My mouth bobs, searching for words as I try to wrap my head around all that. On the one hand, I get what he’s saying, and I respect it. On the other… “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to fall into that pattern.”
“What pattern?” His voice is stiff. Guarded.
I glance at him from the side of the bed, trying not to let those whiskey-brown eyes sway me. “Staying over. Seeing you every night that you’re here. Once is… well, once. Twice is a pattern. I'm not sure it's a good idea…”
“Didn’t we agree to have fun while it lasted? Are you not enjoying this?”
“I am.” I lift my shoulder a fraction and turn away to look for my bag so I don’t ogle the lean muscles on his smooth chest. “I just don’t do this sort of thing often, and never for multiple days.” Remembering it’s at the foot of the bed, I head there to retrieve it.
“That makes two of us. But I don’t see the harm in enjoying this for as long as it lasts.”
I thought he’d be easier to deny if I couldn’t see him, though even without that sexy body filling my vision, I’m disturbingly conscious of what I’d be giving up if I hold firm.I do like what we’re doing, and it’s only eight more days…
“I guess there isn’t any.” I pull on a pair of underwear, forest green this time, pretending I don’t notice the way he admires my package in lace briefs. “I really need to stay at my own place tonight, though. I’ve got laundry and I want to shower in the morning.”
“Shower here,” he interjects.
“It’s not the same. All my stuff is at my place.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you when you get off and we’ll go to your house.” His unwavering stare tells me this is his final concession. I hate that his insistence makes my stomach flutter.
“I’ll be done at nine.”
Chapter six
Axel
I’m not sure how long I stay in bed after he leaves. Another hour? Two? Time moves differently when you’re lost inside your mind.
I had sex with a man, and it was epic.
Sexy in a way I wasn’t anticipating.
A little rough without being dangerous.
A lot wild.
And with some verbal sparring that only heightened the intensity.
Don’t even get me started on that orgasm. My toes cramped so hard I thought they might be permanently warped, and in that moment, I didn’t even care.
Too bad the sex isn’t the only thing playing on a loop.
Twice now, I’ve woken up next to Lennon, and twice, I’ve felt more content than I should, seeing as how I never share my bed. Yesterday, I attributed that to the comfy pillow top mattress itself, believing he couldn’t possibly have had anything to do with it. Today, however, it feels like maybe he did play a role.
He was snuggled against me when I woke up, his head nestled in the crook of my arm, one leg thrown over mine in a way that had his cock pressed against my hip. I admit feeling that semi was pretty hot,but I didn’t even notice it right away. My first thought was how nice his weight felt in my arms. How I didn’t want to move so I could keep him there longer, anchored to me.Cuddling.
I am not a cuddler. Never have been. Usually, after I’ve gotten what I need, I send my guests on their way. A dick move, but one that’s necessary so no one gets the impression I want anything more than a good time. That’s why I’m selective about where I put my cock. I don’t need a whole slew of fans badmouthing me, so I only indulge when my body really needs the release. And until Lennon, I never sought that out, I merely took what was offered.
Logically, that means there must be something different about him, beyond just the fact he’s a dude. But in my experience, logic and sex don’t mix, and this is still just sex, even if he did spend the night.Twice. Plus, we’re pretty spectacular together. Sure, it felt kinda nice to wake up with him in my arms, but it was probably the way he wore me out that led to me feeling like a million bucks this morning. Maybe after a third night with him, in his bed no less, I’ll know for sure.
By the time I make it to the kitchen, all the guys are up, and the coffee is cold.
“Wore yourself out last night, huh?” Jace leans a hip against the counter and sips from his mug, watching me like a hawk with his nearly black eyes as I refill the filter with fresh grounds.
I don't spare him a glance. “Why do you say that?”
“Aside from the fact that you’re rolling out of bed at ten in the morning, we caught the tail end of your hookup when we got home last night.” Nick casts me a wicked grin from the barstool he’s perched on, his icy blue stare making me feel like I’m caught in headlights. “She’s a throaty little thing. Pretty sure we all needed a shower before we hit the sheets.”
