Aww, he just sighed. That’sadorable, just like his silly laugh from last night when he couldn’t start a fire.
Nope, scratch it—he’s getting comfortable again, which involves him ramming his ass into my stomach.
And his leg into my usual morning wood. Awesome. So much for my blanket fort. At least we didn’t need covers last night, not with how hot this guy keeps his apartment.
Risking a loud, dramatic fall off of the bed, I heave my hips backward and push my torso forward, in the hopes his subconscious takes the hint and follows.
He does the opposite, rolling toward me and planting his head smack dab onto my chest.
“Come on,” I mutter, trying and failing to angle him away from my crotch. I will my stupid dick to behave itself for once in its twenty-one-year existence, but when Dean grumbles and drapes his hand over my stomach to stabilize himself, I get harder.
Hold up, that’s…notnew,but it hasn’t happened in ages.
It's also been ages since I've had another guy in my arms likethis, even though this time, it's only happening because Dean is a?—
“Fuckingdickwad,” I mutter when he nuzzles his head, and his spiky chin stubble, into me so hard I almost fall off the bed again.
Straining my neck, I manage to peek at the clock to catch the time. It's past noon already. Mister Mattress Monopolizer can stand to wake up.
His butt is sticking up into the air, and giving him a little spank would be a funny way to jolt him awake, but it'd also be mean. Putting a hand on his round, firm-looking ass would send him the wrong signal, and besides, he said he’d get all horny if I touched him. I don’t want to lead him on.
Blinking through my tired confusion, I realize I've spent the last thirty seconds staring at his butt. I don't do that shit.
And why am Istillstaring at Dean's ass?
Because it's hot?
Shoot. Maybe I'm in my head and trying to convince myself again, but when I shift my gaze further up, I fixate on how his black T-shirt is riding up and exposing a strip of smooth skin.
The tight feeling in my core stays.
Okay, I’ll try looking further down, avoiding his sleep shorts entirely and focusing on his bare legs.
Those aren't any less appealing. I've seen my teammates’ legs, and they were just…legs.
Dean's are fuckingmouthwatering.
He's got the biggest, most toned calves I’ve ever seen, and they're covered in a thick layer of hair, which I'm really focusing on for some reason. He’s definitely set for playing basketball. His legs are shuffling slowly on top of the sheets, and he bends a knee?—
“Ouch! Jesus Christ!”
He bends that knee into my thigh, narrowly missing my nuts. My pained yelling only gets a cute, sleepy complaint out of Dean, who tries to push me away, but I’m too stubborn. I’m not letting him win that easily, even though this is his bed. He invited me in, after all.
So I stay still, straightening his wandering knee out with a nudge from my own.
“Moveover,” he mumbles. “I have, like, no space.”
Is he fucking kidding me?
“Alright, enough! Time to wake up!” I sit upright, shaking his shoulders and jabbing his ribs, drawing a sharp yelp.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“Dude, what the hell?” I repeat, grinning back and lowering my voice to mock him. “I just spent the last half hour trying not to let you push me onto the floor.”And checking you out, too.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, scrunching a few strands between his fingers, andfinallyturns his heavy body around to witness the sheer unfairness of how he’s “sharing” the bed.
“Oh, shit, you’re right,” he mumbles, a sheepish grin creeping across his face. “I don’t usually have someone else over.”
