I’m dizzy, and I quickly sink back onto the bed.
Gabriel strokes the side of my face. “Just relax,” he says. “You earned it.”
I close my eyes. It feels like I’m floating, like the world has disappeared.
The next thing I know, I fall into a deep, deep sleep.
CHAPTERNINE
GABRIEL
After watching Spencer snore,face flat against the pillow and arms spread, I decide to spend the night on the couch.
There’s plenty of room in the massive bed. Probably wouldn’t even wake him if I climbed in, but I don’t. I highly doubt he would be comfortable sharing a bed with me, and I’m not about to wake him to ask.
The man just looks so damn peaceful when he’s asleep. It’s hard to tear my eyes away. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath is hypnotic, and after two earth-shaking orgasms, his muscles are uncoiled, the tension he normally carries gone.
I drift off for a while on the couch and wake when the sun is just starting to rise. For a while, I lie there, hoping to fall back asleep. But the presence of the gorgeous, naked jock snoozing in my bed is distracting.
I’m not used to my hookups sleeping over. Casual sex usually means the date leaves after the orgasms are cleaned up. That must be the reason why my chest feels tight when I watch him.
Yawning, I quietly make a cup of coffee and fetch my guitar. After plugging in my headphones, I rest on the couch and mess around with the arrangement of a few songs, chords that have been preoccupying my thoughts. Spencer will be up early, I’m sure, and I can already picture him running out the door like he did after our wedding night.
Just hope he’s not too ashamed. That would ruin the memory, and fuck if he didn’t give me some good memories last night.
“What are you playing?”
I turn, and he’s sitting up, the sheet wrapped over his lower body. He looks tired, eyes barely open.
He’s cute when he’s tired, and an unfamiliar warmth fills my chest.
Is this the same uptight man that I’ve been bickering with for days?
“Hey.” I set my guitar aside. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. Sorry. I must have crashed. Didn’t plan to sleep over.”
I wave my hand to dismiss that. “You’re good, man. Nothing like a good sleep after a couple explosive orgasms.”
He coughs out a laugh as he rubs his hand over his face. “That did happen.”
I chuckle. “Too early? Let me get you a coffee.” I walk over to the machine in my boxer briefs. “What do you take in it? Parisian goat milk or something?”
He frowns at me. “Just a splash of creamer.”
I fix it the way he asks, and when I turn around, he’s pulled his briefs on. I feel like I should grab his shoulder and do something affectionate when I hand it off, but I stop myself.
Yesterday was a treat. Today, we’re back to business.
“Shit,” he says, popping awake fully and returning to form. “I didn’t call Alyssa last night.” He scrambles for his pants, pulls his phone out of his pocket, and sighs while he scrolls through. “Good. Our teams didn’t need us, at least. They have the plan ready to present today.”
I clear my throat as I sit on the end of the bed. “Coffee before business?”
He looks like he’s about to refute me but, after a moment of consideration, puts his phone down and returns to his coffee. “You didn’t say. What were you playing?”
