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I don’t know if he can see the thoughts running over my face or not, but he pulls even farther away, rolling out of bed and standing. He looks down at me, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers. “We aren’t having sex now, Ro. I won’t do it. It’s too soon and when I’m finally inside you, I want it to be when you know without a shadow of a doubt that it’s what you want. The last thing I want is for you to regret it.”
Struck speechless, I can only gape at him as he retreats to the bathroom and shuts the door. The sounds that come from the other side of that door let me know exactly what he’s doing, and I feel hot and achy all over again, to where my own fingers slip between my legs as I work myself to another orgasm, turned on by the grunts and moans he’s making. When he groans out my name and I open my mouth on a soundless cry at the same time.
I’m slumped against the pillows when he comes back out, the issue in his pants taken care of. A smirk is firmly on his mouth like he knows what I did out here while he was in there. Gideon saunters over to me, presses his hands into the pillow on either side of my head, bending to kiss me softly. His nose runs along the length of mine, nuzzling.
“Hungry, sweetheart?”
I stretch and kiss his lips. “Yes. And I need coffee.”
He straightens. “Let me run back to my room to change and we can run down to the dining hall and grab something to eat.”
I should get up and get dressed, too. I should make sure I don’t look like some kind of bog witch with frizzy hair, but I’m just so damn comfortable, so instead I grab my phone and flick through my socials. Frowning over the mean comments on some of my videos. I’ve gotten fantastic at not reading them, but every so often I can’t help myself.
And it seems like there are a lot more on my recent videos than normal.
Hmm…
My bedroom door slams open, making me squeal and throw my phone at the intruder. What kind I’m damage I’m expecting it to do, I have no idea, since it’s just a square of plastic. If anything, I just broke my phone as a form of inadequate self-defense.
Hardin wide eyed, looks between me, all nestled up in bed, and my phone clutched in his hand. Dude, must have the reflexes of a cat, because there is no way he saw that coming, though maybe he did. Battle magic sounds like you’d be able to see your opponent’s moves before they did it. You know, strategy.
“What the bloody hell was that?”
I shift on the bed, sitting up straighter, but quickly realize that my nipples are still puckered and pressing against the thin fabric of my t-shirt from my two orgasms earlier.
“You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing bursting in here?”
His blue eyes run over me, taking in my flushed cheeks and the state of my nipples. He tsks and shakes his head, a knowing grin crossing his face. “Damn, I’m so jealous of Brightwater right now.”
My mouth drops open in shock. “What do you mean by that?” He can’t know what happened. He’s never seen me wake up in the mornings. For all he knows, this is how I look in the morning, with pert nipples and a flushed face. Just like I’m sure he wakes up with an erection every morning.
“He got to sleep next to you, didn’t he?” Hardin saunters closer to me, bends at his waist to bring out faces closer. But he doesn’t move that extra space, doesn’t close the distance even though I can feel the want pounding through me, through him.
Holy penguins, what is wrong with me?
I swallow thickly and nod. “Yeah.”
“I’m jealous of that. Of being able to hold you in his arms all fucking night. Not have sex with you, not taste you, not kiss you, that he got to fucking cuddle you, love. That is what I’m jealous of.” His nose brushes mine and I tip my head just the slightest bit, almost in invitation, and then I pull away from him so fast I bounce my head on the headboard of the bed. “Ow.”
Hardin’s hand comes up and rubs the spot. “You alright, love?” God, he sounds so concerned. I must be acting like a real weirdo.
I scramble up from the bed, needing to put space between our bodies. I just can’t trust myself around them. My body and my heart are all on board for this, and my mind is still running a constant loop of all the ways that they fucked with me last year, trying to ruin my life, to force me to leave.
He watches me as I head into the closet to grab clothes for the day. When I’d unpacked yesterday, I’d noted that a fair number of new, very expensive, items had somehow made it into my wardrobe, things that have had the tags removed already, even though I can tell they’re brand new.
Someone’s sneaky way of letting me know the clothes cannot be returned.
I’m still not intending to wear them. Even if that cropped slouchy white sweater feels like a freaking cloud. Who am I kidding? I pull the sweater off the shelf, grab my favorite pair of high-waisted jeans, and some clean underwear. Which, by the way, my underwear drawer has suddenly exploded with all kinds of racy lacy little things that I have no intention of wearing. Including some crotchless black things that I’m about ninety percent sure Hardin picked out.
Yeah, he’ll never see me in those.
I took a shower yesterday before we went down to the tunnels, so I just quickly swap out my pajamas with my outfit for the day after checking that the door of the closet is securely closed. When I emerge, I find Hardin stretched out on my bed; the blankets rumpled. I feel my cheeks heat, remembering what Gideon did to me not too terribly long ago.
He watches as I cross into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. “How are you feeling today, love?” Hardin calls after me.
I duck out of the bathroom to look at him while I answer, still brushing my hair. “Weird. Everything isweird.”
He laughs. “That’s true. But it’ll feel normal in no time.”
