Page 6 of The Shake Off

Tonight didnothappen like that.

I looked over at the human equivalent of a humping puppy snoring softly next to me, a giant bicep tucked under his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. The razor-sharp line of his jaw had shadowed slightly as his stubble made an appearance, but it only enhanced his beauty; smooth golden skin, taut muscles, and thick dark lashes any girl would pay big money for. Even in his sleep, his lashes fluttered against his cheek.

Those goddamn lashes.

Sigh.

I swung my feet out and padded across the hardwood floor to the bathroom in search of my favorite‘any time of day’toy – the one I’d left in there this morning.

Closing the door, I perched on the rim of the tub and hit the button.

The soft buzzing wasn’t loud enough to wake up Sleeping Beauty, but I held in the groan as I placed it right in the spot he didn’t quite reach.

This was more like it.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

TWO

ACE

My dick was better than any alarm clock.

I groaned loudly and stretched out of the best sleep I’d had in months. Maybe all year.

It had been one of those sleep-like-the-dead type nights where you woke up feeling like you’d been plugged into a charging station and were raring to go.

I groaned again as my muscles fired up. They were feeling the month of Spring Training in Arizona, and the exhibition game yesterday afternoon, therefore, the massage I’d had last night had been desperately needed, even if it had hurt like a motherfucker. Ivan, The Lions’ head PT, took no prisoners when it came to his treatments, but it was worth it, and I always timed it right before bedtime so I could crash after.

I lengthened out and flipped onto my back, freeing my growing boner.

Huh. That’s weird. There’s no way my bed could have shrunk overnight, right? And I was done growing, so why were my feet hanging off the end?

I tapped my toes along the edge of the mattress, and reached behind my head. The wall felt different, and my headboard definitely wasn’t this soft. And come to think of it, my bed didn’t smell like this; almost soft and floral, like clean laundry and the dryer sheets my mom uses.

It was making me feel cozy and hungry all at the same time.

I stopped feeling around and perked my ears. Silence.

No sound of Lux banging around in the kitchen before switching on the Vitamix and waking the entire apartment.

No loud cries from Tanner or Parker fighting it out on the PlayStation.

Where the fuck was I?

I opened my eyes, immediately screwing them shut again. I hadn’t expected it to be so bright.

I tried again, one at a time, easing them open carefully.

From the position I was lying, I could only see white. White ceiling, white walls, white drapes. I was covered in the thickest, softest comforter I’d ever experienced, and lying on the fluffiest, softest pillows.

This is what Heaven must be like.

Ohshiiit.

Have I died?

I bolted upright, my heart pounding against my ribcage, and my ears echoed with ringing brought on by my current panic.

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