Page 51 of Rebel Secrets
She gasped, and her lips parted, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to taste her.
She must have seen the intent on my face.Her blue eyes widened even more than they already were, her hands tightening on my shoulders.As I bent my head, her eyes closed and?—
Shooting straight up in bed,I woke from the dream with a hard on, lungs hungry for air and skin full of goosebumps.
Fuck.
Throwing my legs over the side of the mattress, I sat with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, trying to will my erection away and not having much luck with that.
What the actualfuck?There was no fucking way in hell I should be having sex dreams about Erin.
Sure, we’d kind of buried the hatchet the past couple of weeks.And last night we’d reassured everyone around us that we weren’t going to ruin the wedding with our bickering.
But this …
Maybe it was something I’d eaten.
Forcing the dream to the back of my mind, I headed for the kitchen, remembering at the last second not to walk out of my room naked.I grabbed a pair of gym shorts, pulled them on and headed to the kitchen.The sun had barely cleared the horizon, as I stood at the floor to ceiling window and looked out at the woods.
I loved waking up to this view, had missed it badly when I’d been away all those months.
Con No.1: Missing this view.
Pro No.1:
I’d have to think about it.
Since I’d always been an early riser, and I knew Ian was not, I was surprised to see him emerge from my spare room about half an hour later.He looked like he’d had a rough night.
Join the club, kid.
“Coffee?”
Yawning and running a hand through his bed head, he nodded and shuffled over to the counter where the coffee maker sat.Then he just stood there as he realized he didn’t know where the mugs were.
Looking over his shoulder, Ian’s brows rose in a question, and I pointed to the cabinet in front of him.Of course, he managed to pick the wrong cabinet the first time.I smiled as I watched him pause, his hand frozen in midair for several seconds before he shut the door and opened the correct one.
It took him at least a full minute after he poured himself a cup of coffee, drank it then poured another before he turned back to me, leaning back against the counter and looking at me through barely open eyes.
“You’re gonna stunt your growth drinking that much coffee.”
Holding my gaze, he lifted the mug and took another healthy smile while he gave me the finger with his free hand.
This is why we got along so well.
“Wanna get some ice time in this morning?”
His brows arched, mug halted halfway to his lips as excitement sparked in his eyes.
“Really?”
“Yeah.I could use the exercise.”
Especially after that dream, which I definitely didn’t want to think about.
“Must be nice to have ice whenever you want.”
I didn’t hear an ounce of jealousy or envy in his voice.Just that big-puppy energy, ready to bound out the door and put on his skates.And he was right.It was great.I’d grown up privileged, and it hadn’t occurred to me until I was nearly a teenager that other kids didn’t have what I have.
