Page 85 of One More Shot
I press my lips against the shell of his ear and whisper the same three words that had me coming undone just a few minutes ago. ‘Come for me.’
He freezes for one long second, and then his entire body shudders as he thrusts into me hard and deep. ‘Eliott—’
I swallow my name on his tongue as he finishes and plant soft, chaste kisses down his neck as we both lay there, catching our breath.
‘Like I said,’ he pants, breaking the silence after a minute or two. ‘You’re going to be the death of me.’
I laugh as he rolls off me, scooping me up into a sweaty hug as he goes. ‘No complaints though?’
He tilts my chin upwards and presses a soft kiss against my lips. ‘No complaints.’
The wrong kind of buzzing noise wakes me up the next morning. It’s loud and urgent and doesn’t come with the waves of pleasure I’ve started to associate with a noise like that.
I groan and pull the blankets up over my head. ‘Someone really wants to talk with you.’
Beside me, wrapped up in my blankets like it’s a toga, Dane huffs out an equally unimpressed groan. ‘Don’t care.’
He shifts in the bed and drapes an arm over my side,tucking me into him. That’s how we fell asleep last night – with Dane curled protectively around me, hot and sweaty after two and a half more rounds of toe-curling sex – and there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.
A very large part of me is more than content to stay in this spot until we get atleastone more round under our belts, but the rational side of me wins this particular war.
Dane’s phone angrily vibrates again and I emerge from the blanket nest we’ve created and reach for my own phone.
No missed calls or messages, so it’s probably nothingurgentbut…
‘It’s 8am,’ I yawn. ‘We should probably start getting ready.’
Dane lets out a grunt of disapproval as his arm comes to wrap a little tighter around my waist, firmly holding me in place. ‘Ten more minutes.’
‘You said that thirty minutes ago.’
Another grunt.
I snort and start to slowly extract myself from his grip. If Dane has his way we’ll never leave the bed and, as tempting as that sounds, I’ve still got a job to do.
‘Come on,’ I say, sliding out of the bed. ‘And check your phone. It might be important.’
Another grunt, though this one is at least accompanied by a yawn and a stretch as Dane reluctantly sits upright and reaches for his phone. He blinks blearily at the screen and then lets out a sharp bark of laughter.
‘What is it?’ I crawl back into the bed and peer over his shoulder at his phone. There’s a notification for several missed calls – all from Cash – and a stream of unread messages, also all from Cash.
CASH
Open your door I can’t sleep.
Dane?
What kind of best man leaves his groom hanging like this?
Wait did you even come back last night?
No. You didn’t. Your welcome basket is still outside your door.
So you and Eliott…
Nice. But now I do owe Amber £20. You couldn’t wait until after the wedding??
Wait.
