Page 55 of Lace 'em Up

Silence.

For so long that I almost pull my arm away, almost roll and flick on the light, if only to see her face.

But then she melts against me, all of her soft pressing into me, her soft sigh of contentment hitting hard enough to steal any words, any movement, making it so that I can’t do anything except hold her.

Hold her as she says, the words as quiet as the night creeping in, “No, King, you didn’t hurt me.”

Hold her and listen to her as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

Hold her and claim her as mine and?—

Hold her as I allow sleep to coax me under.

Sixteen

Rory

I wake up warm and rested, more rested than I’ve felt in the week since the aborted wedding, in the week of sadness and emotional and physical hurts and…

Nightmares that crept in and tried to steal my slumber.

But no nightmares last night?—

Or at least, none that I remember.

I sigh softly, start to roll over.

Start because…I try to move, but I find I can’t.

Which is the moment that sleep finally leaves my hazy mind and my eyes fly open.

There’s an arm around my middle, but that isn’t a surprise. It was there when I fell asleep, same as the big, hockey body had been pressed all to my back. It’s just?—

The leg between mine, King’s thick thigh pushed up against my pussy.

The hard cock throbbing against my ass.

The hand cupping my breast.

I—

Well, I’m turned on, instantly and completely and before my next breath. My pussy grows slick and I feel the material of my underwear, the only thing separating that strong, thick thigh from the rest of my body, grow damper moment by moment.

So damp that I know, if he was awake, he’d be able to feel it.

Same as he’d be able to feel the hard bud of my nipple pressing against his palm.

Hear my breath growing ever more unsteady.

Feel the need coiling in my body, sending me trembling.

I exhale silently, try to regain control, but all I can feel is his sexy body surrounding mine, covering me in his heat, his scent. Desire is a red haze at the edges of my vision, reducing my world to this bed, this man, the way he’s got me feeling more with him than I ever felt with Phillip.

Maybe that’s why I do what I do next.

Maybe that’s why I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from doing it, even if the world was ending and aliens were descending and nukes were falling from the sky.

I arch my hips?—

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