Page 30 of Smoke
“He fucking fainted,” Bash argued.
“Watch your mouth around Tucker,” Layton scolded, making me chuckle.
I couldn’t help it, it was too damn funny. Bash stared at Layton like he’d been body snatched. The entire thing was so bizarre.
“I feel like I’m in an alternate reality,” Blade mumbled from where he’d moved to once Tucker had taken over.
“Besides, he only fainted because his pressure bottomed out. It’s stable now,” Layton argued.
“He still fuc…. freaking fainted,” Bash argued.
“Thanks,” I said, standing and grabbing my bloodied shirt from the table.
“Let me get you a fresh shirt,” Tucker said, running off before I could even reply.
“He’s sweet,” I told Layton.
“Fuck you,” he replied, but the corner of his mouth twitched and I felt like he knew he was being obstinate.
“This night has been wild,” Blade mumbled.
“ Yup, and tomorrow I feel like we’re all going to need to talk about it, but right now I just want to get back to my girl.”
***
A soft body snuggling closer to me woke me from a light sleep. The only positive thing that had happened last night was that Ash had asked to sleep in my bed. Kay said she’d missed me and even though I hated her heart was sad, I loved knowing her feelings mirrored mine.
Ash rutted against me again and my hard cock pressed against her belly. Her movements stilled and her eyes opened wide.
“Good morning, babygirl.”
“Dawson!” she squealed before flinging her arms around me.
I hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead. “I missed you last night, Little one. I was so glad when I found you inmy bed.” I didn’t add how late it had been or how long I’d had Jasper’s men watching the house. Little girls didn’t need to know everything.
“I missed you too,” she said. “I’m sorry I was so emotional last night. I let my Little be a bit to0 free.”
Stroking her face, I rolled us so that she was under me. My arm and side protested in agony, but I forced myself to keep a straight face.
“Your Little is allowed to be as free as she wants. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep her trapped inside, okay? It’s not healthy for you or her.”
She turned her head, looking away from me. Running my hand up her back, I fisted her hair in my hand and forced her to look at me.
She gasped in surprise, but didn’t protest.
“Promise me you won’t hide her away. She’s safe now. You’re both safe now.”
Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet them.
“Promise me, babygirl.”
“I promise,” she said, panting.
Grabbing one of her thighs, I opened her up to me. Sliding between her legs, I rested my erection against her. The pink panties she was wearing did nothing to prevent me from feeling her heat against my shaft.
Gasping, she rubbed herself against my length. Through her thin t-shirt I could see her nipples pebble. A sudden, almost primal, urge to see her shot through me.
“Can I get you naked, babygirl?”
