Page 70 of Explosive Prejudice

“You’ll laugh, but I’m scared of the dark.” He chuckled, closing his eyes again.

“You, what?”

He blinked several times as if fighting to keep awake. “Mhmm?”

“You’re afraid of the dark?”

Rubbing his eyes, he nodded.

“But how? I mean, what about the Notte Oscura?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around that fact. Why would he agree to be in that room if he was scared of the dark?

He shifted his head a bit, his lashes lowered as he stared back at me, a soft, beautiful smile coating his lips. “Because you were there, too.”

Suddenly, the room was a lot hotter than it was a second ago, and I had to look away, or else he’d see the flush that crept up to my face. His confession caught me off guard, making me miss a fucking beat. For God’s sake, he was too much to handle. Thankfully, he dozed off again, missing my awkward reaction.

Rubbing my face, I sighed and faced him again. Looking at his body, slumped on the couch like a broken doll, sat wrong with me, so I got up.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” I muttered as I grabbed his sleeping body and lifted him in my arms.

“I hate carrots, too,” he mumbled in his sleep as I started to walk toward the bedroom.

Shaking my head, I smiled. “God, you really do never shut up.”

Shay-Lee

Soft sun rays tickled my skin, and I scratched my nose before slowly opening my eyes. Now awake, I blinked several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming because right next to me was Diesel, sleeping on his side with his arms crossed over his chest and his head half sunk into the pillow. I took a moment to appreciate how peaceful he looked. How peaceful I slept next to him.

He had rather long eyelashes, resting against his naturally tanned cheeks. His bow-shaped lips were slightly parted, making me want to kiss them. I loved his nose, which was honestly perfect and probably too cute compared to his rough features, like his structured jawline and thick brows. Examining his tan skin, I counted as many scars as I could. Some were deeper than the others, but his whole body was covered with them, and they were all stunningly beautiful. I wasn’t surprised, considering how easily he got into fights.

A part of me wanted to stay right where I was to continue watching him sleep for hours, but I was too impatient for this shit, so instead—

“What the fuck?” Diesel’s eyes shot open as I flicked his forehead with two fingers, hard enough to leave a red mark.

I flipped onto my stomach and gave him a lopsided grin. “Good morning, Sunshine.”

“Good morning, my ass,” he grunted, rubbing his forehead. “What the fuck was that for?” He rose and rested on his elbows, annoyance masking his features.

I pouted as he reached for his phone and checked the time. “You were sleeping for too long.”

“It’s 7:00 a.m., you fucker.” He tossed the phone on the bed beside him before slumping back on the pillow and turning his back to me. “Don’t wake me up before noon.”

So he liked to sleep in? Good to know.

I nudged his shoulder. “Hell no. I’m bored and hungry. I demand breakfas—whoa!” An unmanly yelp broke past my lips as he grabbed my sweatshirt and yanked me closer, wrapping an arm around me and burying me in his chest.

“Sleep,” he murmured, as if being this close to one another was trivial.

My skin heated up as my heart hammered so fast in my chest I worried he’d hear it. Just a few hours ago, he’d said nothing would happen between us, and now, all of a sudden, we were hugging on his bed.

“I can hear your brain working,” he grunted, snapping my attention.

“Bullshit.” Resting my hand on his chest and closing my eyes, I huffed. “It’s just that you’re sweaty, and it’s hot.”

“Deal with it.”

The next time I opened my eyes, I was suffocated by the heat radiating from Diesel’s sleeping body. Our limbs were tangled together while our bodies pressed close. My skin was covered with sweat, and so was his. That was when I noticed we’d got rid of our sweatshirts at some point in our sleep. The sounds coming from the street were enough to tell me it was around noon.

Looking between us, I noticed another thing. Make it two more things, considering the tents in our sweats. As I tried to recall the last time I got morning wood, Diesel shifted in his sleep, pressing his thigh hard against my stiff dick. Shit. Now, I had a desperate need to rut against his thick thigh until I came and made a mess. I wanted him to get angry with me for coming over his leg while he was asleep and ruining his sweats in the process. I wanted him to punish me for it. And I wanted him to use my cum to wet my hole while spreading me open to take his huge dick.

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