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“I like your family.” She’s tired and slurs her words together.
“I like them, too.”
“Do you miss them?”
Even though we’re around each other all the time at the club, I still feel this division happening. Like my brothers have both grown up and moved on and I’m left here all alone. “I do.”
She pulls her legs back and moves to wrap her arms around me. “I didn’t know you were such a softie.”
I grin and run my hands through her hair. “We’re triplets. We’ve always lived together even in the womb. Now they’re moving on and moving out. I miss the connection we share, but I’m happy they’re happy. That’s all you can hope for with the people you love.”
“They miss you, too. You can see it by the way they linger at work, and when they’re here. They want you to be happy, too.”
That makes me smile. I think about all the times my brothers would say they were leaving, but ended up staying longer. She’s right and it warms my chest. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime.” Shayne snuggles into my side, her body relaxing as it molds to my side. Her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep. And a sense of pride washes over me as I hold her close.
She trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms. After a few more minutes of watching the rise and fall of her chest, I decide to take her to bed. I lift her up and her arms go around my neck.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to do this every night.
As soon as I lie her down into the bed in the next room, she opens her eyes. “Stay with me.”
I stare at her. “In my bed.” I lift her up, carrying her into my room instead.
I haven’t had a woman in my bed in ages, but everything about having Shayne here feels right. Every little thing. And, you want to know the funniest thing? I’m not scared about that fact.
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Shayne
Damien quietly counts down from one-hundred as I pretend to sleep. The smile creeping over my lips can’t be helped. It isn’t fair what I’m doing to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him go. His rock hard erection is hard to ignore. I should’ve let him go when he put me down on the mattress in the other room.
I could have touched myself, fantasizing about him until I fell asleep.
Would he do the same thing? Ah, my breath hitches at images of Damien jerking off.
I snuggle deeper into Damien’s muscular body as my heart blasts against my chest. He exhales, and starts counting backwards starting at one-hundred again. I banish the x-rated vision of Damien’s large hand stroking his cock back and forth, the veins in his neck visible as he comes to completion. Ok, so maybe I don’t banish it right away, but who can blame me?
All it would take is for me to slide my hand down his rock hard body straight into his gym shorts, but I resist. Damien has done so much for me. I don’t want to lose him. I also don’t want him to think I’m having sex with him because he offered me a place to live. Hell, he offered me a solution to all my problems.
I will not sleep with Damien.
I will not sleep with Damien.
Well, I am technically correct. Sleeping is futile.
“What are you thinking about?” Damien’s voice slices through the warm night air.
“What?”
“I can practically hear the thoughts banging around your brain.”
“Sorry, I thought you were asleep.” I lay flat on my back and Damien mirrors me.
“How can anyone sleep when you keep sighing every five seconds?”
I’m so embarrassed. I’m sure I can find a parking lot to sleep in where Damien won’t be able to find me. “I can go in the other room.”
I’m met with silence and it deafens me. The moonlight strides in through the blinds, and I don’t dare breathe for fear of Damien saying the one word I don’t want him to say, ‘yes.’
I lay completely still, not moving a muscle. I don’t even dare blink.
And then, it all happens so fast. Damien’s lying over me, his eyes burning deep into mine. “Like fuck you’re leaving me.” And then, his lips crash down around mine. Hot white heat flashes behind my closed lids, igniting my senses on fire.
Damien’s kisses are what sweet love songs are written about. You may laugh, but seriously, it’s oh so true.
He turns me on, leaving me wanting for so much more. And I do want more. I reach my hands up, trudging through his thick hair.
“I don’t want to leave either,” I tell him. And I mean it. I so, so mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this badly in my life.
Damien knows just how to kiss me. In such a way to let me know I’m his. It’s possessive, yet gentle.
