Page 44 of Sleepless Beauties
Why is his cock out? And why is it looking at me?
Shit. Why am I looking at it?
I fumble as I distractedly look away from the real monster among all these beasts.
Except, it wasn’t really that big…was it?
I peek back down, just to look away even faster this time.
It definitely was that big, and I think it’s still growing.
Just stop! Stop looking at it.
Stop it.
The rumble of Vuitton clearing his throat forces me to say something.
“Um. It’s cute.I mean— I meant thatthey’recute. Acessa and Louis.”
I hate myself so hard right now.
The delicious sound of Vuitton’s laughter sends shivers of awareness all across my arms, despite the oversized black coat I have wrapped tightly around myself.
“Sorry,” he says. When I sneak another look over my shoulder, he’s pulling on a thin pair of black boxers over the etched lines framing his hips. A good thing never lasts long enough, does it? “I didn’t expect to see you for a while yet.”
“Ever? Did you ever really expect to see me again?” I can’t help but laugh, and now that I have the nerve to actually look at him the most warm and calming smile shines through in his pretty eyes.
“I’d have seen you again. I told you I’d be watching. I wouldn’t have walked away without checking in on someone Kyra loved.”
Why does my heart feel so funny? He didn’t confess his love, he just said that he would do a wellness check. Calm down!
But I’m still smiling like an idiot.
Luckily, he is too.
“Want to see my burrow?” He changes the heart-fluttering subject with ease, and I am kind of curious about his burrow of his.
“Yeah,” I nod and look back just once at Acessa to find her tangled up in the arms of her own very naked lover. “Yeah, let’s go check out that burrow. Right now, before the wilderness gets a bit more wild over here.”
Vuitton leads the way across the open field, the tall grass tickles along my fingertips as I follow him. The golden kiss of sunlight that highlights across the lines of his muscles is the kind of stuff sonnets are written about, I’m sure of it. His posture is hard and proper. I’m still stunned by his perfection when he lifts his hand and with the next step, the tall grass slips away.
Nature itself is folded down, criss crossing like architecture across the ground.
“You made this?” I turn, admiring the circular room he’s created for himself among the walls of grass.
“Lie down,” he says, and I don’t know why my stomach dips at that command.
I kneel first, and then slowly lie on the soft blanket of bedding that he has made. It’s warmer here. The wind doesn’t touch my skin, and the sunlight soaks across me like it’s peeking out from behind the clouds for me and me alone.
“It’s comfortable, right?” Vuitton is smiling so hard I can literally feel his pride beaming.
“Incredibly so.” I can’t take my eyes off of the sweet smile he’s lavishing down on me.
Until he too lies down, at my side. His arm brushes mine before he folds it behind his head and stares up at the soft white clouds.
I’m immediately too aware of our closeness. I’m all too aware of the last time he was this close to me. Our tongues were touching, he was just about to caress the neediest part of me, our entire beings were wrapped up in one another, and then we were so rudely interrupted..
I clear my throat hard and try to focus on what’s important.
