Page 23 of A Different Kind of Hooker

“A rugby game and sex all night might do that to a guy,” I remarked tiredly.

“It’s not rugby, Eliza,” he chuckled softly.

“Well, I suppose I’m safer than drugs.”

Heron barked out a laugh. “Baby, the last thing that you are is safe. You are way more addicting than any drug out there.”

“Is that a compliment? I’m not sure.”

“It’s a statement of fact that you can take any way that you want,” he replied, a smile in his voice.

I wasn’t sure how or for how long, but when my eyes snapped open, it was clear that’d I fallen asleep again. Heron’s arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I knew that we needed to get up. I really needed that hot bath, a toothbrush, and food. As much as I appreciated why my body was sore, it was also a mess. For whatever reason, Heron like to cum on me,notthat I minded.

Ever so gently as to not wake Heron up, I slipped out from underneath his arm, then headed towards the bathroom naked. After taking care of business, I grabbed his robe from behind the door, put it on, then began searching for a toothbrush, hoping to find a hairbrush as well. I looked horrible, and I eyed the tub, not caring if Heron had no bubble bath. I genuinely needed some hot water to soothe away these aches and pains.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped, not even realizing that I hadn’t locked the door. “I needed to pee, find a toothbrush, and I really need a shower, Heron.”

“You look perfectly fine to me,” he said sleepily, his stunning body on full display for me.

“I look like a hooker after her shift,” I snorted.

Walking towards the toilet, Heron surprised me again as he started peeing right in front of me, almost like we’d been married for years already. “There’s a pack of toothbrushes in the bottom drawer,” he said casually. “And you still look sexy in the morning, hooker or no hooker.”

I gawked at his back through the mirror. “You really need to work on your compliments, Heron.”

“So, calling you a hot slut last night wasn’t doing it for you?” He looked back over his shoulder, sending me a smirk.

My face reddened.

“I need to go home,” I announced as I ignored the obvious, then started looking for the packet of toothbrushes. “I need a shower and some clean clothes.”

“You can shower here, and I’ve got plenty of clothes for you to wear,” he replied, finishing up his business. “They might be huge on you, but they’ll do.”

I turned on the sink as I eyed him. “This is beginning to feel a lot like false imprisonment.” I pointed the toothbrush at him. “That’s a felony, you know.”

Heron’s arms wrapped around my waist. “Then you shouldn’t have put on my robe, baby. I like how you look surrounded in my things.”

“You’re insane,” I said before going about brushing my teeth.

“Pretty sure that we already established that after the match yesterday,” he smirked.

Heron kissed the side of my neck, then grabbed his own toothbrush, joining me at the sink. It felt weird, but also surprisingly comfortable. It was also sexy how he was so confident in his naked masculinity. I knew that a lot of men were, but Heron carried it really well. Granted, he had every reason to walk around naked self-assuredly, but still.

After brushing my teeth, I turned towards him. “I really need a hot bath, food, and clothes, Heron.”

“All three things that you can get here,” he pointed out.

“My own clothes,”I clarified. “I’d also like a bubble bath. My body’s sore.”

He grinned at me lasciviously. “Music to my ears.”

I rolled my eyes, then headed back to the bedroom. “I’m going home.”

“Fine,” he called back. “But not without me.”

“Well, you did drive me,” I drawled out. Hoping to help my love life along a bit, Ranger and Coops had driven me to the game in hopes that Heron would drive me back.

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