Page 78 of Any Second Now
“Think there’s a bear in the hammock?” I whisper. “Or right there in the woods?” I point to the pitch-dark treeline.
Atticus lays his arm across my shoulders.
“There are definitely bears in the woods, but probably not in the hammock,” he whispers back. “But to avoid me having to fight one of them, let’s get inside.”
I giggle and unlock the door to the Pink Palace. Megghenboc boc bocsas soon as we walk in, then seems to stare at us, looking back and forth between me and Atticus. I’ve managed to securely trap her in her tent, so there probably aren’t any surprise eggs.
“I don’t think she likes me touching you,” Atticus says, but leaves his arm on my shoulders.
“Maybe not.” I look up at him and he immediately leans down and kisses me, letting his lips linger on mine.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Atticus kisses my forehead. “I’ll feed Megghen. Maybe she’ll like me better then.”
“She just needs a scoop of that.” I point out the container with her food. “And needs is a strong word. This is more like her bedtime snack.”
“Obviously she needs a snack.” Atticus flashes me a crooked grin as I step into my bedroom.
Do I put on pajamas? Are we snuggling or getting naked?
But I don’t have to decide, as Atticus appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling into my neck. I lean back and sigh.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” he says. “What do you usually sleep in?”
“A tank top and shorts.”
“Still devastated you don’t sleep naked.” Atticus sighs. “Personally, I prefer to be naked, but I’ll wear my briefs until you get used to me.” He slides off his joggers and then reaches behind his neck to pulls his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing those cut abs.
Heaven help me.
Wait… until I get used to him?
I pull my comfy but decidedly unsexy pajama shorts and tank top from my closet. Atticus watches me as I strip down, most interested when I peel his jersey off. I hold it out for him.
He reaches for my wrist and tugs me to him instead.
“You hold onto that for now.” He pushes the jersey out of my hand and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me in for a long kiss.
Our plan to go to bed is immediately sidetracked as his hands slide into my underwear and onto my bare ass. I moan into his mouth.
“Maybe we can go to bed in a little bit instead,” I say when he moves his mouth to my neck, then trails kisses down my chest tomy nipple. I reach my hand into his boxer briefs and grasp his long, hard length. Suddenly we’re both naked again.
Atticus kicks the door shut and lowers himself onto the bed, pulling me on top of him.
“I don’t want to traumatize Megghen,” he says, and I laugh, then stop when he pushes against my wet entrance. He slides right in and I writhe and rock on top of him, riding his cock as waves of pleasure build.
We come at the same time, and minutes later he clicks the light off and sweeps me into my bed, which is much too small to be sharing with a six-foot-four man, and—Atticus was right—much less comfortable than his. I scoot until my head is resting on his bare chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
“Good night, Raleigh,” he says, one hand tucked beneath his head, the other lazily rubbing my back.
This is definitely not a normal one-night stand.
What is it, then?
I wake up alone in my bed to the sound of a cabinet closing in the kitchen, and it takes a second to remember last night.
Out with Atticus and Lachlan and Barrett.
Home with Atticus.
