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“Thanks.” She finished her sandwich then set the tray aside. She picked up her hot chocolate and set it on the nightstand. She wiggled the covers on his bed down from under her hips so that she could get her legs underneath. She pulled them to her waist, adjusted her pillow and leaned against the headboard. She reached for her mug, took a drink and hummed in delight. “This is good. Hopefully it will finish thawing me out.”
Race got up and went to the other side of the bed. He plopped down, kicked off his boots then leaned up against the headboard next to Bellamy. He reached for a bottle of whisky on his nightstand and held it up. “You want a little shot in your chocolate?”
“Yes, please.” Bellamy’s smile was breathtaking. It lit up her whole face. Not even her black eye could detract from how beautiful she was.
He tipped the bottle and gave her cup a splash.
She took a drink, closed her eyes and hummed happily again. “Perfect.”
Fuck, he wanted to kiss her. He doubted she would be receptive to the idea right now. He tipped the bottle back and took a quick swig.
“So,” he turned his attention to Bellamy. “This morning, when you and Charlotte came back out to the truck and she had a bloody nose, that was your doing, wasn’t it?”
Bellamy bristled at his question. She didn’t immediately deny it, opting to focus on taking another drink from her mug.
“Come on. You can tell me.” He pointed the bottle toward her face. “It looks like she had it coming.”
She waited a beat, then confessed. “Fine. Yes. I followed her into the restroom and punched her in the face when she came out of the stall. Then I told her, ‘Now we’reeven,’and handed her some paper towels.
It wasn’t until he threw his head back and laughed that the tension left her shoulders and face. “I would have loved to have seen you kick her ass.”
She was fighting hard not to laugh herself, biting into her bottom lip. He bet he surprised her with his reaction. While he had her in a semi sharing mood, he had to ask, “It was you who tried to rip Clay Walker’s nuts off, wasn’t it?” As he expected, she shut down, her face going blank, revealing no emotion.
She placed her empty mug on the nightstand then focused intently on the blanket covering her lap. She creased and uncreased a line down her leg. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is Clay Walker and why would someone want to rip his nuts off?”
Race studied her for a moment. Her hair spilled over her shoulder and as it was drying, he could see she had a lot more curl to her hair than what he’d originally thought. He supposed she purposely flat ironed it to keep it under control, giving her that uber professional look she owned. Against his will, his cock stirred as he imagined burying his hand in the long, luscious locks as he fucked her from behind.
Focus. He needed to focus.
“You know damn well who Clay Walker is. He’s the asshole Liza told you about. The one who was spreading rumors about her on Facebook.” She still pretended to not know what he was talking about. He turned a little so that he was facing her. He reached out and cupped her cheek. “Thank you for having Liza’s back.” She started to open her mouth, no doubt to deny everything, but he cut her off.
“Thank you for being there and listening to her.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you for telling her to talk to her mom about it.” He kissed her other cheek. “And thank you for taking care of Clay Walker.” He dropped a light kiss on her lips and pulled back.
Race saw confusion and heat warred in Bellamy’s eyes. A smile split his face, happy to see that she was still into him. That he hadn’t completely lost all his chances with her. She might deny it, but he planned on making her see that they would be good together.
He didn’t need for her to admit to everything she’d done for Liza because he knew deep down that there was more to Bellamy than he’d originally thought. And he was going to enjoy discovering all the little parts he could uncover.
He set the bottle of booze on his nightstand, got up and started stripping off his clothes. A sudden gasp from behind told him she wasn’t nearly as immune to him as she pretended.
“Why are you getting naked?” Her voice squeaked.
“Because I’m going to sleep and I sleep naked. I’m beat and I imagine so are you.” He stood facing her for a moment so he could pull the covers back and slipped into bed. He chanced a glance her way and had to fight not to laugh. She was blushing like she’d never seen a man naked before. He started to reach for the bedside lamp when it hit him. “Why aren’t you screaming and carrying on, or trying to run from the room right now?”
“What do you mean?” She slipped farther down on the bed so her head now rested on the pillow, her gaze pointed at the ceiling.
“I mean you’re not going to complain about sharing a bed with me? You’re not going to insist on having your own room?” He leaned back on his elbows as he watched her.
“No. What would be the point? I imagine every room in this place is full. I’ve been to some of your family get togethers and there are a lot of people. I’m just glad to be in an actual bed in a place that has heat. If I have to share a bed with you,” she shrugged, not finishing her thought. “I’ll stay on my side of the bed and you stay on yours and we’ll be just fine.” She reached over and turned her lamp off.
“Huh. You surprise me yet again.” He switched his lamp off and snuggled down into his bed. Sleep would be a long time coming knowing Bellamy was less than an arm’s length away from him. It would be only a matter of moments and he could have her underneath him, fucking her until they were both exhausted.
Shit. He reached under the covers and gripped his dick hard, trying to calm his ass down. This was going to be a long night and a true test of his patience.
* * *
Bellamy was havingthe most erotic dream. She was dreaming that she was in bed with Race and he was placing feather light kisses along her neck and shoulder. She bent her neck to give him better access and sighed as he found a particularly sensitive spot. One of his hands was kneading her boob and pinching her nipple while the other one had slipped down along her stomach, ending up between her legs. He worked her clit with amazing skill, feeding her desire to feel him inside her. She pushed her butt backward and was rewarded with the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her. She moaned and slipped her hand into his hair, holding him to her neck.
“Are you awake yet, Princess?” Race’s dark, gravelly voice close to her ear had her eyes flying open. She immediately tensed and could feel his body shaking behind her. Was he laughing?
