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Her face is pressed against the top of my shoulder and I can feel the corners of her mouth turn up against my skin. My hand is massaging up and down the small of her back when there’s a loud bang at my door at my door.
We freeze. My eyes dart to the door and I push Blythe’s head down under the covers as the doorknob turns and clicks. I bend one leg in a casual-looking position to cover her body hidden in the bed, and the door swings open.
“I got two cows up being treated for foot rot, a tub delivery, and two angry bastards bitching about not having coffee yet and you’re laying your ass in bed?”
Warren.
Motherfucker.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Hopefully, that sounded less panicked than it felt.
A hand slithers under the sheets and tickles up the arch of my foot. I jerk away, then raise my eyebrows and lean back on the headboard like nothing happened. It’s a silent laugh, but I can feel her shaking with suppressed giggles.
“Are you sick or something?” Warren asks.
I yelp when that same hand sneaks a pinch under my left ass cheek.
“Get the fuck out of my room and make your own damn coffee for once,” I demand.
The confused look on Warren’s face soon turns to one of amusement and he crosses his arms. He swings one boot over the other, leans against the door frame, pushes his hat to the back of his head, and pulls out his phone to type something.
My phone dings with a new text tone and the grin on his face spreads from ear to ear. He walks out without another word. He makes sure to slam the damn door though.
Instead of a wandering hand, it’s lips I feel this time and they kiss their way from my thigh to my stomach. Instinctively, I grab both sides of her head and haul her up to straddle me. She covers her mouth to quiet her laugh.
“Bad girl,” I say in a low voice. My hands grip her hips and suddenly I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything but the breathtaking girl on top of me. My dick gets harder than it already was when I woke up to her naked and pressed against me. In my head, I’m calculating how late I could be without having any of the guys knocking on my door again.
Blythe sits up on her knees and stretches across me, putting her tits right in my face. Now I’m questioning whether or not I actually died yesterday and have been living in some sort of a dreamy afterlife ever since.
She lifts my cowboy hat off the bedpost. It’s way too big for her, but she plops it on her head anyway and leans back on her heels.
“You’re playing with fire sitting on top of me buck ass naked and wearing my hat,” I warn her. My grip tightens on her hip bones and she smirks while grinding back and forth.
“That’s it.” I take my hat by the crown and place it upside down on the side table. I flip us so I’m on top, but she’s on her stomach now.
Leaning down, I pin her arms behind her back and growl in her ear. “Behave. Or I’ll lose my job for skipping work to fuck your sore pussy again until you can’t walk straight.” I kiss her on the cheek, release her hands, and smack her right on the ass.
She laughs and snuggles deeper into the covers like she’s comfortable there and has no intention of moving. I don’t know what prompted me to swipe my phone and take a picture of her looking so perfect like that. But I do. It’s like I never want to forget seeing her here like this.
Red flag.
Red alert.
Get out now.
The voice in my head is a warning. This is a little too perfect.
Stop liking it so much before it’s too late. Before she burrows her way under your skin and you’re doomed for good.
But maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
* * *
Coffee drips slowly into the steaming pot on the counter as I check the ungodly amount of missed text message notifications.
Warren:Gage has some chick in his bed.
Tripp:No fucking way.
