Page 62 of Panther's Magpie
I’m just along for the ride.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
MAGGIE
Waking up slowly, I wince as the sun streams across my face.
Did I open the blinds and forget?
I feel an arm flex around my midsection and suck in a breath. Looking down, I admire the way his sun-kissed arm looks against my stomach. Last night comes rushing back to me all at once.
I had a bad dream and called Panther.
He brought me back to his place and tucked me into his bed.
He was only supposed to stay until I fell asleep, but clearly that didn’t happen.
I can’t help but smile as he shifts behind me.
To say I’m not mad about this turn of events would be an understatement. I’ve never slept in the same bed as a man overnight. Hell, the only person I’ve shared a bed with was Aspen.
Sharing a bed with him is nothing like sharing one with his sister.
For one, he doesn’t steal all the covers like she does.
God, Aspen is the worst. Not only does she hog all the covers, but she also likes to take over the bed. She loves sleeping in the middle and spreading out like a starfish. Every time we’ve shared a bed, I’ve woken up with bruises. She has no concept of personal space while awake or asleep, but I love her. I would take all the bruises in the world to get her back.
For a moment, I wonder what she’s doing. Is she still sleeping, or is she awake, watching the sunrise? Can she even see the sun? Is she holding in there and staying strong? Is she starting to give up hope?
Panther shifts behind me, pulling my thoughts away from her.
The other big difference between sharing a bed with Panther rather than Aspen is…well she doesn’t have a cock like he does. The very one that is hard and hot, pressing into my back.
It’s not all sexual, though. Panther holds on to me like I’m special. Like I matter for the first time in my life, and it’s a heady feeling. I’ve always heard people talking about this feeling, but I never thought I would experience it for myself.
He makes me feel desired by the way he holds me close. He spoons me from behind, his breathing in sync with mine and his cock nestled against me.
Don’t squirm.
Don’t fucking whimper, and don’t arch into him.
But he’s so close to where I want him.
I bite my lip as I try to talk myself down. The last thing he needs is me coming on to him.
I’m wet as hell, and my clit throbs.
Jesus, how can I be this turned on just because his body is against mine? Am I that hard up that a little physical contact has me ready to orgasm without any penetration? My mind spirals, and a fantasy starts to play out in my mind.
Panther and I are lying in bed, with him pressed up against me from behind. His hand cups my breast as his cock is nestled in between my thighs. Arching my back, he slips inside of me while he sleeps, making me gasp.
Slowly, I rock my hips as I get off on him. I try to move slow and stay quiet, not wanting to wake him up.
“You need me, Magpie?” he rasps, letting me know he’s already awake.
“Always.” I gasp as he squeezes my hip.
