Page 8 of Unlocked

Bo crosses the room and enters the bathroom without closing the door. I hear the rustling of clothes before the distinct sound of him taking a piss. My face heats as I think of him standing at the toilet with his junk in his hand as he pees. I smack myforehead at my inane train of thought. Seriously? Who thinks about a man holding his junk while he’s peeing? A perve, that’s who.

Suddenly he is climbing into bed with me.What the hell?I’m too afraid to move or make a sound. Did he forget that I’m staying in this room? He rolls toward me taking a deep breath. When he exhales, the odor of alcohol hits me. Now I’m frightened. Will he act like my father does when he drinks? If I alert him to the fact that I’m in his bed, will he be angry? Beat me? I’m too scared to move, almost too afraid to breath.

“Shelby,” Bo mumbles sleepily. He inches closer. His arm comes across my waist, gripping me tightly and pulling my body to his. I yelp in surprise when I’m met with a completely naked body.

“Shhhh, sweet girl,” Bo slurs. “Let me hold you. Just for a little while?” I swallow hard not knowing what to say or do. I’ve never slept with anyone, ever and certainly not next to a naked man. I remain stiff in his arms, but I don’t fight his hold on me, too frightened of his reaction. He pulls my back to his front. His left arm going under my neck as he settles his large frame against my back. His right leg comes up to rest on my thigh. We are completely tangled together, but in the most comfortable position. His breathing slows, evening out until I’m sure he’s asleep. Still, I don’t try to get away. I’m too afraid of waking him. I’m certain I won’t be able to sleep a wink. However, I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know, the morning sun is filtering through the French doors of the balcony.

I open my eyes to find I’m still wrapped in Bo’s arms. I really, really need to pee, but I don’t want to wake him. If I’m honest with myself, I like being held by him. I’m warm, safe, and the most relaxed I can ever remember feeling, which is strange being as I’ve never been with a man, intimately, yet here I am with a fully nude one. I slept all night without dreaming, or at least ifI did, I don’t remember them. My breath hitches as the thought comes to me. I shift slightly, but that is a huge mistake. Hard, velvety soft skin presses into the back of my upper thigh.Oh God! Is that his dick? His very, very hard, dick?

Bo stirs then, pulling me even closer, and I have no doubt that what I’m feeling is his erection pressing into my backside. “Mmmm,” he hums in my ear, causing my body to react to the sound and very intimate position we find ourselves in. His lips graze my ear, before dropping to a very sensitive spot just below that I never knew existed. I shiver as desire floods me. A dampness is suddenly between my thighs. I shift, looking back over my shoulder to see if he’s awake and sober or still too drunk to know what’s going on.

Bo’s eyes fly open all at once. They widen in shock as he takes me in. His arms tighten momentarily before he pulls back leaving me suddenly chilled at the loss of his warmth. “What? Why?” He blinks as if he’s as confused as I am at finding him in my bed…um, his bed? “Shelby?” I can hear the confused alarm in his voice as he says my name as a question. I’m trying to come up with some explanation when he continues, “What happened?” His voice is laced with apprehension.

“Um, well,” I stammer, not sure what to say as I turn over to face him. His face frowns, but it doesn’t take away from his handsomeness.

“Please tell me I didn’t accost you?” I giggle nervously but shake my head. He sighs in relief. His body relaxing, but then his eyes fly back to meet mine. “Did we…?” he trails off. I think I know what he’s asking. I shake my head again. “Then why are we in bed together?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I counter with a smirk. “You came and got in bed with me”—I swallow, feeling nervous to continue—“then pulled me to you and fell asleep.” He just stares at me. I don’t know what else to say.

“I’m sorry, Shelby,” he says, regret clear in his voice. “I drank too much last night. I guess I forgot you were sleeping in my room.” I nod. I move back putting a little more distance between us. I should have known he wasn’t in his right mind when he climbed into bed with me. I don’t why I feel disappointed. Men are never attracted to me.

“I’m glad I didn’t have sex with you,” Bo informs me. His words cutting me even deeper. I jerk back without thought of the need to hide my reaction, not wanting to give him ammunition to use later against me. He notices my response. “I don’t remember coming in here last night. I would hate to know that I couldn’t remember being buried in your sweet cunt.” I stare at him in wide-eyed shock. No man has ever spoken so openly to me about being intimate. I don’t know what to say to that.

“Hey”—his voice draws my attention. I focus back on him—“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I would never want to do that.” I just nod, looking away. I can’t take the raw emotions I see in his eyes. It’s too much. I don’t want to believe that what I think I see is real. Men don’t look at me that way. “I’m really sorry, please forgive me?” I nod not making eye contact.

He slips out of bed, seemingly uncaring that he’s as naked as the day he was born. I divert my eyes, but they drift back in his direction against my will. His back side is magnificent. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His firm ass doesn’t jiggle at all as he moves. His muscles flex and shift as he walks into the bathroom. I stifle a moan that wants to erupt from my throat.

The sound of water hitting water drifts out from the bathroom. He has once again left the door open while he takes a piss. Ooo-kay so not a drunk thing. All too soon the toilet flushes, and Bo comes strolling out of the bathroom still buck naked. His chiseled body moves gracefully, like a panther stalking its prey. His dick hangs between his muscled thighs as he walks. Even unaroused, it’s a sight to behold. A groan leavesme before I can stop it. His eyes find mine. He smirks at me as if he knows just how much seeing him affects me. He had been strolling toward the dresser, but detours heading back to the bed. I should look away, but I can’t drag my eyes off him. His member is no longer hanging limp. It begins to stiffen and grow right before my eyes. I swallow hard as I watch in fascination.

He crawls onto the bed toward me. I finally snap out of the spell he’s put me under. “Wh-what are you doing?” I question, shakily. His smirk grows as his hand reaches out for me. I shriek when he grabs me behind the neck pulling me toward him. I’m certain I’m about to be kissed for the first time in many, many years, but I can’t let that happen. I jerk back. Bo’s eyes widen in shock. His face falls as he backs away. “Sorry, I guess I misread the situation.” Bo climbs off the bed and strolls back to the dresser pulling clothes from drawers and dressing right in front of me. I remain in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin in an effort to hide myself from him. No need to damage his eyes with my big ugly body.

Once he is dressed, Bo leaves the room without a backward glance. For some reason, dissatisfaction fills me as I stare at the closed door.Why do I wish he had kissed me?Confused by my reaction to the morning’s events, I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. I take care of nature’s call before climbing into the shower to wash away all the confusing emotions running through me. I’m attracted to Bo; there is no denying it, but I don’t want to be. I can’t handle another rejection or public humiliation like I experienced so long ago. I shower quickly, washing my hair and body in record time.

As soon as I’m dressed, I head downstairs. Marley had mentioned we would be tasting cakes for the wedding and picking out bridesmaid dresses today. I didn’t know people did things like this before a wedding. I thought you just ordered the type of cake you liked and the hard part was deciding whatdesign of cake. As I reach the foot of the stairs, voices are coming from the dining room. I head in that direction, but pause outside the door when I hear the conversation.

“Where did you sleep last night?” a male voice I think is Luke’s asks.

“In my room,” Bo answers.

“What?” Luke asks loudly. “I thought you put Shelby’s things in your room.”

“I did,” Bo replies but doesn’t elaborate.

“Bo.” Luke’s voice drops an octave in disapproval. “Please tell me you didn’t do something inappropriate.”

“Depends on what you consider inappropriate,” Bo answers, nonchalantly. I can almost hear the shrug of his shoulders. His brother groans. “If climbing into bed naked and drunk with someone you just met and spooning them all night is inappropriate then I guess I did.”

“Bo, you didn’t!” Luke accuses as laughter erupts from several other male voices in the room. “Guys this isn’t funny. Shelby is a guest in my home, and my brother has accosted her!”

“I did not!” Bo declares. “I was very gentlemanly.” Someone lets out a snort.

“I highly doubt that,” another male voice says. “Bo Robertson is anything but gentlemanly. A man whore, for sure, but not a gentleman.” The other voices join in agreement. I turn away my face burning with shame and indignation. My eyes stinging with unshed tears. I need to find Marley and never think of Bo Robertson again. I huff, like that is possible with me staying here for the next two weeks until Marley’s big day. I’m not sure I can do this. I need to talk to her about me moving to a hotel.

I manage to find my way to the kitchen after a wrong turn or two. Marley and Daisy are sitting in the breakfast nook just outside of it, sipping on coffee. “Shelby!” Marley calls out to me. “Grab yourself a cup and join us. There are all kinds of creamersin the fridge.” I nod and head into the kitchen and to the coffee maker on the counter, taking a mug from the rack next to it. I pour a mug mostly full. Then turn to the fridge to take in the selection of creamers. So many choices. It seems they have a mini-grocery store in their fridge. Italian sweet cream, Mocha, French vanilla, Hazelnut, and oh, Hershey’s Chocolate Carmel. I snatch the last one and pour a generous amount into my cup.

“A little coffee with your cream?” I jump, spilling the creamer on the counter. Bo is nearly touching my back as he reaches over me to get himself a cup from the rack. He doesn’t give me room to get out of his way. He just keeps his front pressed to my back as he reaches around me to pick up the coffee pot and pour his own cup.

Once he has finished pouring, I’m expecting him to move away, but he doesn’t. I hold completely still so I don’t bump into him and keep waiting, but he just remains there sipping on his plain black coffee. I can’t take it another second. I glance up at him over my shoulder.

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