Page 55 of Malice

Chapter 21

Hudson

Waking up with a naked man next to me is new. As awareness seeps in, it becomes clear that last night wasn’t a horny dream. I really rubbed myself all over Aster like an animal in heat. That probably won’t be awkward at all.

I take a moment to appreciate the silence of the house. No creaking wood or whining pipes, no scary ghost wreaking havoc, just Aster’s soft breath.

Damn, he’s gorgeous. Even like this, with his hair a mess and dried cum streaked across his chest. I vaguely recall what drove me into his arms. I needed comfort and he was there to provide it. Now what though? I’ve never been good at casual hookups and this one comes with more strings than I can count.

Aster stirs, slowly blinking awake, and when his gaze settles on me, a serene smile spreads across his handsome face. That’s… nice.

“Morning,” he says.

“Hi.”

Raising his arms above his head, he stretches before reaching down to scratch his belly. His morning erection slightly tents thebedding, and the urge to tug it down to reveal his body again is fierce.

“How ya feeling?” he asks. His voice is still deep and raspy from sleep, and somehow, ten times sexier than it should be.

“Good. I mostly slept well. You?”

“I did too.” He reaches out to rub my arm. “You sure you’re good? I think you had a nightmare.”

“Oh, yeah.” I twist my neck back and forth. “Sometimes, I dream about what he did.”

“Sorry.” He squeezes my forearm. “And the rest? You okay with it?”

“As long as you don’t make it weird or want to talk about it, I’m fine.”

Aster’s brow creases but he nods. “I’ll drop it as long as you assure me that you wanted what happened between us.”

Thoughts of last night rush back, making my breath hitch and my cock swell slightly. Swallowing hard to tamp down the surge of lust swirling through me, I nod.

“I wanted it. I was fully aware of what I was doing.”

“Good.”

“And you? I didn’t just throw myself at you, right?”

His gaze softens as he rubs his thumb back and forth across my forearm. “I definitely wanted it.”

Relief washes over me, and for just a moment, I allow the silly fantasy of keeping Aster to dance in my mind. “Would you like some coffee? I can get a pot started while you shower.”

I feel the shift in his demeanor. “Maybe we should avoid the kitchen for a bit.”

“Oh. Right. I almost forgot. Amazing what a good night’s sleep and a much-needed orgasm can do to make a guy lose track of reality.”

Aster smiles. “Why don’t we go out and get breakfast? I need to put together a game plan for what’s next.”

“Sounds good.”

“Meet in the living room in thirty minutes?”

“Okay.”

I sit back, unable to tear my gaze away from Aster as he slides out of my bed, his naked body on full display. What I couldn’t see in the dark of night are the miles of rippled flesh, the thighs thick enough to smash a melon, the interesting trail of ink marking his skin, and holy lover of books, his cock. Sure, I felt it, but seeing it is a visual treat. He’s a little longer than me, and less thick, but he’s uncut. He looks like he was chiseled from marble, and as I take him in with hungry eyes, his cock bounces under my attention.

I indulge in his masculine beauty, my gaze roaming up and down his body until I land on his handsome face to find him watching me with heated eyes.

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