Page 43 of Stables

Knowing he’s sleeping, I try my best to quiet my steps to slip on my sneakers before heading to the kitchen. This would be easier if my knee and side didn’t ache every time I moved.

Shit, I stepped on a shard of glass. I hope that didn’t wake him up.

After sweeping the brunt of the shattered pane into a pile, I think I’ll wait before trying to put it into the garbage can.

I know that part can be loud, and I’m betting Paisley will be up soon.

Peeling off my shoes, I put them back on the mat by the front door.

I just want to sneak one more look at him. I’m not quite brave enough to ogle him when I might get caught.

When I move around the end of the couch, I get more than I bargained for.

Through the slit in the front of his boxer-briefs, the girthy head of his dick is just poking through.

Oh fuck.

He’s huge. And he’s not even hard.

My god.

How does he even walk?

When his hand twitches, I find myself moving my gaze back up his defined body.

Until I get to his very open eyes watching me.

Shit.

Chapter 12

Dixon

I didn’t mean tocrash on her couch. But I didn’t feel comfortable leaving that gaping hole in her kitchen unguarded to sleep in my truck.

Imagine my surprise when I wake up and find her focused on my crotch.

When the icy truth hits me what she’s looking at, I sit up quickly and tug the blanket over my waist, hiding myself.

My fucking dick just gets harder as she stands there.

I was hoping it was a fluke when I was wiping her face last night that my cock woke up because I was in my skivvies.

Please let that be the same reason this time.

Jeans will be the firm rule from now on around her.

“I didn’t want him to sneak back in.” I gesture at the missing door, hoping to bypass the awkward moment completely.

If neither of us acknowledge it, it’ll go away.

Right?

“Oh.” Her mouth makes a perfect circle before she clamps her jaw shut.

My nuts ache over their missed opportunity.

Hell.

---