Page 5 of Cupid's Alpha
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Emilia
The morning comesand I haven't even had a chance to sleep. My mind's been racing all night. Thinking about the people that are after me and my sister. Thinking about the huge, kind man sleeping in the same building. A perfect stranger willing to help us. Willing to put his life on the line to protect me.
I get out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. I'm a mess. My hair's all over the place and there are big bags under my eyes. I could do with a few days of relaxing by a pool with a glass of wine in my hand and the company of a good book. But it doesn't look like that'll be happening any time soon.
Once Drew fixes my car, we'll have to hit the road again. I don't want to impose on him too much. He's already been so kind.
"Come on," I say to myself. "You'll feel better with a cup of coffee inside of you."
I step out of my bedroom, making sure to be extra careful not to make any noise. It's still early.
My sister's in the room next to me. I open her door and look in on her. She's all snuggled up on her bed with one leg sticking out of the sheets. Her eyes are closed and there's the slightest hint of a smile on her face.
After, I go downstairs and head to the kitchen. The old wooden house creeks and rustles in the morning wind. There's a nice homely feel to the place. It's hard to believe I only came here for the first time yesterday. I already feel like I belong.
I stare out the window at the backyard. It's surrounded by trees. There are a couple of birds fluttering around in the branches and the sun's creeping up from behind their gorgeous, green leaves.
I start boiling some water and look in the fridge for a little something-something to eat. A noise behind me, makes me jump, and when I turn around, I find Drew standing in the doorway in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms.
"Oh, shit," I say, "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would be up at this time."
He runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair. His abs are like nothing I've ever seen before. Not in real life, anyway. It's like they've been sculpted by a master sculptor. Each and every inch of them is solid, rippling muscle. I want to run my fingers over his stomach so bad it hurts.
"No worries," he says, "you making coffee?"
"You want some?" I ask, pulling the milk from the fridge and leaning my butt against the counter.
He steps to the sink and pours himself a glass of water. I watch as he drinks the whole thing. His adam's apple bobs up and down with each huge swallow.
"Coffee sounds good." He puts the glass down on the counter and turns his head so he's looking at me. My cheeks start burning so hot, I feel like I'm a teenager back at school talking to the captain of the football team.
It's been a long time since I've been around a good-looking man, half-naked in the morning. I could definitely get used to this.
I can't help but think what it would be like to be his woman. To open my eyes in the morning and reach over and run my hand down the side of his ribs as he kisses me. How his morning wood would feel between my fingers as I pumped savagely on his long, hard cock. The taste of his come as I swallow his length and drain his balls.
"You sleep okay?" he asks.
"Like a baby," I lie.
I turn around and reach up to the cupboard to grab the mugs. Drew reaches up at the same time. Our fingers meet on the little wooden handle. Neither of us pulls away.
"You know," he says, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all night."
I gulp. "Really?" I say.
He steps a little closer. His fingers squeeze my hand. I can see the bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as each second passes.
"Really," he says, leaning over and kissing me softly on the cheek.
I can't believe this is happening. My heart's beating so fast I feel like I might faint.
He holds me by the hip and pulls me close. I grind against his hardness, closing my eyes and loving the way it feels to be touching his body.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I say. "I'm kind of a mess right now."
"A perfect mess," he says, peppering my neck with kisses and squeezing my ass with his huge, long fingers.
