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Stumbling through the fog hazing my vision, I moved closer to the bed. Back when all this first started, I thought someone made her say those things. Why didn’t I remember that? Everything else was clear as a bell. Being taken down to the station and locked up. How afraid I was, sitting alone in that cell all night. And the way she ignored me for months afterwards. Every time I’d ask her about it, Harper would walk away. As if I meant nothing.
I dropped my gaze down to her slumbering face, all peaceful in the moon’s soft glow. She almost looked like an angel. Too bad there was nothing divine about her. Even if someone told her to do what she did, it wouldn’t matter. She made her bed and now she could lay in it.
When my palms pressed down into the soft mattress, I cocked a brow.
Or… I could lay in it.
Before I knew what was happening, I was crawling up on the bed beside her. Where my clothes went, I had no idea. Didn’t even realize I was in nothing but my boxers until I felt her warmth hit my skin. Gotta say, this chick was one hell of a deep sleeper. I was so close that I could smell her minty breath, and Harper hadn’t so much as flinched when I laid my head down next to hers.
Why the fuck was she in my bed anyways? I sure as hell didn’t invite her. I didn’t invite anyone into my room. Not even Silas. That was my domain, and now she was tainting that too.
A yawn widened my mouth as I settled back into the soft fabric under my head. I suppose there was no harm in letting her stay while I rested my eyes for a bit. I could kick her out in a few minutes.
I’d almost drifted off when a sweet breathy tone hit my ear.
“Don’t do that.”
What the fuck?
“This is my fucking…”
Wait…
My left eye creaked open to peek at the headboard. Was this my room? I guess technically it was, just not the one I slept in. Fuck it. I was too comfortable to move. And why the fuck should I? Harper was infringing on my territory. If she didn’t like it, she could move and sleep on the floor for all I cared.
A soft giggle whispered across my cheek, making me once again pop my eyes open. I was about to open my mouth to tell her to shut up when I noticed that she wasn’t awake. Quiet little Freckles was talking in her sleep.
A smirk curled my lips as I rolled over to watch her pretty pink lips part in a gasp. God she was beautiful. That much I’d give her. Harper Callaghan was perfect, with her full pouty lips and big doe eyes. She had no idea how many guys I beat down over the years because they’d noticed her.
Can’t say I blamed them. Naomi and Shelby had the whole sex kitten thing going on. But Harper… When she walked in, it didn’t matter how many people were around her, she was the only girl in the room.
“You’re the queen of blue balls, Baby,” I whispered, and slid a little closer to graze the tip of my nose off hers. “If you knew what you did to me…”
My fingers tightened around her hip, pulling her in so I could inhale the contented sigh she let out. Her sweet taste kissed the edge of my mouth, lingering on my lips. Suddenly all I could think about was devouring more. And why shouldn’t I take her now? Lou was constantly preaching how alcohol clouds your judgment. I could blame it on that.
“Your tongue is hot.”
And just like that I sobered up.
What the fuck?
Rage boiled through my veins, spreading in hot waves as a flush tinted her cheeks.
Oh fuck no. I banged enough chicks to know that look. Whoever this motherfucker was, he just signed his death warrant. That was my goddamn dream to invade.
Harper giggled again, making me ball my fist.
She better cut that shit out right fucking now. All breathing heavy as if she was enjoying what that asshole was doing.
“Stop it.”
I gritted my teeth and hissed, “That’s right, stop it.”
When she huffed out a quiet moan, I had to stop myself from slapping her. If I did that, then she’d wake up and I’d never find out who this prick was.
One breathy word was all it took to stop my thought process dead. “Mason.”
Did she just say my name?
