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Humans. So difficult.
I heard a car outside, and Aiden smiled at me. “That’s Cass. I’m gonna go bake, and I have therapy later, so I’ll be ok. I was just surprised, even though I shouldn’t have been. Plus Cass will probably say something to cheer me up, because he always seems to know when I need it.”
Aiden gave me another brief hug—it was still odd, but it wasn’t bad—and then he walked out the door, shutting it behind him. I heard Cass’s voice say good morning and Aiden get in the car, at which point I turned around to head into Quinton’s room.
Only Quinton was standing in his doorway, looking at me. “Well, that’s an interesting sight to wake up to,” he mumbled.
He was adorable, all mussed up from sleeping, his chest bare and his sweatpants slung low on his hips. He also looked pissy, but I wasn’t sure if that was because Aiden had hugged me or because that was his morning face. I didn’t think he would be jealous of a hug, but Quinton did like to be unpredictable.
Rather than say more, however, he shuffled off to the bathroom, ignoring me completely and shutting the door behind him. I heard him pee, flush, and then wash his hands before he stumbled back out.
He looked at me, looked at the clock, looked at the door, mumbled, “Too early,” and stumbled back into his bedroom.
Decisions. If mornings were for caffeine and sass, I could make him coffee and bring it in, or I could go in and face the possibility of a thorough sassing. I enjoyed being sassed by Quinton, so that certainly wouldn’t be a hardship.
As I followed him into the bedroom, I tried not to think about what else mornings were sometimes for.
Chapter 15
Quinton
It was too early. I stumbled back into bed and wrapped myself burrito style in my blankets. Liam came in, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in next to me. I stared at him blearily from my cocoon of blankets.
He scooched closer.
I might have hissed a bit at him before I shut my eyes. Too early. His body pressed closer to mine, and I meant to snark at him, but he was rumbling softly, and it was kind of soothing, and I drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up again and opened my eyes, I turned my head to the side and screamed.
“What thefuck, Liam!” I hissed. His face was like an inch from mine, and he was just staring at me. It was like a horror movie.
He smiled at me, totally unfazed by my yelling or cursing at him.
“Good morning, my little hellcat,” he murmured.
I turned my head, trying to wake my brain up. Liam’s legs were pressing against mine under the covers. I was laying on my back, and he was cuddled up to my side, his body keeping me cozy and warm. His bare chest was pressed against my side, andhis arm was around me. He started gently petting my chest, like I really was a cat. I almost snorted at the thought. He rubbed across a nipple, and it felt really nice.
Like,reallynice.
Which is when I realized his hard on was pressed against my thigh. I had morning wood, but I hadn’t been thinking about sex. Until now, that was. I didn’t think Liam had sex on the brain either. He didn’t seem to be grazing my nipple on purpose—he was just petting me. He wasn’t thrusting into my hip or anything with his dick either.
Not that I would have complained.
I moved my hips against him, and he rumbled in pleasure. He continued to gently pet me. I thrust against him again, my hips rubbing against his hard on, and I heard his exhalation of breath.
He still didn’t take the hint. I huffed in annoyance.
“What does a guy have to do to get a morning orgasm?” I grumbled.
“Oh, is it morning sex time?” he asked, sounding eager and pleased.
“Well, you made me horny,” I complained. “You could at least do something about it.”
“Clothes off?” he asked.
I turned my head to look at him and rolled my eyes. “Duh, yeah.”
Liam leaned in to kiss me.
