Huffing, I ask, “What time is it?”
“Four,” he says, never opening his eyes, never even looking.
“Hey, you didn’t even look.”
He shows me his watch. It’s 4 a.m. holy shit. I’d slept the whole day and most of the night away. I can’t get back to sleep, so I just stare at his beautiful face, trailing my fingers down his cheek, along his stubbled jaw and across his full lips and down his neck, along his collar bone over his tattoo, down to his holy hot as hell nipple piercings.
I feel the rumble before I hear him. The vibration starts in the middle of his chest, vibrating till the word comes out, breathy but gravelly, “Creeper.” There’s a slight kick to the corner of his mouth, but his eyes stay closed. He shifts, pulling me in closer, his dick hard and pulsing, digging into my thigh. I gasp. It’s at that moment I realise we’re both naked.
As I move my thighs, I feel my arousal coating them. “Fuck!”
“I was hoping to wait till we’re married.”
“‘Scuse me?”
His eyes opened slowly, swirling like a storm. “You said you wanted to fuck, I was just stating I’m not that kind of guy. You’re gonna have to put a ring on it first, Sunshine!”
I push back from him. Well, I try, but I only get so far. “Who climbs into bed with a complete stranger? Naked, might I add?”
“Who lets a naked stranger into their bed? I mean, some people, huh?”
“Argh, Steel, what are you doing here? You can’t just creep around naked sliding into people’s beds!”
“Not people’s, just yours!” Closing his eyes again, he pulls me into his chest, but his warmth and scent overtake me, and my thighs slide against each other. I know I want him. Before I can think, I push him back as I straddle him across his hips, just below his rigid length.
Gasping, he asks. “Ray, what are you doing?”
“Just getting comfy. Thought we could chat and see what… comes up?” I roll my hips, rubbing my clit over his dick, groaning. I don’t know what’s gotten into me with him, but it’s like everything I’ve ever thought has been thrown out the window. I want him to kiss me, I want him to touch me and I certainly want him to fuck me. It’s playing tricks on my mind. He takes a deep breath, then moves his hands to my hips, as I try to roll my hips again, he holds me still. “Do you want me?”
“Yeah!”
“Does she want me?”
“What?”
“You act like you and Reaper are two different people, so which one of you wants me?”
“Her! Me! Both.”
“I’m not here to play games, Ray, I want you, but I want forever with you. I don’t want a quick fuck and onto the next, I want you. All of you, and I want you to want all of me, too. Are you fucking Dice?”
I take a shaky breath, and he sits up and kisses me like he’s trying to take my last breath, cupping my cheek. “I want you and I want you to want me. I will wait for you to figure it all out, but I won’t wait forever, and I don’t share. Either you’ll marry me or you won’t, but until you decide what you want, I’m not playing games, Ray! I will love you, I will burn the world down with you, I will stand by your side, and I will always have your back. Until you can say the same, I should go!”
“Steel, wait.” But he’s already lifting me off him, placing a kiss on my head and stepping towards the door. “Steel, how can I decide all that when I don’t know you? I know nothing about you.”
“That’s the kind of stuff we’ll find out together as we go, but if you can’t commit then say. I’ll leave you with your thoughts… See you around, Ray. You know where I’ll be when you decide what you want.”
The bedroom door clicks, and he’s gone. “WTAF?” It seems like a lifetime ago, not just Friday that I was shot, but it still hurts like a motherfucker, so I’m gonna do what I do best. I’m gonna shower, relieve my blue lady balls while I’m in there, and then I’m going to work, cos that’s just how I roll and fuck Steel, I know fuck all about him, and yet marriage? That escalated so fucking fast, and not in the way I was hoping. How can you decide to be with someone and know nothing about them, jackass?
Ray
“Holy fuck! What the hell are you doing here?” Dozer yells across the garage at me.
“Well, I owe you a week's work. I said I would work last week and we would leave at the weekend. I may have had a minor setback, but I’m here to make my week up. I will be heading out Friday lunch, though, so you’ve got me till then! What do you want me on?”
“Your back, in your bed, in your van, that’s what I want you on, Ray!”
“Come on, Dozer. Beauty won’t like that and you know it!”