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“Sorry?” he asks, his eyes popping open. “Whatever for?”
“For being a crybaby,” I reply, toying with his locks.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Shall we go home?”
Nodding, I unexpectedly feel the excessive alcohol rattle my brain.
Dixon must be able to read my sudden queasiness because he chuckles. “I say we go for a run tomorrow morning.”
I groan, burying myself into the sofa. “I say no.”
“It’s not optional. And besides, you’ll thank me in the morning.” He rises with a smile.
“How?”
“Wouldn’t you rather run off your hangover than throw it up?”
I blanch because he’s right. “Fine, you win.”
He leans in, imprisoning me as he rests his hands on either side of my head. “You should know by now that I always win.” His eyes rake down my body, lingering on my heaving chest.
“Not always.” I swallow hard.
He licks his top lip. “I win where it’s important.” Leaning in even closer, he adds, “The underwear currently sitting in my back pocket is a confirmation of that.”
My tongue weighs a thousand pounds, so I simply nod.
His husky laughter has my pulse speeding up to an unhealthy staccato. What is this man doing to me?
As he slowly closes the distance between us and kisses me tenderly, I know what. And thatwhatscares me half to death.
Looking down at my upright cock, I sigh, cursing the infernal thing.
“Fuck you, man. Fuck you and the day I allowed you to control my life.”
My teeth chatter as I attempt to freeze out my hard-on in my ritualistic morningice-cold shower. Today is worse than ever, seeing as Madison is lying in my bed with nothing but my Einstein T-shirt on.
Every time she got too close and attempted to wrap that hot, supple body around me, I subtly shifted away until I was practically lying on the edge of the mattress. I was afraid I didn’t have the strength to stop myself from giving in to my desperate desire of fucking her senseless. And I refuse to do that becauseshe deserves better. She deserves flowers and candles and all of that romantic shit. But truth be told, I can’t take away something so pure without telling her of my sins.
The thought of my sins has my dick retreating and leaving me with a serious case of blue balls, which is the story of my life lately.
I finish up showering and dress in my running gear. I don’t bother shaving and run my fingers through my sleep-mussed hair. As I make my way into my bedroom, my eyes feast on Madison’s bare legs, which are twisted around the sheets. My shirt lies just underneath her ass, and if she moves, it’ll ride up, exposing pure perfection.
Realizing I’m gaping at her like a complete pervert, I clear my throat loudly, hoping she’ll wake of her own accord. I don’t want to go anywhere near her in my aroused state. Thankfully, her sleepy groan reveals that she’s awake.
I hunt for my sneakers while she comes to. “Ugh, what time is it?” she croaks. I can’t help but smile at her adorability.
“It’s time for you to get up.” I sit on the edge of the bed, slipping on my shoes, still avoiding looking at her because all that exposed flesh and wild bed hair will not help the predicament in my pants.
“I can’t believe you were serious about going running.”
“I never joke about fitness,” I conclude, finally gathering the balls and turning around to face her.
I was right. She looks so innocent and pure wrapped in my white sheets. However, when I think of her riding my face not so innocently last night, I realize that underneath that purity lazes a need that only I can fill. That fact has me feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll make coffee while you get ready.” I playfully pinch her big toe while she squirms andgiggles. I leave her to shower and get dressed while I head into the kitchen.
As the coffee machine permeates the air with caffeine goodness, I can’t help but ponder on the fact that I still haven’t told Maddy about Juliet. Last night wasn’t really the right time, but hearing her confess that she knows something is up, and that something has got to do with Juliet, has me beyond nervous to tell her. She near tore my heart out when she confessed her fears. How wrong, yet right she was.
