Sly sank onto the couch beside us and propped his elbow against the back of it. “How are you feeling, mia preferita?”
“Mmmmm,” I hummed with satisfaction. “Like I was just given back-to-back orgasms.”
“Just say the word, Rose, and I’ll keep them coming,” Cain promised, already pushing the plush blanket from my thigh and resting his hand barely an inch from my sensitive core.
I shook my head lazily, a smile pulling at my lips. There was only one thing I wanted after coming twice and working a full shift at the bar. My eyelids already felt incredibly heavy, and a yawn threatened when I said, “Sleep.”
I had no doubts I’d have the best night's sleep of my life tonight.
“It’s too late for you to be on the road. Let’s go upstairs,” Sly suggested, pushing himself to stand.
“She’ll be sleeping in my room.” Cain’s tone left no room for negotiation, and unsurprisingly, Sly didn’t even try to argue. He just nodded acceptingly and flashed me a knowing smile. My heart jolted with my chest.
Everything had shifted.
Cain came to a stand with me in his arms and I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders tighter, keeping it around my chest, but letting it flow far past my body as though I had a plush, blanket cape.
I didn’t hate it. I was a fucking queen, after all.
And as Cain trudged out of my office letting Sly lock up behind us, my heart danced with palpitations as I let my mind envision being in Cain’s bed for the night, our bodies tangled together inside of his sheets, sleeping peacefully in his arms like I’d always dreamed about.
CHAPTERTWELVE
My entire body hummed when I woke the next morning and stretched lazily. The sun streamed in through the curtains, the warmth from the rays penetrating through the black bedding on Cain’s bed.
Turning onto my side, I stared at the man beside me who could double as a Greek God. He slept in only his black briefs, which left me with the most mouthwatering view as he laid on his stomach, his deliciously muscular tattooed arms curved under his pillow. His lips were slightly parted as he snored lightly, and a piece of his hair had fallen over his eyes.
When he’d brought me back to his room last night, I had expected him to fuck me, but Cain surprised me by tucking us both into his bed. He scooped me into his hold and pulled me close.
I absolutely hated cuddling, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from him. Being in his arms didn’t feel awkward like it typically did.
It felt right.
It should have startled me how comfortable I was with him. I was still afraid of getting too close. And I knew I needed to continue keeping him at arm's length, but fighting this was absolutely exhausting.
I needed to speak with Sly. I needed him to reassure me that throwing caution to the wind with Cain was the right thing to do, even if it meant potential heartbreak in the future. He was the only person who could see both sides of this scenario and detach himself enough to deliver me complete unadulterated honesty.
My mind begged me to be careful, but the heart wants what it wants and evidently can’t be persuaded otherwise.
Crossing that line with Cain made me feel alive.
I watched him sleep for a while longer, contently listening to the soft expels of his breath puffing through his lips. I could have easily fallen back to sleep, but I knew I needed to get my day started, starting with a quick stop down the hall.
Cain barely stirred as I slipped from his bed. The floor was cool against my bare feet, and I ran my hands along my arms to warm up as I sought out my clothes from the day before.
His room was sparse, and it was easy to see my clothes hadn’t made it upstairs with us. I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was still early—only seven—and I decided to brave the hallway in my birthday suit.
Cracking the door, I poked my head out and looked side to side, finding the hall completely empty. Slinking through the crack and shutting the door as gingerly as possible, I power-walked down to Sly’s room and snuck in.
His room was darker than Cain’s, the curtains fully closed and blocking the sunlight. My eyes took a moment to adjust, and when they did, I found Sly awake and smiling at me, leaning against his pillows with his phone casting a dim glow against his face.
“Ciao, bella,” he greeted, lowering his phone. He pushed himself up a little straighter and patted the empty space beside him.
As I moved toward his bed, I caught sight of my clothes sitting in a pile on top of his dresser, and I stopped to put them on.
“Thanks,” I said as I tugged my shorts up my hips, forgoing yesterday’s panties because, ew. “I was thinking I’d need to borrow someone’s shirt just to make it to my office this morning. Should have known you would have thought ahead.”
I shrugged my tank top down over my chest, then crawled onto Sly’s bed, settling close to him with my legs crossed.
