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I watch the gentle rise and fall of her body as she sleeps before finally dragging myself into the bathroom to clean up. I’mcovered in other people’s blood, and God knows what else after a particularly violent display at The Circle tonight. It must be a full moon or some shit because those assholes were on a whole other level.
I strip my clothes and step into a scorching hot shower. The hot water washes away the blood, leaving behind the scars of my past and the tattoos I’ve covered them with.
When I finally step out of the shower and dry off, tugging on a pair of boxer briefs, I pause in the doorway again.
It’s strange to see someone in my bed again after all these years. It’s not that I haven’t fucked women, because I have, but I never bring them here. I never even spend the night with them.
It’s always been nothing more than a way to release the excess tension in my body so I can go home and continue the life of solitude I chose for myself.
But not anymore.
Now I have a wife. Someone who will come to rely on me, who will walk by my side until such time as one of us meets our untimely end.
I finally move toward the bed and climb in beside her, matching the way she hugs the edge of the bed and leaving most of the king-size bed free.
I thought because I wasn’t out too late tonight that I would struggle to find sleep, but instead I fall into a blissful slumber just minutes after my head hits the pillow.
And instead of a restless night of nightmares, I sleep more soundly than I have in the last decade.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ISLA
Stifling heat drags me out of my restless sleep, but I can’t quite work out what the source is.
I’ve always been a cold sleeper. Even in the throes of summer, I need three blankets on the bed or I’ll freeze, but I can’t remember ever being this hot.
I crack one eye open, but the blinds I pulled closed before I fell asleep last night block out any light that may have otherwise filtered through. For the first two hours, I lay in bed staring at the city below, dreaming of all the things that could have been if circumstances hadn’t led me here, and then I was forced to close the curtains in the hope I would be able to fall asleep.
It worked but now I have no fucking clue what time it is.
It takes long minutes for me to figure out the source of the heat.
The six-foot-seven giant attached to me, his arm wrapped around my middle in a vise grip that I have no chance of getting out of without waking him, and his very hard body pressed against my back.
I shift slightly, trying to put even the slightest amount of distance between us, but quickly freeze when I feel something equally as hard pressed against my ass.
Is that his…
I can’t even bring myself to finish the question in my own damn mind because if it is… Lord, what they say about big men with big feet and big hands is all kinds of true.
Before I went to sleep, I made sure I was as close to the edge of the bed as I could possibly get without falling off the edge, but at some point during the night, I either moved into the middle of the bed or Doc dragged me over here.
I take a deep breath to settle my racing heart, but all that does is breathe in the intoxicating scent of leather and vanilla, a cocktail I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to, no matter how long this sham of a marriage lasts.
Once I’m as calm as I think I’m able to be in this situation, I carefully inch forward so my body is no longer pressed against the length of his. But that still leaves his arm wrapped around my waist in a grip I wouldn’t be able to escape at the best of times, let alone laying down and half asleep.
I nibble at my bottom lip as I try desperately to figure out my next steps. First of all, I’ll need to work out an alternative sleeping situation because there’s no way I want to be waking up with his cock pressed against me every morning.
I shuffle farther forward but quickly stop in my place when I hear Doc groan.
Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.
Things are awkward enough between us without him knowing we spent at least some of the night cuddling.
The edge of the bed is just a few inches away, and I can almost taste the blissful, cool air outside these blankets. But as if the last few days hadn’t already been a demonstration of how much the universe hates me, Doc drags me back across the mattress until I’m once again pressed against him.
I wouldn’t have taken the man as a cuddler, and yet here we are.
