Page 13 of Loving Wild
“I call bull shit.”
I shrug.
“When you’re sober, you can look it up. Till then, you coming to bed, or you staying here?”
He shakes his head, this time closing both eyes.
“You go; I’m gonna take a shower and clean my teeth.”
I turn to head back to the bedroom.
“I know I fucked up big time, but I really am sorry, Little Bird.”
“We’ll talk about it once we’ve both had some sleep,” I call out as I keep moving.
* * *
Despite takingoff my hoodie before getting back into bed last night, as usual, I wake far too warm and with Gabe wrapped all around me.
I don’t move, I’m not aware I change my breathing, yet somehow, he knows.
“Morning,” comes the gruff whisper in my ear.
The roughness of his voice combined with the sensation of his hot breath against the side of my neck sends an army of goosebumps marching across my skin. I ignore them.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Not sure. Late, I think.”
He pulls me in tighter and grinds his dick against my arse as he talks.
“How’d you feel?” I ask him.
“Hard,” he replies, grinding into me again.
“I meant your big head, not your little one.”
“They’re both big and you know it,” he adds a couple of hip thrusts to his words.
“I know no such thing. Aside from your dick being hard, which I knew anyway because it’s currently giving me a wedgie, how’s the rest of you feeling?”
“Like shit.”
“Good.”
I’m on my back, my arse pressed into the bed by the weight of Gabe’s hips pressed against mine before I even get to sound out the D at the end of good.
I stare over his shoulder, attempting to ignore the fact I can now feel his hard dick pressing into my still aching, lower belly.
“It’s good that I feel like shit?” he asks.
“Yep. You made me feel like shit yesterday. You probably made your brothers feel like shit too. It’s only fairyoufeel like shit today.”
“Karma,” he says quietly.
“Whatever,” I reply.
“Did I mention I was sorry?”
