Page 56 of Demon's Angel

“Nah, Thumper and Piston are in there.”

God dammit.

Thunder’s standing relaxed, his thumbs through his belt loops as if there’s no problem. Well, fuck. Seems like I’ve got little option. What Vi will have to say about it, I’ve no idea. But she’d have had no problem bunking down with Nathan; time after time I’ve explained my brotherly role to her. Sharing a room isn’t something we’ve never done before, though the three of us sleeping together was when she was only a little girl, and I’d had no idea what an attractive woman she was going to grow into.

She looks on me just like a sibling.

I’ll sleep fully clothed, and on the chair.

Thunder’s watching me, his eyes narrowing. “You okay there, Prez?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I say ruefully, “Yeah, just worried about the kid waking me up every few hours.”

His face brightens in understanding. “With you there, Prez. Forgot the fuckin’ kid. Sorry.”

My excuse offered and accepted, I turn and finally complete my journey to the stairs. With one hand on the banister as though I need it to support me, I carefully make my way up to what I expect to be an uncomfortable and sleepless night.

Whether Theo wakes up or not.

Passing my own door with a rueful glance, I walk on, making my way to Hell’s room. I hesitate far longer than necessary, only getting the nerve to knock lightly when Pyro and Cad, who are presumably bunking down together tonight, come up behind me. I nod as they pass, then turn to the door, which is opening a fraction.

“D?” Vi yawns as she speaks.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She moves her head side-to-side, then changes the action to tilt it toward the corridor behind me. “Not exactly quiet out there.”

I hadn’t thought how much sound from the party would travel up here, but she’s right. It is noisy. “Theo being disturbed?”

“No, thankfully. Once he’s asleep, he’s gone. I’m lucky that way. What can I do for you, D?”

Not the right question Vi. Not when I’m sleeping in your room tonight.Could I find somewhere else? Go to a motel, maybe.

“Rooms are being used for the visitors, Vi. I, er… don’t have anywhere to sleep.”

Her eyes crease, then she smiles widely. “Well, come in here.” With that, she throws open the door.

Years back, she’d flaunt herself in front of me wearing tiny sleep shorts and a tank. Her choice of sleepwear hasn’t changed, I’m unhappy to see. Whereas in the past I’d been able to ignore it, now my cock jerks as I see the tantalising curve of luscious ass cheeks as she turns away from me.

“Bathroom’s in there.” She pauses, and giggles. “Of course you know that, better than me. What am I thinking, blabbering on?”

I think she’s finding this situation as difficult as I am, but for completely different reasons.

“You get into bed, Vi, I’ll sleep on the chair. I’m sorry to have woken you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t asleep, I was just reading.” She pauses. There’s a moment of quiet, then she says, “Now you’re here, D., could you do something for me?”

I’ll do anything she fucking wants. Preferably, stick my cock inside her. I’m hoping all she’ll ask for is to get her a glass of water, perhaps. “Yeah, what?”

“Can you check my tattoo for me? I’ve not had one before. I put some ointment on about dinner time; do I need to use more?”

Yeah. That would have been hours ago. “Best you wash it and put some more on.”

She nods and disappears into the bathroom. Good. Last thing I need to see right before I settle down to sleep is my name on her back.

Two seconds later she returns with a washcloth in her hands. “Could you do it for me, D?” she asks, her eyes wide and innocent.

Fuck, woman. If you only knew what I’d really like to do to you…But how can I refuse? It’s a brotherly thing to do, right?

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