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Fuck. He was trying to do the right thing and not take advantage of her in her drunken condition, but it was fucking hard. “Can you stand on your own?”
“Yes.” He pulled her up to a standing position, then released her. He gave it a second, making sure she wasn’t going to fall over, then made quick work of getting her out of her jeans. Those sexy as hell jeans. As much as he wanted to put her to bed naked, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate that with the kids in his house. He sat her on the bed again and told her, “Stay right there.”
When he returned with a plain long-sleeved navy t-shirt, she was frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought we were supposed to talk.”
“Not tonight. It can wait until morning. Odds are you wouldn’t remember anything anyhow.”
“Yessss.” Seeing Bellamy fist pump in the air was too damn cute. He pulled the shirt over her head, then helped her get each arm through the holes. “Okay. Stand up again for a second.” He got her up, pulled down the covers, then helped her to bed. He waited until she was lying down before tossing the covers over her.
He took a moment to stare at her lying in his bed. If it was up to him, and it would be, she would be in his bed every night for the rest of their lives. Deciding if he wanted to be on his best game tomorrow with her, he was going to have to get some rest. He went to the other side of the bed, stripped down and climbed under the covers. He reached over and pulled Bellamy into his side. He fell asleep thinking about what a contradiction his Bellamy was and how much fun he was going to have discovering all the different things about her that made her so damn special.
* * *
Bellamy’s mouthfelt like it was full of sand. She wasn’t even sure she had enough spit in her mouth to swallow. For some reason her bed was feeling exceptionally comfortable today. It was so comfortable and warm she wanted nothing more than to snuggle deeper beneath the covers and sleep another four hours.
She was drifting off to dreamland when she got a God awful tickle on her nose. She swatted at it and rolled to her side. Her brows dipped as her bed vibrated. Why did her bed vibrate? It never had before and she was pretty sure she’d remember if the bed came with that feature. Another tickle touched her nose. She swatted it away and once again her bed vibrated. She felt the annoying tickle a third time, the bed vibrated and she’d had enough. If it was a damn fly, she was going to smash it. And yes, even her subconscious knew it was February and there weren’t any flies out.
With great effort she slowly opened her eyes to find Race lying in the bed facing her, his head on a pillow. His bright smile reminded her of a five-year-old doing something naughty.
“What are you smiling so big about?” Her voice sounded hoarse.
He twirled a pink feather in front of her face and chuckled. Well that answered those two questions regarding what was tickling her nose and why he was smiling so big.
Race pushed back the strands of hair falling across her face and tucked them behind her ear. “You were drooling all over my pillow.”
Instantly awake at such a horrid accusation, she sat up in bed and turned to look at the pillow. “What? I am not.” Well. Shit. He was right. There was a big wet spot where her mouth had been hanging open for what appeared to be all night. No wonder she was so thirsty.
“A gentleman wouldn’t point something like that out.” Her chin lifted a notch, embarrassed that she had done something so gross.
“Probably.” He propped his head on his hand. “And a gentleman wouldn’t point out to a lady that she had a mean right hook.”
“What?” she frowned, clearly lost in this conversation. Why was the man speaking in riddles this morning? She shoved her hair that was determined to hang in her face behind her ear again.
“You don’t remember last night, do you?” By the smug look on Race’s face, he did and he was going to enjoy enlightening her immensely. What he was going to say couldn’t be that bad, could it?
She frowned, trying to think back. “I remember being at Big Dick’s with the girls. Having drinks and shots. Getting cock-blocked by your guys. Dancing with some guy and then,” she was kind of blank. Race’s mouth dropped into a firm line and she thought he growled at the mention of his guys needing to be cock-blockers. She shook her head. “No. I got nothing.”
“Yeah. We’ll address why my guys were needed to keep over eager assholes away from you later.”
Unable to look Race in the eye without squirming, she looked everywhere but at him. That’s when she noticed she wasn’t in her bed, she was in Race’s. “Hey! Why am I in your bed?”
It was then certain things were coming to light. For instance, despite him having said she was drooling onhispillow, it had taken its sweet time to sink in. Although, the first thing she should have registered was waking up with Race at all.
Another instance was upon scanning the room, she saw a black leather headboard, gray lamps on black lacquer sidetables and black curtains that looked thick enough to block out all sunlight. She liked those. He also had a black lacquer dresser and chest of drawers. His covers were a plaid design of black, gray and red.
And finally, she’d also noticed that the covers had slid even farther down his hip, affording Bellamy an unobstructed view of his bare chest. As if they had a mind of their own, her eyes took a slow, sweeping perusal from his waist, up his six-pack abs, to his chiseled chest and his muscular arms. The thought of reaching over and tugging the covers lower to reveal, hopefully, his equally naked pecker had all kinds of saliva flooding her mouth as well as dampening her panties.
That sly smile of his came back as well as a certain twinkle in his eyes. He’d watched her eye fuck him and he’d liked it. “You got drunk and let some son of a bitch grind his cock into your ass on the dance floor. I came and rescued you only for you to start a fight with Patty and her friends.”
“Who’s Patty?” Good grief, she was completely lost. Maybe if she spent less time admiring Race’s physique and more time listening to what he was saying, she might actually find out what happened last night.
“Trick’s ex old lady’s crazy ass sister and you damn near knocked her out. It was funny as hell to see her fall over like a tree.”
It was really hard to concentrate when the covers were pooled around his hips, displaying all that lovely bare skin. Her head jerked as his words sank in. “Why would I hit her?”
“I guess because she was in Lindsey’s face.”
