I know I wasn’t laying down before passing out, so I must have done so at some point after. Ramsey and I had been on opposite ends of the couch when I was still awake. I was still on my end when I woke to a nearly pitch-black room and the sweetest scent I’d ever smelled in my life, with her soaking wet pussy grinding against my thigh. She was so close to me that I could feel when the babies kicked in her belly.
As I shifted my thigh back, I noted the damp mark she had left on my jeans and the only thing running through my mind was that I wouldneverwash these jeans again. But moving my thigh only made her move closer in her sleep, and without my leg in the way, it left me wide open for her to slot her warmth against my raging hard cock. Once she did that, a growl had involuntarily worked its way up my throat and past my lips.
Waking to Ramsey pressed against me, feeling her warmth, was like a dream. Her little moans as she ground herself against me unknowingly in her sleep has me desperate to reach down and feel just how slick she is with my bare skin. But she’s asleep, and I would never do that without her permission.
As she stirs and attempts to pull herself away from me, my grip around her only tightens, and I find myself unable to let go. I’m also worried about what I’ll do if she moves. The urge to pin her down so I can take care of her is pulsing in my veins, my alpha instincts pushing me to make my omega feel good.
But she’s not my omega, is she?
So why does everything inside me scream that she is? Why does she feel like mine if she isn’t? And if she is, is there any hope for us after she’s already lost so much?
She moves in closer towards me again, and I can’t control what comes out of my mouth. Before I can think through the words fully, they’re out, and I could kick myself.
“You want some help with that, Baby Doll?”
What the fuck.
I could have stopped there.Shouldhave stopped there. She might have said no, and that would have been that. We would go on and eventually forget about the awkward moment in time that I offered to make her cum.
But no. Despite my attempts to control it, my mouth seems to have a life of its own and it won’t stop running away with itself. More words spew out of me, locking me in.
When she spreads her legs and says okay, that’s it. My self-control is annihilated. My need to take care of her, totouchher, too great to back out.
Gods help me.
I can only hope she doesn’t hate me in the light of day after this. And if she does, I hope it doesn’t ruin all the progress she’s made.
Fuck.
I’m going to the deepest pits of Hell.
But I’ll enjoy the ride there,Ithink to myself as I touch her.
ChapterTwenty-One
RAMSEY
I don’t havetime to second guess my decision.
The minute Forde’s fingers touch the bare skin of my thigh, gliding slowly up to where the hem of my shirt rests, my mind goes blank.
“You’re sure?” he asks, breath fanning across my face.
I give him a slight nod of my head, unable to tear my gaze away from his. Tendrils of his hair have fallen across his forehead, giving him an almost boyish look. His jaw is lightly shadowed with the faintest hint of stubble, but it’s so subtle that it’s hardly visible unless you’re close enough.
“Words, Baby Doll,” he grunts, pinching the back of my thigh lightly.
I jolt in surprise, clearing my throat.
“Yes,” I breathe, my mind fogged with need, my dream still ever present and pulsing through my veins.
Forde’s fingers move under my shirt and continue moving until they reach my shorts. He pauses briefly before sliding a finger along the center of my soaked shorts, and I bite my lip, my eyes closing involuntarily.
I can feel his gaze on me, watching my reactions as best as he can with so little light. He does it again and my back arches slightly. My lips part on a breathy moan.
My dream left me on edge, every fiber of my being feeling like it’s about to burst into a thousand pieces at the slightest touch. This need, it consumes me, and I let it guide me.
“Tell me what you want,” Forde says, his voice seeming to get deeper.