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“Morning,” I reply, lifting a hand to smother a yawn.
“Any fun dreams last night?”
My cheeks darken, because I know he’s teasing me about the sex dream I had before. He does that from time to time, letting me know he hasn’t forgotten.
And I haven’t forgotten either. Not the dream or the way he reacted afterward, making me fall apart for him right here in his bed.
I shake my head. “No, not last night. If I did dream, I don’t remember what it was about.”
He hums, chuckling a little. “Too bad. I was hoping you were going to wake up a squirming mess in my arms again.”
“Ransom,” I groan, blushing harder.
“What? That’s what happened, and I think we both enjoyed it.”
I want to ask how he enjoyed it when it’s not like he got off. It’s not like he fucked me or even jacked off on me or anything. But maybe he did later. Maybe he touched himself in the shower or in his room while I was doing something else.
Maybe he thought about what he did to me, and that was enough to get him off.
Thinking about it just makes my face flame even hotter, and I make a face. It’s not fair how easily he does this to me. He hasn’t even touched me. Hasn’t done more than tease, and I’m already a mess, my body reacting to his words as if each syllable is a spark to dry grass.
But despite my embarrassment, I can’t deny that this is becoming one of my favorite ways to wake up.
Settling back into his embrace, I yawn and stretch, debating between trying to get more sleep or getting up and starting the day. Without the routine of getting up and going to school every day, there’s not much to keep me on any particular schedule.
I’m thinking about asking Ransom if he has any cars to work on today that I can help with, but before I can say anything, his grip on me tightens, and he rolls me onto my back.
As I blink up at him, he drapes his large, muscled frame over mine, his hips settling between my thighs. There’s something intense in his expression, and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel the hard line of his cock pressing against my core through both layers of our clothes.
The thin barrier doesn’t stop me from feeling how hard he is, and my heart starts to race as my stomach flutters.
He stares down at me, pinning me with his gaze as much as his body. There’s desire on his face, hot and intent, but that’s not all I see in his expression.
Something else burns in his eyes, mixed in with the heat, and it surprises me to realize that I can’t quite read it. Usually, Ransom is the easiest to read of the three brothers, and beyond that, these mornings together have given me a lot of practice at figuring out his expressions and moods. But whatever he’s feeling right now, I can’t decipher it.
I reach up as if I’m going to touch his jaw but stop just before I get there, curling my fingers against my palm, suddenly shy.
“What is it?” I murmur, searching his face for clues. “What’s wrong?”
At my words, some of the tension bleeds from his features. Ransom smiles, shaking his head.
“Nothing’s wrong, angel,” he replies, his voice soft and warm. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You, what else?” He chuckles. “What else can I think about when you’re here in my bed, under me like this?” He settles his hips a little more firmly against me, lifting one hand from the mattress to trail it down my arm. “You know… none of us expected you. It’s just been the three of us for so long. Just me and my brothers.”
I nod. “I know.”
“We never expected this beautiful girl who crept into our lives,” Ransom continues, bringing his hand up to glide his fingertips over the line of my throat. “That night when we killed Nikolai, I didn’t know what you would mean to us. But maybe I should have. There was so much fire in you. So much strength. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known.”
My heart skips a beat, then starts galloping in my chest.
I can’t deny things have changed between me and all of these men. They were monsters who stalked me, who violated my privacy and ignored my personal space time and time again. They came into my life soaked in blood and bent on making sure I kept their secret, no matter what it took. Then they became monsters who protected me. Who stood against everyone who tried to hurt or use me. My mom, the guy from the bus stop, Colin. Even when it meant they lost out on work, like with the Donovans.
After all of that, they’re under my skin now.
Now, it’s about more than just survival, if I’m being honest with myself. There’s more to it than that, more of a reason why I’ve stayed here with them.
