“A tired moron,” Vienna responded, his voice a groggy croak. “What sort of man kicks someone in their sleep?”
“I just nearly broke my fucking neck tripping over you.”
“Did you stumble out of the bedroom with your eyes shut? I’m not an easy man to miss.”
“Why are you cuddling Rachel’s dress?”
“I dunno man. Stop lecturing me!”
“Are you seriously going back to sleep?” Dante sounded at the end of his tether already. I brought the cup of tea to my lips and smiled into it.
“It’s the middle of the night!”
“There are two sevens in a day, you know.”
“That doesn’t sound right. Are you qualified to be homeschooling that girl? You can’t even tell the time. And right now, it’s bedtime.”
“Vienna, get the fuck off my leg!” I laughed as I heard a commotion and plenty of swearing. I leant over as far as I couldwithout tumbling off the chair and was just in time to see Dante trying to dislodge Vienna as he made his way down the stairs. Vienna was clinging on for dear life, laughing his deranged little laugh. Dante gave a kick of his leg, and I heard Vienna curse as he was finally kicked free and went tumbling down the remaining few steps.
“You’re getting worse every fucking day,” Dante huffed.
Vienna just let out a yawn and then I saw him making his way back up the stairs. “Your bedroom is free then, yeah?”
“Rachel is in there.”
“She won’t mind sharing with me.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, turning to go back up the stairs as Vienna began to run to the top and down the hallway.
“Dante, I’m here,” I called, before we ended up with a fight on our hands.
“What are you doing awake?” He scowled at me, coming into the kitchen.
“Good morning to you, too, sunshine. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”
“Don’t start. I’m in no mood for your bullshit today,” he hissed at me, heading towards the kettle.
I brought the cup to my lips again, smothering my smile as I watched him make himself a cup of tea. He was shirtless, wearing nothing other than grey sweatpants, and the sight of him was enough to have me feral.
The muscles in his arms flexed every time he moved, the veins in his forearms protruding as he reached up for a cup from the cupboard.
My mouth watered, and I caught myself just in time, as I almost literally fucking drooled when he turned and presented me with his muscled back.
Good grief, I was only human, and the man was built like a fucking God. Who could blame me for staring?
He turned back around, resting against the counter, and my eyes drifted down to theverynoticeable bulge in his sweats.
“Are you planning on looking at me all day?”
“I might,” I grinned. “You’re looking very… nice,” my eyes went back down to his bulge, earning myself a wicked grin from him.
“If you’re up for another round, you might want to at least run a brush through your hair, Rachel. You look like shit.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up, making my way over to him, putting on a big show of rolling my hips as I did so. I heard his sharp intake of breath and bit my inner cheek to keep from smiling. I pressed my body up against his, rubbing my tits along his chest as I went on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
“Oh, sweetie. If only you had the stamina to keep up with my appetite. I’ll be playing with my rose long before I play with you for round two.” I patted his face and shoved my empty cup into his hands. With one quick peck to his lips, I turned away from him and went to get dressed.
Are you done yet?
