Page 47 of Love Bites Extra Hard

“But I guess I can do it. For you.”

His forehead smoothed.

I bit back a smile.

He watched as I pulled his hoodie over my head. The sweater I had beneath it followed.

“I’ll take the rest off after I get the food from Stella,” I said, and he nodded. “Lay down and take your pants off. We both know you don’t sleep in jeans.”

He didn’t try to protest anymore—he just stripped the thick fabric down those gigantic thighs and tossed them aside. His erection strained against his boxer-briefs. He was always hard for me, and I certainly wouldn’t complain.

Stella knocked on the door, and I slipped out of the bedroom to grab the food from her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, genuine gratitude in her eyes.

“It’s not a hardship to spend all day in bed with your brother, Stell. Don’t thank me.”

Her lips curved upward. “Alright. But seriously, I owe you.”

“You can pay me back by picking our next audiobook. I’m tired of choosing them. There are too many options.”

She laughed. “Why do you think I gave you that job?”

I tossed a playful scowl at her.

“Fine, I’ll pick the next five. I’ll make it ten if you can get him to sleep for two days instead of one. The guy’s driving everyone crazy.”

“Really? He seemed fine to me.” I glanced over my shoulder.

“He’s putting his best face on for you.” She patted me on the arm. “Don’t let him talk you into screwing the whole time. He seriously needs sleep.”

“My legs will stay closed,” I vowed, bowing my head toward her.

She snorted. “Fuck, I love you. If he hadn’t already claimed you, I would.”

I laughed.

Talon growled in the other room, apparently listening in on our conversation.

“Go eat your food. I’ll keep an eye on Sylvester. When you hit him with your magic next time, he’ll be toast.”

“We can only dream.”

I closed the door with my hip, and carried the plates into the bedroom. Talon was still in bed, which told me he was in worse shape than he wanted to admit.

“Did she pick up coffee?” he asked, his voice straining.

“No. You obviously need a break from caffeine.” I handed his plate over, and he reluctantly accepted it. “You know you can’t just not sleep, right?”

“I made it this long.”

“How long, exactly?”

He focused on his food. “The eggs are good.”

“They’re always good. Have you had this problem with fuck buddies in the past?”

“Friends with benefits,” he corrected.

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