I wake to the feeling of a thousand butterflies nipping at my skin. I slowly blink my eyes open, and frail sunlight breaks through my curtains, caressing my face. I turn and stare into Wes’ blue eyes, and he smiles at me crookedly.
When I stretch, every bone in my body aches with the aftermath of last night. “Mornin’,” I rasp.
Wes’ smile widens. “Mornin’. How are you feeling?”
“Amazing.” I sweep my fingers through his messy hair, and he leans into my touch.
“Amazing, huh?” His smile turns into a smug grin, but I’m too happy and toasty to dig back. I just nod, then pull him in for a kiss.
“Ugh, no. I’ve got the dragon breath of all dragon breaths becausesomeonewouldn’t let me get out of bed last night.”
“Don’t care.”
“Jett,” he laughs. “Just let me go clean up a little and brush my teeth, then I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”
I sober a little. Fuck, what’s happening to me? I’m getting too needy, aren’t I? “Okay.” I kiss his shoulder. “You’ve got five minutes, and I’m timing you.”
He snorts, then salutes me. “Yes, Coach.” His eyes go wide. “Shit, why’s that so fucking hot?”
“Because I’m a hot coach?”
“For sure.” Wes bites his lip. “Maybe I could be your naughty student who showed up late for practice. Then you’d have to put me in my place. You know, make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
My dick hardens, really liking that image. “And how would I do that?”
“You could have me do my stretches naked, then bend me over the bench and fuck me.”
“Holy shit.”
“Right out in the open where everyone could see me.” I’m not an exhibitionist, but for some reason this is the sexiest fucking thing ever. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.” I’m rock hard now, my dick poking into Wes’ stomach.
He leans in and ghosts his lips against my chin. “Five minutes, babe. Don’t forget to count.” Then he slips out of bed, cackling loudly when I groan, “You tease!”
I ogle his bouncy ass on the way to the bathroom. As if he can read my mind, he shakes it teasingly. I laugh at his antics. I roll onto my back, and there’s a faint twinge in my ass. I hope it lasts for a while, or that he’ll fuck me again before it goes away.
“Shit, Jett!” Wes yells from the bathroom. “You think I’d look good in a turtleneck?”
Turtleneck. What the fuck is he on about now?“Why?” I yell back.
“Because I didn’t know I was dating fucking Dracula.” He appears in the door and points to his neck and the pink glowingmark I left on his skin, the outline of my teeth clear as fucking daylight.
I wince. “Oops. Sor-ry.”
Wes shakes his head, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m not.” He rubs at the bruise, his eyes glued to mine, mischief sparking. “I’ll get you back, babe.” My chest soars at the thought of Wes’ mark on me somewhere everyone can see.
“You’d better,” I whisper, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Now, go brush your teeth, then come back to bed. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet.”
He shoots a finger at me. “Gotcha!” Then closes the door.
I close my eyes, registering the toilet flushing, then Wes singingDracula, his voice deep and raspy. I reach for the blanket and pull it around me, smelling Wes on my sheets. If I have it my way, we’re not leaving this bed at all today unless it’s to grab some food and drinks. Whatever it’ll take to pacify Wes, I’ll do it, just as long as I can keep him here.
I yawn, snuggling under the blanket, my eyes drifting closed.
I shoot awake when there’s a loud clang from the bathroom, followed by a string of curses.
“You okay, baby?” I call as I get out of bed. I should brush my teeth, too, before we start our make-out marathon.
“I’m good,” he yells as I make my way across the floor.
