He pressed a kiss to my neck, then he rolled off the bed.
“Wait,” I called, turning onto my back.
“Not tonight,” he said, watching me as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, letting out a groan as he tasted me.
With that and nothing else, he disappeared like he’d never been there.
As for me, I drifted right off.
And slept like the dead.
Apparently, all my touch-starved self needed to sleep well was an orgasm.
Though I had a sneaking suspicion that it was less the orgasm itself and more to do with the man who gave it to me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Christopher
I tossed and turned for what felt like a lifetime before I followed the urge to go into her room, to slip into bed with her, to breathe in her sweet scent, to feel the soft curve of her against me, then her tight walls around my fingers as I thrust them inside her.
I wanted more.
Of course, I did.
I’d been painfully hard ever since I’d taken myself to the couch to go to sleep.
But I couldn’t let that happen.
Hell, I shouldn’t have gone into her room at all. I shouldn’t have fingered her in the bathroom. Shouldn’t have had inappropriate thoughts ever since I’d been on my knees in her apartment, pulling her panties up her legs.
None of this should have happened.
I took my aching cock with me back to the couch, denying myself the relief, knowing I needed not to associate Alara with release any more than I already had been.
Because she was fuckingoff-limits.
She was Brio’s sister-in-law.
She was protected by the Family.
And, yeah, she was too young for me.
Not enough for it to be creepy, but enough that suggested I should keep my hands off of her and let her be with a man closer to her own age, in the same place of life as she was. Not an older guardian of a tween and teen, all of us with a lot of grief and baggage, who was just starting over in my middle age.
I rolled onto my side, staring at the TV and its black-and-white cop show rerun, but not really seeing or hearing anything.
I focused on listing all the reasons I was no good for Alara. But they all eventually circled back to Brio. To what that crazy son of a bitch would do to me if he realized I put my hands on Alara without happily-ever-afters and rings in my mind.
Then, latching onto something that finally had my cock relaxing again, I imagined all the horrific ways Brio would torture me down in his little playroom.
I wouldn’t claim I slept like a baby, but at least I slept.
It was Liam and Tuna that eventually woke me up.
The teenager was still in his rumpled pajamas, his hair a mess, as he slipped his feet into sneakers and reached for Tuna’s leash.
Had the dog slept in his room?
