Page 14 of Unwrapping Deviance

I hum contemplatively. “Fuck’em then. Whatever it is.”

He chuckles quietly but doesn’t say another word as he finishes organizing his dresser. I stubbornly keep my eyes open and on him, but the long drive is messing with my willpower now that I’m on a bed.

“Mi?”

The muffled whisper of my name penetrates the heavy fog weighing down my limbs. I’m vaguely aware of warm fingers brushing my cheek, stroking my hair.

“Mi?” the voice says again.

“Hm?” I grumble.

Strong, sturdy arms slip under me and I’m pulled away from my cozy spot. I come awake just in time to find myself settled against Daniel’s broad chest.

“I’m awake,” I croak into the side of his neck, my arms around his shoulders.

“I know, baby.”

I nuzzle closer and feel his arms tighten as he carries me.

“Why are we leaving?”

“Because I can’t be trusted with you in my bed.”

I feel myself frown at the ridiculous statement. “We’ve shared a bed lots of times.”

“It’s different.”

I vaguely give that some thought and conclude it’s because of Christian. Maybe Daniel doesn’t want his brother to think anything is happening between us. I try to understand, but it annoys me.

“I want to stay with you.”

His warm lips brush my temple. “I’m just down the hall.”

Cool sheets come up around me as I’m placed on my bed. Daniel releases me to reach for my feet. My socks and sneakers are removed and set aside. He drags the sheets over my legs as I drop my hands to the snaps on my shorts; the denim is not at all comfortable to sleep in and since that seems to be the new plan, I’m not keeping them on.

Daniel freezes.

His warm, golden eyes track the motions of my hands, follow it like a wolf caught in the scent of fresh blood. They fix on my working fingers popping the button through the loop and I’m suddenly wide awake. My body hums with awareness as I pull the soft fabric apart for him.

A muscle coils in his jaw as the elastic of my pink panties come into view. They’re not fancy or cute. Basic cotton, but the way his nostrils flare, the way his fingers tighten in the sheets, they could have been the sexiest things he’s ever seen.

Emboldened, I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and drag them over my hips, arching my back, getting them to my thighs ... baring myself for him, exposing my mound barely covered and wet.

“Mi...”

The material is at my knees.

I have never changed in front of him. He’s never seen me in my underwear alone. Not even a swimsuit. But the way he licks his lips, eyes pinned to my crotch, it’s all I want to wear for him.

“Help?” I whisper, letting my hands fall away, letting him pull my shorts the rest of the way.

He doesn’t move for two heartbeats, but it feels like a million as I lie in his parent’s bed with my pants at my knees, my pussy lips perfectly outlined under the fabric of my panties and the only thing covering my breasts is a tank top that has bunched just beneath the mounds.

I wish I could say this is the tensest moment we’ve ever shared, but I’ve been in his lap in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, his cock a hot bulge pressed into my hip, our lips inches apart. I’ve woken up after a fitful night full of nightmares to him molded down my back, his big hand cupped over my breast, his erection wedged in the crack of my ass.

Nothing ever happened.

Daniel always comes to his senses.

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