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“Ain’t gonna be alone.”
“You’re right. I’ll be sleeping next to my son.” HavingWren sharing a bed with her was one way to prevent Stone from joining her without an invitation.
Because she was afraid of what she’d do if Wren wasn’t with her and Stone came tapping on the door. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even knock, he’d just walk right in.
She would not be doing the right thing by answering the door and inviting him in. Luckily, Wren made a great cock block.
“Sleep on it,” he suggested.
“Your bed? I will.”
He snorted and shook his head.
“Now, can you release me so I can go inside?”
With a deep sigh, he slowly removed his hands. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
She took the opportunity to put some space between them before he changed his.
Or she did.
“By the way, you taste like beer and pot,” she tossed over her shoulder as she opened the back door and stepped inside.
“Better than if I ate a shit sandwich.”
“Debatable.” The door shut behind her.
Chapter Thirteen
Taryn smotheredher groan of frustration with a pillow. At least it wasn’t a maniacal scream.
She twisted her head to the right to see it was only one in the morning.
One.
Only an hour after the last time she checked since she’d been trying to fall asleep since ten. She’d done nothing but toss and turn for the last three hours.
She glanced over to her left at her son. He slept like the dead, so most things didn’t wake him up. Only, he was more like the walking dead with his constant kneeing and kicking as he slept.
Wren did not make a great bed partner. Especially since he was also like a compact space heater. Why was the male species so damn hot when they slept? They turned beds into ovens.
She sighed softly and went back to staring up at the dark ceiling. At this rate, she would never get any sleep.
Why? For one obvious reason.
Stone.
His body.
His lips.
That damn kiss.
She kept replaying it over and over in her mind. Every time she did, her pussy twinged, her breath caught, and her breasts ached.
All over a simple kiss!
She needed to think about other things. Like what finger foods she would need to prepare for a ladies’ afternoon tea tomorrow.
