Page 30 of Matched into the Mob

“Do you need another blanket? There’s a heavy quilt in the closet that will keep you warm.”

He was awake. Not a surprise.

I was wary of speaking to him because he’d been going to ask questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. Any questions like whywere you working for Dane? Were you hoping to bring down all the mafia organizations in the city?

That was the second time I’d put off the discussion, and as we were stuck in the house together, I couldn’t avoid his pestering forever, though I’d accept, “What’s your favorite color?” or “Do you like anchovies?” or “On your back or doggie style?” What? No. Not that. But if pressed for an answer, I’d say, ummm, me on top riding him.

“Are you sure? It’s getting chilly.”

It was, but my inner temperature was heated and rising.

He pulled out more bedding and stood beside the bed. “Top or bottom?”

“What?” I squealed, my mind going places it shouldn’t be. The same places it had been seconds previously.

“Where are you sleeping? At the top of the bed or the bottom? What did you think I was talking about?”

I could almost feel his cocky grin in the half light.

“Never mind.” Scrambling to the top of the bed, I slid under the covers, and he placed the new bedding on top. “Thanks.”

And I should thank him for standing, as I got a great view of his cock, outlined under the shorts.

“Since you’re awake,” he began.

Yikes, I’d fallen into his trap and had to slither out. “I’m not.” I pulled the covers over my head. “Sound asleep. Dead to the world. Out like a light. Sleeping like a log.”

Too much? Oh yeah, but I hoped he’d get the message and go away. Not far. Just onto the floor.

“Matt!”

Ouch! His voice ripped through the air like a slap. Was Ranger having a temper tantrum? I was glad the gun had been put away. Unless he’d retrieved it. I had to know because he’d been handing it like a pro when I walked into the room. And Ionly knew what a pro was having witnessed Dean at a shooting range.

I poked my head out.

“Where’s your weapon?” But I regretted saying that because his crotch was inches away from my face and his hard cock was definitely a damned weapon. I blurted out. “Oh, I see it.”

“Huh?”

I hid under the covers again, saying, “My mistake.”

“Matt!” He yelled again and removed the quilt. “We’re both awake, and I’d like me some answers.”

“I don’t know for sure, but I’d say it’s part genetics and part arousal. Too early for morning wood. Middle of the night wood?”

“Matt!”

“I know my name, Ranger. You don’t have to keep repeating it.”

“Shove over.”

“You’re not getting into bed with me.”

“I’d like to sit if that’s okay. On my own bed.”

I reluctantly moved, wishing I could stick my fingers in my ears and shout, “La la la la. Can’t hear you.”

Ranger got on the bed, and while I refused to admit it, I relished him being so close. My body reacted, not just my cock. All of me calmed just a tad with him next to me.

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