Page 28 of When I Found You

Stacey eventually slides off of me and I roll out of bed to head into the bathroom. She follows me in and pees before we both head back to bed.

“You sure you have to leave in a week?” she sleepily asks, once settled next to me with her head on my chest.

“Sorry, babe, going AWOL isn’t high on my list of things to do while I’m in the military. Jail doesn’t sound like a fun place to be. Plus, if I’m in jail, I wouldn’t be able to give you orgasms like tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she agrees and giggles. “Semantics.”

“But I wouldn’t say no to you coming to see me the following weekend, if you’re available.”

“I don’t know of anything going on that weekend as of right now, but can double-check tomorrow and let you know.”

We drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, waking only when the shrill sound of her alarm goes off the next morning.

Chapter Ten

STACEY

I rollover and grab my cell off the nightstand, shutting off my alarm. With the noise stopped, I drop the phone back on the nightstand and stretch my sore body. I snuggle in closer to the heat radiating off of Peyton’s body and he pulls me close, nuzzling his face in my neck.

“Are you sure you have to leave this morning?” he asks, hopeful.

“Sorry, early meeting today,” I tell him, gasping as he kisses the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“How long do you have until you have to leave?” he asks, looking up at me.

I look back over to my phone to see what time it is. “I have to be there in an hour, so I need to be walking out of here in, like, thirty minutes to give me enough time to stop for coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the way.”

“Damn,” he grumbles against my neck.

“We can do whatever it is you were hoping to do this morning, tonight…that is, if you’re free tonight and don’t already have plans.”

“No plans, and don’t you worry your cute little self about monopolizing anything. I’ll spend as much time with youthis week as you let me. If anyone should be worried about monopolizing someone’s time, it will be me with yours.”

“I know how to handle you,” I tease him as I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I stop at the doorway and look over my shoulder at him. His hair is messy from me running my hands through it last night, and it still looks like a mixture of bed head and sex rumpled. He’s got the sheets pulled over him just to the top of his hips and I can see the bulge of his erected cock as it attempts to jut out over the top of the sheets. My mouth waters at the thought of his cock and how it felt against my tongue last night when I sucked him into my mouth.

“You keep standing there, salivating about my cock, and I’m going to come pin you against that wall and show you just how much you love it.”

I shake out of my daydream and disappear into the bathroom. I reach into the shower and turn it on to start warming up while I quickly brush my teeth and use the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, I’m scrubbed, shaved, dressed, and back in the bathroom, doing my hair and applying some mascara and tinted lip gloss. The extent of my daily makeup routine.

“What time are you done today?” Peyton asks from the doorway where he stands, leaning against the frame as he watches me get ready.

“We try and wrap it up by late afternoon, but don’t have an exact set time we’re done. If we’re in the zone on a song, then we usually don’t want to stop that and mess up our flow. Other times, we don’t even make it an hour, if things just aren’t flowing for the day. Songwriting can be finicky sometimes. Do you want me to just call or text you once I’m done for the day?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll probably just be at the house with my dad. Unless Ethan can fit me in for some ink today.”

“What are you going to get done?”

“I’ve got a few things in mind, not sure what he’ll have the time for yet.”

“I’m thinking of having him draw up my first tattoo. I want some music notes, maybe floating off some sheet music.”

“Where would you put it?” he asks, as I rush out of the bathroom and slip into my Toms.

“Not sure. Maybe my calf or my side. I haven’t really decided yet. I know I want it somewhere that I can see it, but I don’t think I want it on my arms. Unless I just do the music notes, and then I could see putting it on the inside of my wrist,” I tell him, running the pad of my thumb over the area on my wrist I’d consider.

“It would look good there,” he says, his own thumb tracing over my wrist as he pulls me in for a kiss. “Call or text me later. We can grab dinner or something tonight.”

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