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“Okay.”
“Promise, Rafe,” I insist, my eyes never wavering from his face.
He raises one hand and says, “I, Rafe D’Angelo, do solemnly swear to not try to have sex with you while I’m in that bed with you. However, if by chance you climb on top of me and ride me like a cowboy in heat, I will have no choice but to comply. And that won’t be my fault.”
“What a smart ass,” I mutter to myself and try not to smile at his antics.
He then opens the door. “Be right back.” Rafe slips out of the room.
Once he’s gone, I let loose the grin I’ve been holding back. He makes me so crazy sometimes, and at times like this I want to swoon at his boyish playfulness. When we hook up, though, there’s no playfulness. No, he gets all serious when we’re hooking up. My boy-parts are buzzing, just from the memory of how dominant Rafe can be in bed.
I have to be careful or I’ll lose my heart to this man. And then I’ll be standing alone, with my heart ripped to shreds, when he finds someone else to replace me.
But I can’t worry about my heart right now. I have bigger things to deal with. Like making sure my grandmother doesn’t lose her property to her son’s greediness.
Chapter Eleven
Rafe
Relief courses through me the second Lyric says yes. Of course I realize I can’t fuck around with him, not in his grandmother’s house. I will have to be satisfied with just being next to him. It will be torture to not touch my sole obsession, but I’d rather do that than sleep with Fig or Ji. Or sleep on the floor—I would have had room to move, but damn it would have been uncomfortable.
Instead, I’ll get to sleep next to Lyric and laugh as I imagine Fig and Ji in the same bed. Both men are big, and currently they don’t like each other much. Though, that’s their issue.
I snag my bag, and the blanket and pillow Lyric’s grandmother left for me and call over my shoulder to Fig, “I’m sleeping in Lyric’s room.”
Fig says something, but I already have the door closed, not caring one bit what he had to say. I knock on Lyric’s door and step back inside the room. “I’m ready,” I say but then go slack-jawed at what I see.
Lyric has a body pillow dividing the bed. “You sleep there.” He points to the side of the bed that is pushed against the wall.
“But you’re smaller than me.”
“It’s my bed. Take it or leave.” One eyebrow is crooked high.
Challenge accepted.
“Okay.” I throw my blanket and pillow on my side before I start removing my clothes. First my shirt and then my jeans, leaving me in only my boxers.
“What are you doing?” Lyric’s voice rises an octave.
“I’m getting ready for bed,” I say evenly, knowing damn well he’s affected by my near naked state.
“You can’t sleep like that?” This time his voice squeaks as his statement becomes a question.
I glance down, and smile. “Oh, you’re right.” I then pull down my boxers and toss them onto the clothes pile I created.
Lyric slams his hand over his eyes and says, “Please put your boxers back on.”
“Why? I can’t sleep with clothes on.” Lie.
“Damn it, Rafe. If you want to sleep with me, then you need to put your underwear back on.” The pink in his cheeks is so cute.
“But I thought we’re not going to have sex. Did you change your mind?”
Lyric gasps, dropping his hand to glare at me. But his eyes drop to my growing dick—fuck, did he just lick his lips?
“Lyric, do that again and you are going to be fucked. Hard,” I warn in a growl.
Lyric’s eyes dart up to mine and his mouth snaps shut, as he tries to look all innocent. My attention shifts to his mouth again, knowing intimately what his mouth and his body can do to me.
