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“Huh, funny, Usually it’s drink, swallow-” I give him my most seductive look and a bleary wink, “then sleep.”
Leo snorts, grips my hand, and wraps it around the water glass, tipping it to my lips slightly. I exhale loudly, then guzzle it down in one go, just to be sassy.
“Good girl,” Leo murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead and essentially making me melt into a puddle on the bed. “Come on, let’s get you into bed so you can get some sleep.”
He pulls back the covers, then kneels at my feet, gently removing my shoes one by one, then my socks. He grins at my pink toenails, then moves to stand, gently maneuvering me into bed, my head hitting the soft pillow as he tucks me in. Tears prick my eyes at the care he is giving me. It’s been a long time since anyone treated me this gently. He presses a kiss to my temple, running a hand over my hair.
He straightens and moves to turn, but I stop him by grabbing his hand. “Stay with me. Please?” My voice comes out smaller than I want it to, but it doesn’t matter. Leo would still know how I was feeling just from one look.
“If I get in that bed, you’re mine. I mean it, Kai, you’re mine. All of you.” His green eyes bore into mine in the low light, and I can’t think of anything I want more, than to be his.
My voice doesn’t work, probably because I’m busy gaping at him, so instead, I nod. The tension he was holding leaves his body, his shoulders dropping, a smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t say another word, just moves to the other side of the bed, and undresses until he’s in his boxer briefs. I stare in awe that this man, this fine specimen, wants me. His skin is decorated in black tattoos, his chest, ribs, arms and stomach all inked artfully. He has muscles on muscles, and just the right amount of chest hair.
“Holy shit, I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I whisper.
The bed dips where he joins me, rolling me to face away from him as he curls his larger body around mine. “No baby, it’s me that is in heaven.”
Chapter 13
Judge
Fuck. If she doesn’t stop whining in her sleep and grinding that soft, sweet ass against me, I’m going to either blow in my boxers like a teenager, or wake her up and fuck her into the mattress. It’s been a long while since the last time I picked up a piece, growing tired of nameless faceless women at parties. Not to mention we’ve been a little busy with all the shit that’s been coming our way. It didn’t really seem like a good time to go out picking up women. On one hand, I’m glad. With Kaia back in my life the last thing I need is some hangaround causing trouble. On the other hand, it’s been such a long time for me that I don’t think I’d last long even if I wanted to do anything with Kaia. Looks like blowing my load in my shorts is inevitable.
“Mmmm, Leo. Do. Not. Move. Don’t even think about it,” Kaia says, angling her ass just enough for me to feel the sweet heat between her legs.
My hand wraps around her hip, holding her still, “Baby, if you keep doing that I’m going to tear those little panties off and fuck you senseless.”
She freezes for a minute, the only sound in the room is Kaia’s heavy breathing. She rolls slowly toward me, a smirk on her face and pure fucking mischief in her eyes.
“Oh really? What would you do if I did this?” she sits up on her knees and before I can even open my mouth to say something she peels her top off, leaving her sitting in a bright purple bra. One of those see through ones. That’s important to know because I’m eye to eye with her dark berry-colored nipples, that are just begging to be in my mouth.
I swallow thickly. It wasn’t that many hours ago this woman was off her tits on absinthe and herbal ecstacy. She’s bound to not be in her right mind, but Jesus watching her stand on the bed and slowly peeling her panties down is pushing me to my limit.
“Babe, how about you pop those back on and let’s get you another glass of water, hmm? Just to sober you up a little.” As much as I want her, I can’t in all good conscience, take her when she’s not sound of mind or whatever the words are.
“Huh?” Her lip curls up as she looks down at me. She looks fucking adorable. And mad. “What the hell Leo? You can’t threaten to fuck me senseless and then take it back! Is it my body?” she looks down at her soft belly, sucking it in, then looking behind her at that fantastic ass.
I sit up, reaching for her hands. “Babe, it’s not about the belly or the ass, I’m fucking hard as steel looking at you. It’s about how you’re still drunk and I’m not fucking you when you’re not with me, on the level, with everything we do.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m perfectly fine. I get that I was pretty tipsy last night, but I’m completely sober. Whatever the hell Pops and Chewy put in those drinks is magic because I feel pretty good.” She shrugs, then frowns at me. “You’re an ass.”
She walks that sweet ass to the end of the bed, before stepping off the end, moving to pick up her clothes, looking through her pockets.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for my phone.” She finds it, and presses the button to wake it up, checking the time. She throws it on the bedside then waltzes right out of the room.
I lie there, staring out the door, cock still at full mast. What the hell just happened? One minute she was hot for me, the next, in the kitchen. OK, I get that it was my fault for ruining the mood, but still, I definitely thought she was coming back to bed. What the hell do I do?
I peek out the door, trying to get a glimpse of what she’s doing out there. It’s loud, and there seems to be some banging, but I can’t make out what that could mean. Shit. I’ve messed this up and I have no idea how to get us back on track. Not just because my dick wants to get wet, but because it feels like I ruined a moment and I have no idea how to get it back. I could go out there and be all manly alpha, or I could just continue to sit here and wait for her to come back. If she comes back. A door slams and the shower starts up, the running water loud in the silent trailer. I sit for another beat and then realize I’m going to have to ask for advice. Dammit.
Leaning over I stretch to pick my jeans up from the floor, pulling my phone from my pocket and speed dialling the one person who can help me.
“Kid?”
“Pops, I need your help.”
“Why are you whispering?” he yells back.
