I’m not used to falling asleep next to someone else, so it takes me a bit to mellow out.That and her bed is too fucking small.My feet nearly dangle off the edge over the footboard.I’m tempted to wake her to have another go at it, but I’ll save my energy for when morning finds us.
Chapter Five
Thebeepingsoundofthe garbage truck backing up to the dumpster in the parking lot behind my building wakes me from my sleep.I had the craziest dreams all night about a dirty biker defiling me in every which way.My bladder tightens, signaling that I need to pee even though the last thing I want to do is leave my warm and comfy bed.
A heavy arm curls around my midsection, and I rub my eyes, remembering that yesterday I caught Thad with some cottage cheese assed skank.It pisses me off because he was always making comments to me about keeping my ass firm and went as far as gifting me a gym membership last Christmas.Said I needed to look good if I was going to be on his arm.I gave it to Cecilia because she had a crush on one of the trainers.
I peel my cover back, glancing at the tattooed arm that’s cuddling me.At first, I’m thankful it doesn’t belong to Thad.My body aches in a delicious way that tells me last night was no dream.My eyes go big and wide as I realize not only is there a tattooed stranger in my bed, but I’m very naked.
Now I’m freaking out.
Strategically, I slide out from under this man’s hold, immediately missing the warmth of his body as tiptoe to my bathroom.I do my morning business and take a quick shower to wash my important bits, hoping I haven’t woken him.Wrapped in my purple fluffy robe, I move like a ninja to extract my cell phone from my purse and pray it still has charge.
Shit.Shit.What do I do?
I peer into my bedroom once more and dial Cecilia.
“Hello,” she whispers groggily.
“Hey.I have a situation.”
“Gwynee?What time is it?”She yawns into the phone.
“I don’t know, but there’s a hot as shit scary ass tattooed biker in my bed.”
“What’s the problem?”
“What do I do?”
“Babe,” an amused, deep voice carries from my bedroom.“Quit your yapping and come sit on my face.Fucking starving in here.”
“Sounds like you don’t need me.Unless you want me to come sit on his face.”Cecilia snickers and the bitch hangs up on me.
My cheeks redden as I slip my cell into the pocket of my robe.I know I can’t ignore this man and hope he goes away.
Only me, I think to myself.
I went from getting cheated on to getting railed by a stranger, but that was my plan last night, wasn’t it?
Closing my eyes, I inhale through my nose and exhale out of my mouth to regulate my breathing.My heart is about to hammer out of my chest.Stepping into my bedroom, I’m met by the gaze of a brutally handsome man who takes up most of my queen-sized bed.
“Hi,” I whisper as he smiles at me.Damn, he has a rugged smile that travels straight to that gushy spot in my lower belly.He’s got the kind of smile that makes me want to do anything he asks.
I’m in serious trouble because as I look at this man and he grins at me like we share an unspoken secret, I’ve forgotten that I currently hate men and think they are all dogs.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I lose the robe and crawl up the length of him as he wordlessly maneuvers further down to rest his head flat on the pillows.I give the man what he wants and sit on his face at five in the morning.
“Thanks for the coffee.”Big Daddy wraps his large, tattooed hand that was wrapped around my throat last night around my mug that reads: Men in Books Do It Better that I bought at the bookstore next door.
I bite back my giggle at the sight and clear my throat.“No problem.”
“Do you work today?”he asks casually as though we didn’t spend the night bumping uglies or in his case pretties because damn the man is fine and that includes his massive cock.
I do a slow blink, trying to get out of my head.“No.I actually quit my job yesterday.I was working at Thad’s furniture store.”
“Thought that was him.He’s a sleazy piece of shit.The whole family is.”
“You know the Tezoni family?”