Page 53 of Up In Flames
“No,” I reply stubbornly. “The doctor said you had to be checked on and woken up, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m just tired of walking down the hallway.”
A hand reaches down for me, fingers curling in the neck of my T-shirt. “Then get your ass up here because I can’t sleep knowing you’re on the floor.”
Needing him to rest because that’s the best thing for a concussion, I give in.
“Christ,fine,” I huff. “Move over.”
“I don’t like being the big spoon,” he says immediately.
“What?” I grind out, too fucking exhausted to execute this interaction with any finesse.
“If I move over, it puts me behind you because there’s a wall over here, and I don’t like being the big spoon in the back,” Taylor explains, not making an sense at all.
I scrub a hand down my face. “Taylor, it’s two o’clock in the fucking morning, why are you talking about spoons?”
“Have you never heard of spooning?” he cries, like I just committed a war crime.
I stare at him in the moonlight from the window, my expression blank, hoping it’s enough to answer his question.
It must work because he reaches out and grabs my wrist pulling me down onto the bed. “Come here. I’ll show you.”
I land face down as he shuffles backward, and I quickly adjust to lie on my left side so I’m turned away from him, shy of the intimacy facing him would require. But suddenly, he’s at my back so we’re lying butt to nuts, and he drapes an arm over me, his breath hot on my neck.
“Thisis called spooning, you poor, neglected soul,” Taylor explains, a hint of teasing in his voice. Despite his playful attitude, I’m stiff as a board. “Or at least itwould beif you’d relaxand let me mold myself to you. The person in the front is thelittle spoonbecause of how spoons fit in a drawer.”
“Taylor—”
I can’t finish my thought because he cuts me off.
“Look, you want me to rest and go back to sleep, and the only way I’m going to be able to do that is if you let me be the little spoon. So, now that you know what spooning is, can you please switch places with me? I’ll fall asleep like the good boy you said I was earlier, and we can forget it ever happened come morning.”
With a sigh, I digest his words before climbing over him as he scoots forward to make room for me behind him. Someone should give me a goddamn award for ignoring the sensations running through me right now.
And I amdefinitelyentitled to monetary compensation when Taylor reaches behind him and pulls my arm around his waist as he nestles his tight, round ass right into my fucking dick.
“Taylor…” I start in warningagain.
But he throws it to the side, not caring one iota about my discomfort.
“You can yell at me tomorrow. Just let me have tonight.”
I’d fight harder, but he says it on a yawn, and I really need him to sleep. So, I stay quiet and tug him to me tightly, content knowing he’s safe.
I thought I’d have trouble sleeping. IthoughtI’d be mortified about my rapidly swelling cock trying to break into his ass like a home invasion. Ithoughtit would be impossible to sleep with another man in my arms.
But for the first time in a long time, all I feel is deep-seated peace. I’m using Taylor as a buffer against the real world, and I like how it feels to hide behind him like this. Like I have a purpose again, and that purpose is to keep him safe, healthy, and happy.
He bends his knees forward slightly, and I bristle at the loss of contact. My legs follow suit a second later, wanting to be flush against his warmth.
I fall asleep to the rhythmic expansion of his lungs, and I sleep harder than I’ve ever slept in my life.
Morning wood is a bitch sometimes.
I’m not even horny, yet here it is, trying to burrow itself into the wall. Every time my dick bumps against the sheetrock, I get a little jolt of pleasure, though, so maybe it’s not all bad.
Wait, there’s no wall on either side of my bed…I have nightstands. Only the bed in the guestroom has…fuck.
My eyes spring open to see the back of a head of blond hair. Immediately, I still my hips and pray Taylor’s asleep because if he realized I was rut?—
