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Tandi hops off me quickly, and I wonder what she is doing. I’m about to reach for her when she moves down my body, pushing my legs apart, and inhaling my dick in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I curse as her tongue runs along the side of my shaft. Looping her tongue around the head has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. When I try to place my hands on her head, she pins my hands with hers on the bed. Just before I can blow in her mouth, she stops, and her lips leave my cock with an audible pop.
She turns around reverse cowgirl style, giving me a view of her magnificent bubble butt. I squeeze her ass as she sinks down on me with a moan; I like this position, watching her bouncing up and down. Before I know what is happening, we crash down with the bed frame broken. Tandi begins to laugh hysterically with me as she tries to right herself.
“Come here,” I tell her.
Lifting her up and placing her on top of me, I kiss her deeply, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I roll her with me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I push her onto her back and slowly re-enter her.
21
I am never drinking again! My head feels like it has been crushed in a vice, and my mouth has never felt so dry. How do people drink every day? This is horrid. I don’t understand how Liam and the king managed to be alcoholics. My eyes flutter open, which makes me feel even more like death.
Instead of being in bed with Tyson, I am here staring at the empty bed. Lifting my head, fingers trail down my spine and make me shiver when I use my hands to push up so I can peer around. Only I find I am laying on top of Gannon. I peer down to find myself completely naked before dropping back down on top of him to cover my nudity.
“I didn’t sleep with you. Well, I did sleep as in the closed eyes kind of sleep in the dream state,” he mumbles, rolling on his side. I shriek, becoming trapped between his huge body and the back of the couch.
“Why am I naked?”
“You said you were hot and kept taking your clothes off,” he mumbles, yawning before pressing his lips against my forehead.
His lips pull up in the corners. “I bet you have a wicked hangover,” he chuckles.
“My head hurts,” I tell him. He hums before sitting up slightly and peering over the arm of the couch. He reaches a hand over to the small coffee table, retrieving a bottle of water. Yes! Water! Liquid! I think, snatching it from him and twisting the cap off. He laughs, sitting up, moving toward the bathroom, and returning with Tylenol. Gannon pops two from the packet, handing them to me, and I quickly swallow them before dropping back down on the couch. I intended to live here for the next few hours until this headache went away.
Gannon moves to sit back down, and I wiggle over so he has room, my nipples going hard from the lack of body heat. He lifts an eyebrow at me as I pat the couch.
“You are going to let me lay with you?” he asks.
Wasn’t that what we were just doing? I think to myself, a bit late for modesty. I slept naked on top of him for goodness sake.
“Ah, yes, I’m freezing, and you’re like a hot water bottle,” I tell him, and he snorts before grabbing the blanket and laying back down.
“You could put clothes on,” he says, laying back down and tugging me closer.
“That feels like far too much effort,” I groan, snuggling into his side. “Wait, where is?—”
“Clarice has Tyson,” Gannon mumbles, slipping his arm beneath my head and the pillow as he tucks me closer. I inhale his scent while his fingers draw circles on my lower back as he shuts his eyes, going back to sleep. Yet thanks to this headache, sleep doesn’t want me, so I find myself watching him.
His scent encases me as his face relaxes. He tries to go back to sleep, and I lean closer, pressing my lips against his. His eyes fly open at the action, and he jerks his head back. I giggle at the shock on his face, yet I feel different.
Truthfully, I haven’t felt the same since whatever Azalea did to me. The fear and weight of my past no longer suffocated me. It is still there but no longer at the forefront of my mind, and watching Gannon sleep, I realize he truly isn’t one of those monsters.
Heck, I slept naked next to him, and he didn’t try to touch me or anything. Just slept.
“Abbie?” Gannon murmurs as I sit up on one elbow. Gannon pushes my hair back behind my ear. His brows furrow and his lips part to say something, but I cut whatever he was about to say off as I lean down, pressing my lips against his. He groans, and his lips part at the demand of my tongue as it slips inside his mouth.
His arm around my waist pulls me closer while the other slips into my hair as I deepen the kiss. My tongue tangles with his, but he lets me have control when I feel him smile against my lips.
“Are you feeling alright?” he mumbles against my lips, attacking his. I nod my lips, not leaving his, as I lift my leg over his waist to straddle him. He grips my knee and pulls away.
“Abbie,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask, smiling as I peck his lips, but he shakes his head.
“We should stop,” he groans, moving his lower half away and making my legs slip off his waist.
“Isn’t this what you want?” I ask him, confused.
