Page 40 of On The Rocks

“Come to bed.”

“I’m going home to my bed.”

“Mmm. Here. Stay here.” He tugged and I yelped as I lost my balance, landing on his chest.

He rolled me under him, his thick arm clamped around my middle, as his heavy leg pinned the rest of me down.

“Griffin!”

He sighed against me. “Mmm. Stay.”

I sighed. “This is not comfortable.”

He curled his arm around me and dragged my back against his front in a perfect spoon position, his breath soft on my neck. “There. Stay for a little while.”

As if I had a choice.

And a little part of me wasn’t mad, which told me I should absolutely run right now.

But it had been a damn long time since someone held me.

Even if he was passed out cold.

I shifted against him and part of him was definitely still awake. I rested my head against his other arm with a sigh.

This was not how I pictured tonight going, but the gentle rhythm of his breathing behind me lulled me into the space between wakefulness and sleep. His warm hand slipped beneath my vest and layers of cotton.

I started to rouse, bracing for him to cop a feel, but he didn’t.

He just groaned out something unintelligible and softly stroked my belly with his thumb.

His heartbeat and the gentle touch, as well as the long night, finally dragged me under into sleep.

Chapter 10

Griffin

Moonshine Troubles

Waking with a woman in my arms wasn’t a bad way to start the day.

Too bad I didn’t remember how she got there. I tried to think my way through the hangover fog. It had been a few months since I’d been this far gone with alcohol. The last time had been…

Ugh.

Also, with the damn Manning brothers.

A tangle of dark hair teased my neck, and I was about to reach up to pluck one long strand out of my mouth when I realized my hand was firmly under a shirt.

A very warm place, to be sure. Especially since the rest of me was damn cold because my guest was wrapped in the lone blanket in this situation. Even her face was covered.

Sweet fucking hell—what had I done?

Not Ronnie.

Please tell me you didn’t pick up that waitress.

She’d been more than interested, and I couldn’t have beenthatstupid. Suddenly, an achingly familiar scent dented my panic.

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