Page 22 of Sweet Anarchy

He laughs, crawling up the bed, licking his lips. Or rather, cleaning them.

"Hmm," he hums, leaning over my body to kiss me. I taste myself on him, kissing him back quickly before swatting at his chest.

"Did you really sneak in here and go down on me while I was asleep?" I ask, shocked.

Zayn grins, laying on his side, facing me. "Maybe."

I look over at the door, relieved to find it closed. "What if you'd been caught? I can't deal with that shit right now."

"I'm just good at being sneaky," he muses. "The only thing I forgot to take into account is how loud you are."

My cheeks flush. "I was asleep."

"And I was hungry. So, sue me."

Shaking my head, I turn around so my back faces him. He takes the hint, wiggling closer to spoon me.

"I know you hate sleeping alone," he whispers into my ear. "And I didn't want you to."

I smile at him softly. "I do hate it," I admit. "I hate everything right now except for this. Right now, the only things that make sense in my life are you, Blake and Asher… and Chuck."

His arm hangs over my waist, his fingers stroking my stomach. "It will be right again one day."

I open my mouth to speak when my bedroom door creaks open. My heart halts, the two of us freezing as we lift our heads to peer into the dark.

The door closes again, footsteps heading towards the bed.

"I should have known you'd beat me here," Asher groans from the end of the bed.

Zayn's body jolts with silent laughter. "Have to be quicker than that, Ash."

Asher grunts in reply, moving around to the side of the bed I'm facing. He peels back the blanket, slipping in.

Now that he's close, I can see his face more clearly. I watch as he goes to reach for me, spotting Zayn's hand laying across me. His eyebrow raises before he grabs his brother's wrist, lifting it up and tossing it behind me, as if he's throwing away a dirty used Kleenex.

Zayn snorts quietly behind me, unfazed. He shuffles closer, positioning his hand on my thigh instead.

Asher rests his hand in the dip of my waist, making sure we're covered by the blanket, even though it's not cold in here.

"I'm half-expecting Blake to sneak in at some point," I joke to the two of them.

Zayn nuzzles my neck. "He's gone to the clubhouse, actually. He wanted to wait until you were asleep so that you wouldn't realize he was gone."

I tense up, as does Asher. Clearly, he also had no idea this was happening.

"Is that safe right now?" I ask, concerned.

Zayn kisses my neck. "Completely. The Norsemen won't attack a clubhouse directly now. It would be an on the spot death sentence. Besides, they will probably be laying low at the moment. They know everyone will be after them."

I'm not convinced, but I do my best to try not to panic. Asher sighs, before leaning forward to kiss my lips.

"We just have to trust he knows what he's doing, Ry. It will be okay. Also, why can I taste your pussy on your lips?"

Zayn and I both burst out laughing, before quickly hushing ourselves. Asher glares over my shoulder at his brother.

"You?"

"Guilty," Zayn grins, looking very much like the cat who got the cream.

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