Page 135 of Not That Impossible

Now, I was fizzing with energy. My joints felt spring-loaded. My blood was up, so was my dick, and Liam was snoring.

I pondered waking him for a quick good-morning blowjob before I headed out for my jog, but his body was lax with sleep. I didn’t have the heart to disturb him.

A muscled arm was slung around my waist, and a thick thigh was shoved right between mine. I lifted the covers and peeked down.

I liked the view.

The juxtaposition of his hand, my cock, and his thigh, was giving me some interesting ideas. Still, I couldn’t do anything without waking him up first, and he’d slept so hard he must have been exhausted.

I smiled slowly to myself in the dim room.

We had time. We had morning after morning after morning.

Okay.

I started with the arm. I carefully took hold of his wrist, lifted it, and slid it backwards until it was resting on my hip. Good start. I flexed my spine, bowing away from him, and clenched my teeth against the drag of my balls over his thigh. Throwing out a hand, I grabbed the edge of the mattress and started to haul myself over. As soon as I was clear, I’d—

Liam snatched me against him, rolled me to my stomach, and said grumpily in my ear, “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to disturb you,” I said to the mattress.

“Fail.” He grunted, and bit the side of my neck. “Try harder.”

I rubbed back against him, checking out the situation.

“That’s not helping,” he said.

I pushed into the mattress and levered him up. He slid gracelessly off and onto his back. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Go to sleep,” I said, leaning over and dropping a kiss on his nose. “I’m gonna go for a quick jog. I’ll bring you a coffee in bed when I’m home.”

He gave another half-hearted grunt, and I watched as he softened back into sleep.

I grabbed my running kit from the dresser and changed downstairs so I didn’t disturb him. I bounded down the front steps and set off at an easy lope.

It didn’t last long.

The reality of getting absolutely railed by Liam had me turning it around and walking gingerly home within ten minutes.

It had been a long time since I’d had anything up there, and nothing had been as substantial as Liam’s cock. I’d been overoptimistic. It was fine.

Liam was up already when I got home.

I surprised him in the kitchen, staring into space with a dreamy smile on his pillow-creased face as he clutched a coffee mug to his chest and slumped against the counter. He’d made a pot of coffee, and had taken some eggs out of the fridge and set them beside a bowl.

Aw. He was making me breakfast.

I opened my mouth to say something just as he turned and saw me standing in the doorway. He flinched, but luckily didn’t spill any coffee.

“That was a quick run,” he accused.

“Were you making me a surprise breakfast?” I asked, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of him.

“Not much of a surprise now.”

“I appreciate the thought,” I said, and went to the fridge for another carton of eggs, setting it alongside the bowl. He raised his brows as I wandered back to him. “It takes a lot of protein to fuel this machine.”

“Mm.” He set a hand on my hip and tugged me close until he’d eased my weight against him. He buried his face in my neck and breathed deeply.

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