We woke up sometime in the middle of the night for a second round that somehow ended up being as vigorous as the first.
He laughs, the warm, raspy sound sending tingles down my body. “Sorry. Are you sore?”
I roll over to face him, and gah! He’s got this sleepy, sexy look in his eyes that makes me melt, but I know how guys get the morning after, so I refrain from pouncing on him for some morning snuggles. Sean was not a snuggler. I can’t imagine that Rider wants me in his space right now.
His eyes pass over me, and his smile grows. “Come here.”
Or maybe he does.
“No sex,” I warn. My lady parts need a rest.
“No sex.”
Not needing another invitation, I toss an arm and leg over him and rest my head on his chest.
“Mmm. You’re so warm.” I wiggle closer, and I can feel his lips on my forehead pull into another smile. Seriously, naked snuggling with Rider is the best thing ever. I’m almost tempted to reward him with more sex. I’m so content, I blurt out the truth. “I’m waiting for you to be a dick and kick me out of your bed.”
“I’m not gonna be a dick.” He sounds mildly offended. “I like having you in my bed.”
God, his hotness factor just increased tenfold.
The sound of his gravelly morning voice is a potent aphrodisiac, and my nipples are hard little points, which I subtly rub against him for the friction. “You sound surprised that you like having me here.”
“You keep rubbing against me like that, and you’ll get a surprise.” He reaches under the covers, flexes his hips, and smacks me with his morning wood.
Laughing, I sit up and attempt to tickle him, but he moves so fast, I’m on my back before I blink. Except wrestling on a queen-size bed with a massive man is a bad idea because now I’m hanging off the bed.
He chuckles. “This is an interesting predicament you’re in, Miss Duran.” He blatantly stares at my boobs, which are giving him a high salute as I arch off the bed.
“Let me up, fool.”
Leaning down, he slowly licks one nipple before he takes it into his mouth, and I groan and run my hand through his hair.
“If I can’t walk tomorrow, it’s your fault.”
His eyebrow arches. “Does this mean we can—”
A knock on the door has us both turning our heads toward the sound as it opens.
And Tank and my brother stroll in.
“Dude, can Ben borrow your…” Tank stops with his mouth open as I scramble to cover my chest, and Rider yanks me back on to the bed. “Sorry, man. You never have anyone…”
Ben does a double-take. “What the hell, Kingston! Are you fucking my sister?”
“Get out, Ben!” I make sure my body is covered before I realize I’ve hogged all the blankets and Rider is stark naked with only a hand to cover himself. Which, for the record, isn’t enough.
My brother winces like he’s in pain. “You told me nothing was going on between you two. You said you guys were friends. That she was only helping you with the baby.”
“Goddamn it. Get the fuck out.” Giving up the pretense of modesty, Rider hops off the bed and tugs on a pair of track pants.
Tank is laughing because he thinks everything is funny. A minute later, the rest of the cavalcade charges in. The guys all stand in the doorway, but no one seems terribly surprised to see me except my brother, who looks ready to explode.
Tank claps his hands together. “I’m glad our boy finally got his priorities on straight.” He grabs Ben by his shoulders. “Ben, dude. Boundaries.”
“Thank you!” I tuck the sheet tighter around me. “Now can everyone please get the fuck out so I can get dressed?”
The guys all freeze, and Tank does a double-take. “Whoa. Never heard our girl curse like that.” He gives Ben a look. “She’s pissed. Let’s go. We’re ruining their morning-after glow.”
