Page 55 of Bound by Desire
When I say nothing after a moment, she rolls off totheside.
“Never mind.Shouldn’thave—”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back onto the bed, cutting off her words. She gives a small cry insurprise.
“Ya know, you should really let a man talk before you start jumpin’ toconclusions.”
Her body tenses, but she saysnothing.
“Better havin’ your tight ass against me while I sleep instead of that lumpy-ass couch.” I kiss the top of her head. “Sure,babe.”
She lets out a deep breath and nestles her ass into my crotch, reminding me I need to take off the condom. I give her asqueeze.
“Gotta getthisoff.”
“Okay.”
I roll off, do my business, come back, and toss the covers over the both of us. Never knew I liked holding a woman in my arms while I slept. Tonight proves thatIdo.
Brewer jumps on the bed,shakingit.
“Come here, boy,” Rylie calls, and I feel the dog lie down on the other side of her. Finebyme.
* * *
Loud bangingand a doorbell going off wakes me from the most peaceful damn sleep I’ve had in more years than I can count. Two days in a fucking row I’ve been woken up by this shit. This had better not be Coop, or I’ll lay hisassout.
Brewer barks, obviously not liking whoever is waking us,either.
Rylie groans, rolling over. “Who the fuckishere?”
“That’d be myquestion,babe.”
“Right. Brewer,chill.”
When she throws the covers off her, I wrap her in my arms. Her naked body presses to mine, and my cock instantly hardens. Damn, this womanundoesme.
“Stay here. I’ll take careofit.”
“Yousure?”
I kiss hertemple. “Yeah.”
After giving her a squeeze and finding my jeans, I make my way to the door that whoever is behind is making a hell of a damn noise. In all the action last night, I left my gun in the truck. Great damn place for it. Brewer is hot on myheels.
Looking through the peephole, I see an older woman standing there with light brown hair that’s cut super short and curled tight against her scalp. She’s wearing a light blue skirt that looks like a fabric quilt. She squints at the peephole like she knows I’m lookingthroughit.
“Rylie!” the woman yells, just as I open the door. She halts, takingmein.
“Somethin’ I can help you with?” I ask as the dog barkstwice.
“Who are you?” she clips, turning her nose upatme.
I get enough of that shit from my so-called family, I won’t eathers,too.
“Aunt Beatrice?” Rylie asks, comingbehindme.
“Floozy. Knew you were. This proves it. Some man opening the door and you in nothing but a T-shirt.”
