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I sit down beside her. “It was a great day, despite the ending…” I nudge Zoey’s shoulder. “Now, we need to name my cat. Something Hailee would approve of.”
Zoey shrugs. She’s clearly upset, as you would expect when your ex has been that unreasonable, so I pick up the cat and sit him on my lap. “He looks like a Beast, don’t you think?”
Zoey finally manages a small smile. “Hailee would love that name.”
“I think so too. Beast it is. I’ll have to get his litter box set up and the spare room ready for you—”
Zoey’s glistening eyes meet mine. “C-can I sleep next to you tonight… in your bed? I don’t want to do anything. I justreallyneed some comfort tonight.”
Well, shit!The thought of lying next to Zoey all night is like a fucking dream come true. I want to scream out, ‘fuck yeah,’ but that would be inappropriate.
“Of course. Do you want something to eat? Or do you want to head straight to bed?”
She purses her lips and shrugs. “I’m kinda wiped. You mind if we just go to bed?”
Standing, I place my hand out for her to take, and that all too familiar spark tingles through my fingers when they touch. I keep hold of her hand as we walk to my bedroom, with Beast following behind. The energy in the air is calm, not filled with lustful tension as I would have thought it would be the first time I took her to my bedroom.
I want to take care of her, so there will be no sexual vibes—I simply want Zoey to know she’s safe with me.
Zoey’s eyes wander around, taking in the large space. She glances down at her casual daywear, and she frowns. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in, in all the rush.”
I don’t reply, simply make my way over to my built-in closet and slide open the door. “I’ve got you. How’s this?” I pull out an oversized T-shirt and toss it over to her. She catches hold of it and checks out the logo, then raises her brow. “NOLA Defiance MC? Really? Didn’t know you were a closet biker, Blake.”
I chuckle. “It’s a gift from Nash’s stepbrother, Hurricane. He’s the president of the club. Cool bunch of guys, actually… once you get to know them.”
Zoey smirks. “Oh, I know. I just wanted to see how you were going to explain it.”
With a chuckle, I say, “Okay, so I’m going to head to the bathroom to get changed… let you have some privacy.”
She nods her head. “Thank you, Blake. For everything.”
“I’ve got you, Zoey,” I remind her, then grab my sleep shorts and head for the bathroom.
Half closing the door, I turn and lean over the basin, staring at myself in the mirror. “Jesus, Blake, you’re getting in too damn deep,” I whisper to myself as movement through the small crack in the door catches my eyes.
I glance through the opening at Zoey, who’s getting changed. Then, quickly, I avert my eyes because no gentleman would stop to look at a woman undressing—right?
The temptation is too much, and although most gentlemen would look away, every part of me urges to take another look. So I turn, and the sight makes my dick instantly hard.
Fuck me!
Her naked back, her body is so fucking perfect—then she slides the Defiance shirt over her alabaster skin, completely covering what I want to run my hands over. Her legs are toned and go on for days—it would be incredible to have them wrapped tightly around my waist with her sky-high heels pressed into my ass.
As my cock pushes hard against my pants, it’s as if Zoey can sense me staring, and she glances over her shoulder at me. My eyes widen as I dart backward, bumping into the wall, which makes a small ornament tumble from the window ledge and smash on the tiled floor. “Fuck!” I blurt out.
“Everything okay in there?” she calls out.
I bend down, pick up the pieces of the ceramic pot and shake my head. “Serves you right,” I mumble under my breath. “All good. Just dropped something. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay,” she replies as I finish picking up the crap, then stand, and get to work, changing into my sleep shorts.
Stripping down to nothing but my shorts, I wonder for a split second if I should wear a shirt, but I figure I’ll wear what I normally wear.
With my erection finally tamed, I pull open the bathroom door and step out to her sitting on the edge of my bed. Zoey’s head is hanging low like she’s reminiscing about today.
I walk over, and her eyes shift, then widen a little when she spots me shirtless. Her mouth opens slightly, and I have to admit, it’s a nice ego boost.
But again, I have to remind my dick we are not down for that tonight.
