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And that’s what makes things with Blair so easy. We know each other, even if there’s little pieces still around to surprise us.
I nose along his neck to his jaw. “I love you, too.”
We lay there, holding each other, touching softly, kissing slowly, just enjoying one another’s presence until my phone rings across the room where my discarded clothes are.
I groan as Blair pushes me to my back, laughing when I cling to him while he tries to stand so he has to tickle my sides to get me to let go. We’re both out of breath from the laughter as he digs out my phone and tosses it to me.
“Speak of the devil,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Ryder. Probably wants his truck back.”
“Hm, then I guess you better get it back to him.”
“Maybe I can negotiate to get it back in the morning?”
Blair climbs back into bed and settles with his head resting on his arms folded over my chest just as the ringing stops.
“You can come back,” he says softly. “I’ll wait up.”
I sigh, threading my fingers through his hair and watching as his eyes close and he tips his head closer to my hand. He kind of reminds me of a cat.
“Shiloh will have to drive out and pick me up in the Jeep.”
He opens his eyes, and I slide my hand down to cup his cheek.
“I could just follow you out.”
“Don’t you work in the morning?”
Blair huffs and buries his face in my stomach, making me squirm when his nose prods at my belly button.
“Fine. Call him back and tell him you’ll have it for him bright and early. I’ll wake you up. But maybe you should hang out with him tomorrow. He’s been a big help with the truck.”
I toss my head back on a groan. “Why don’t you hang out with him, then?”
“Atlas.” His voice is admonishing, and it makes my mouth run dry. It’s not often that Blair uses his big brother voice on me—that’s usually reserved for Shiloh—but hearing that tone directed at me gives me one hell of a brain boner.
He pushes up and throws a leg over to straddle my waist, which is one hundred percent not helping the hormonal thoughts suddenly rushing in my head.
“I know your family can be trash,” he says, pressing his hands to my chest and leaning over me. “But Ryder isn’t one of them. You need more people in your life than just Shiloh and me. Call him.”
Dark strands of hair curtain his face, but those brown eyes that stare at me intent and serious shine through the shadows. It’s as natural as breathing for my hands to grip his thighs and skim my fingers up to his waist. His eyelids flutter, but he doesn’t budge.
“I’d rather start our exploring,” I mumble, and Blair presses a cheeky smile to my lips.
“Hm.” His mouth moves on mine, barely letting me return the kiss before he goes back to hovering. “How about a deal? Call your brother, and I’ll blow you. If that’s something you want.”
I think I stop breathing, desire opening in my chest like I’ve never felt before. Heat floods my body, and the sneaky way Blair shifts his weight on my lap tells me he knows I like the idea.
“Tell me something that turns you on.”
I blink at the request and give him a once over, quirking my brow. He chuckles and swats my chest. It makes fresh heat build on my skin and butterflies go off in my stomach.
“Your dick,” I say under my breath, wondering if he’s going to admonish me again, but he only fiddles with the band on the sweats he’s wearing.
“Hm, does my piercing turn you on, big guy?”
He flattens himself on top of me, his chest to mine and his thickening erection pressed to my stomach. His lips fall on my neck, tongue tracing a vein along my throat and stopping to suck at my Adam’s apple.
“You calling me ‘big guy’ turns me on.” I cup my hands over his ass and give it a squeeze that earns me a thrust of his hips and the erotic feel of each ridge of his cock through the sweats grinding on my abs. “Why does that turn me on?”
