Page 59 of Pen Me

I hadn’t gotten much sleep, and the linen smelled fresh, so I stretched out and fell asleep effortlessly. I was vaguely aware of damp arms and a fresh soap smell snaring me at some point, but it didn’t really wake me up fully. It was the slamming of the front door upstairs that woke me up.

The solid bang sent me into my usual startle response. I arched like a cat and flopped, throwing myself out of the bed. I awoke on the way down, but this time, something landed on top of me. Fingers plastered to the back of my head, and Menace blanketed my body with his.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I panicked further, squirming and scrambling beneath his weight.

“I don’t know,” he passionately exclaimed, “I woke up to a nasty boom and you took cover, I guess I was just… helping you? Keeping you safe?”

His nose buried in my hair where it draped over the side of my neck, and he sniffed.

“As you can see, all is well.” I hissed at him, my heart still trying to slow its pace.

“Well– Yeah, but… now I’m all snug against–” He ground against my ass, and I froze beneath the hard, prominent length of his cock through our clothes. “I swear to fuck, that thing looked like art, Sammy… but it feels like heaven in the flesh.”

His lips pressed to my neck, having finally nuzzled his way through my hair while I lay there in shock, absorbing his words and losing myself to the rush of his lips over my pulse point.

I gave in a moment and rolled my ass against his thick promise. A sound lodged in his throat that made me tingle from head to toe.

The basement door banged at the top of the stairs, and he shoved his way off me, scrambling back to the safety of the bed and the sanctuary of the covers as an excited, “Uncle Menace!” was called.

Feet were already sounding over the stairs.

“Rumor Remington, I said stop!” Octavia called, appearing in the doorway just as Rumi froze a few feet from the bed, having finally spotted me.

Her brown eyes were round and fixed on me.

“Now look what you’ve gone and walked in on.” Octavia called, not yet realizing I wasn’t in the bed.

When she made it to the bottom of the stairs, she, too, froze. Confusion weighed her features for a moment, then she collected her daughter by the shoulders and steered her upstairs.

Menace laughed and I glared once I found my feet.

“Why did she stare at me like that? What the hell are you laughing for?”

“I don’t know. They’re probably wondering who you thought you were kidding throwing yourself on the floor like that. As if anyone would believe we wasn’t laid up together.”

“Wh–? You’re theone that scrambled to the bed.”

“Fuck yeah, I’m in boxers.” He laughed, and reached beneath the covers to adjust himself, “And– morning struggles.”

I raised a brow, and he threw the blanket aside and stood. Those thin, white prison boxers were tenting ridiculously.

I caught myself staring at it, and heat flooded my cheeks. His smile was a little too cocky, and triumphant. That smart mouth of mine and competitive nature couldn’t leave it unslapped.

“Huh.” I cocked my head, “How didn’t I feel that?”

He tipped his head a little and laughed, his eyes lighting up, all but calling bullshit as he shifted off that bed with lion-like speed and gathered me by the waist, pulling me against him.

“I seem to remember someone throwing their ass back for more contact with it.”

“Bold of you to assume I wasn’t searching for any contact.” I snorted but melted into his kiss.

I tapped his hip and pulled away after a moment, “Stop making your niece wait. You heard her excitement.”

He nodded and moved to a tall, metal wardrobe. It reminded me of a two-piece locker combo. There wasn’t much in there, but he found a pair of jeans that didn’t sag off his hips too much and we went upstairs.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Selling Dreams

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