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I rest my head on his side. “I did, it was perfect,” I say, staring at the fire and wondering what I did to deserve this kind of peace.

Chapter Twelve

Vero

I am having the best dream when I feel myself drawn toward the waking world. For a moment I think I must still be in a dream—a sexy dream—as when I blink my eyes open and look down I see Kayla peering up at me, with my cock in her mouth.

She pulls back and smiles. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she murmurs, wrapping her hand around my base and stroking me.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Brawley told me to be creative waking you up.”

She leans back down and takes me back into her mouth. I drop my head onto my pillow and decide this is how I want to be woken every day.

“Fuck, I love him and you. Best morning ever.”

She laughs around my cock as she slowly sucks me, her tongue moving along the underside lightly. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I moan as I tangle my fingers in her hair. She takes me deeper, and my hips lift off the bed.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I groan, meaning her teasing pace and slow movements.

She hums in response, and the vibration travels through me.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

She pulls back and does something with her tongue that feels like it rewires my brain, making me tighten my grip on her hair. “Kayla!”

“Mmhmm?”

“I need more of that.”

She glances up, and I see the amusement in her eyes, then she takes her time getting back to it, kissing along my length with both her hands fixed on my thighs.

I can’t take my eyes off her lithe body.

When she finally takes me back into her mouth again, the slowness is gone. She finds a steady rhythm, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. The combination is just right, and my thoughts stop being coherent.

I drop one of my hands to the sheets and fist them. Her mouth is so warm and perfect, I want to come all over her already, though I try as hard as I can to hold back. But when her suction changes, I have no hope, and my entire body trembles.

“Fuck,” comes out in a strangled gurgle. “I’m going to come.”

She doesn’t pull back, even when I try to lift her off by her hair. Kayla sucks down every last drop of my cum until there is nothing left, and I think my brain short-circuits at that moment.

Then she pulls back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I would like to file a complaint,” I tell her with a huff.

“About what?” she asks, her brow scrunching.

“The fact that you waited so long to do that.”

She laughs as she moves up the bed, and I pull her down to my side. Kayla curls up against me, her head on my chest, and I press my mouth to the top of her head and hold her there. My brain is quiet; that normally only happens after Brawley fucks the thoughts out of me, and it hasn’t had time to fill back up yet.

I hate the quiet. It’s when the noise is gone and thoughts start to slowly creep back in. What Aaron said fills my mind. I have been trying to push it out, but here it is yet again.

Kayla is drawing patterns on my chest with one finger, and as I watch her, I wonder if now is the right time to bring it up. My head tells me there will never be a right time, but if I keep it locked away too long, it could cause me to spiral. And that would hit when it’s inconvenient, like it always does.

“I need to tell you something, but I don’t know when to do it. I feel like my brain will keep it locked away and then spill it out when it’s not a good time.”