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GORDON: ***Middle finger emoji***

HARRISON: Okay. Count me in.

I shoot him the text back, flick my phone to silent, and pop it on the nightstand just as Arlo opens the bathroom.

“It’s going to be a…hard night,” I say, adjusting myself, and he smiles, the beautiful rose blush rising to his cheeks before he strips off the towel, climbs into bed naked, and curls up at my side.

Yep, tonight is going to be a really fucking hard night.

Chapter twelve

Arlo

When I wake withHarrison’s large arms wrapped around me and his chest moving up and down under my head, I can’t help but smile. He is breathing heavily, but he’s not snoring. Not like he tried to say he would. I don’t know who told him he sounds like a train. If I wasn’t in the room with him, I wouldn’t be able to hear a thing.

Last night was amazing, and though I so terribly wanted to fuck him, having his thick fingers wrapped around our cocks, stroking us together until we both came, was incredible. Just the memory of it has my dick twitching against his leg. I quickly turn over. He moans. Shit, I woke him up.

“Where are you going?” he groans, half asleep.

“I was going to shower to help me wake up. My alarm will be going off in—” My phone on the nightstand starts to chime. “See.”

“But I want to cuddle,” he whines, rolling against my back and pulling me close against him. So close that his morning wood presses against the crease of my ass. I’m strictly a top,though I do enjoy outer-ass play, but right now, I need to get ready. I might be nervous as fuck to be doing this reading, but I’d be a total fucking wreck if I was also running late.

I slip out of his arms and climb from the bed.

“Sorry, after the reading, I’ll cuddle you all you like.”

His gaze trails from my eyes to my cock and back up.

“Can we cuddle naked?”

I laugh. “Anytime you want.”

He licks his lips and returns his stare to my groin.

I turn toward the bathroom. “After the reading,” I say again, and as I close the door behind me, I watch him turn his face into the pillow and moan.

“Torturer.”

It’s still not any easier showering with this thing on my wrist. My hair hasn’t been properly washed for over a week. I had to cancel my appointment at the salon a few blocks from my apartment as it clashed with the reading, and now, they can’t get me in for a few more days. I never used to go to salons, but after I tried to wash my hair the first time wearing this cast and got soap in my eyes after about three seconds, I called and made a regular appointment once a week for a wash and blow dry, just to stay on top of it. It’s actually nice having it done for you. I might keep the appointment even after this thing comes off. It never looks better than when I step out of their doors, and it stays frizz free for at least three days, too. Out of the shower, I do my best to brush and blow dry my hair on my own because it goes fluffy as fuck if I let it air dry, and then head to the room wearing only a towel. I half expected Harrison to still be in bed waiting for me, but I open the door, and he’s not there.

“Hello?” I call, but he doesn’t reply. I spot a piece of paper on the pillow and pick it up.

Grabbing breakfast and coffee, back soon. ~H.

I throw on pants and a shirt and am just getting my shoes on when he comes back.

“I got you a muffin, hope that’s okay?” he says, strolling through the door as I’m trying to work my hair into a ponytail. The cast keeps catching my hair and pulling strands out making it look like shit.

“Do you want help?” he asks, putting the coffee down on the table and joining me by the mirror in the living room.

“Yes, please,” I say, holding the brush and hair band out to him.

“Sit,” he says, and I move to the couch. He stands behind it and starts brushing my hair back, pulling it into his firm grasp at the back of my head.

“All done,” he says, a few seconds later, and I stand, shocked he could do it so quickly. I go back to the mirror to check it, and it’s actually really good. He’s managed to tie it back with all the hair on top totally smooth against my head.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I ask and he laughs.

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