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May your womb sprout the best of us, My Sunshine. It is a fervent prayer and a plea.
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I jerk awake suddenly. There's a bang at the door, and I freeze, listening, my heart constricting in my chest. It's oddly silent after the bang and my first reaction is making sure Mel is safe.
She isn't in bed, but there's the sound of water rushing in the bathroom to let me know where she is. The sheets are slightly warm when I pat around, which means she's just been out of bed.
I groan and decide the flush of anger I'm feeling really isn't her fault, but after our night together, I'd at least expected to wake up to her in my arms. Not already washing away evidence of the night in the cold light of the morning.
I push my feet out of bed and ignore the voices at the door. I can hear Alec's husky baritone already. Ryder won't let them up here, not with Mel up here with me.
I pull a robe off the bedpost and slip my arms into the holes. I pad over to the bathroom door and push it open as slowly as possible. Mel is in the shower stall, her hair wet as she washes her scalp, her back turned towards me.
My cock responds as it always does when she's in close proximity, lengthening against the front of my robe, a solid tent, my blood revving like a Harley in my ears, and my heart beating, thumping, and strong.
Her hair is streaming behind her, steam from the warm water coating the glass of the stall.
All I can see is the outline of her body, but my body remembers her, tight and panting around me, her body needing mine as much as I need hers. Chasing her release, her legs tight around my ass.
Almost as though she can sense my presence, her back goes stiff, and she swivels towards me. I step towards her and open the bathroom door, stepping in there with her.
"You didn't think I'd want you this morning?" I let my eyes drop to her wet lips, watch as she catches a drop of water with her tongue, and follow the line of my eyes.
She swallows like she always does when she's nervous. Or needy. Or just before she mewls as she cums around me.
"I didn't think it was a good idea for us. For me."
The swell of anger clogs my throat. "You're not going to pull away like you always do, are you?"
"I don't want to. We hurt each other. We always do. We never stop. This was a bad idea. You know it, but you'll never agree." Her words are as angry as mine, and her stare is almost stern.
I tug her into my arms, washing the shampoo from her hair. Once the suds are completely gone, I take her lips with mine in an angry kiss.
She responds, the full globes of her breasts pressed into my chest and the taut points of her nipples poking into my chest.
When she's raking a hand through my hair, her mouth following the lead of my questing lips, I pull away from her and turn away without a word.
I know she's right. I don't agree with her, but I can't have an argument with a naked Mel. It's taking all of my self-control, just keeping my arms from sliding down her body. Just stopping my pulsing cock from sinking into her warmth.
I pull the robe off and drop it to the floor, thundering out of the bathroom. By the time I pull some clothes on and make it downstairs, Alec and Knox are gathered in my kitchen, warm cups of coffee in their hands.
I pour one for myself, grimacing the entire time, my teeth grounding down.
"Why the hell do I wake up to the both of you here?" I snap at Alec when he shifts a step closer to me. He doesn't seem to care about the rage in my voice.
He jabs a pointed look at Romero, who seems to have stood guard the entire time while Mel spent the night with me. "What's he doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious, Alec? Somewhere up there is Mel, and this early in the morning, we both know what that means." Knox breaks in.
I clench my jaw and take a drink of the coffee. There's the constant buzz of rage lurking somewhere in my body, spreading steadily through my body.
Maybe because finding she had slipped out so early out of my bed had brought back memories of the last time she had disappeared from my life.
Or maybe because I'd been looking forward to waking up with her snuggled into my arms, smelling of woman and the light zing of lavender that was Melissa Sedric.
And how the hell had I been so lost in sleep that she had slipped out of bed without me feeling anything? That kind of sleep got a man killed in his own home.
And the last time I'd had that kind of sleep had been exactly the last day she'd been in my bed. Six fucking long years ago.
