Page 25 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“I’d do it. Tell me where and I’ll get it done as soon as the roads open back up.” He opened his other eye and kissed my nose, squeezing me tightly in his embrace.
“On your heart so I can see it when you make love to me. Or is that too cheesy?”
“Not cheesy at all. Consider it done.” A yawn took hold of him. “You should get some winks. It’s after four in the morning.”
“Agreed. We both should.”
“I don’t sleep. Insomnia.”
“That’s rough.” Oh, my heart. Was nothing normal for him? “How do you survive the day?”
“Cat naps.”
“That doesn’t seem sufficient at all. Have you seen a doctor about your sleep issues?”
He hiked his eyebrow. “Bikers don’t go to the doctor. We have one in the club. Patch is his name. He’s given me meds, but they don’t work. It’s fine. You sleep and I’ll watch you.”
“Nothing creepy about being watched when I sleep.” I snorted. “But okay. I’m tired so I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sounds good.”
“Good night, Brandon.”
“Nite, Trix.”
I settled in against his warm body with a smile on my face and let sleep take me.
This Halloween was the best night ever.
10
Trixie
Morning had arrived and it was bright out. Sunbeams streamed in from the window well, which was packed full of snow. I assumed the power was still out judging by the fridged room and the ceiling light was still out. We’d left it on, so we’d know when the power came back on.
I woke up to the sound of Brandon snoring. He was legit sawing logs, which meant he was actually sleeping. Yay! I couldn’t be happier after hearing he had insomnia.
He wasn’t loud like Papa, who rattled the roof on our home every night. I hadn’t heard Brandon until now. Maybe I heard nothing because I’d been so exhausted and dead to the world.
How long had he been asleep? For as peaceful and content as he appeared, I’d guess at least a few hours.
I still couldn’t believe what had happened between us in the last twelve or so hours.
After pining over this man, convincing myself I’d been playing the long game, I was finally in bed with him. It’d been good not to get immediate results. His disinterest and rudeness had made me want him more, and it allowed us to build a unique friendship. The time had allowed me to learn everything I could about Brandon, most importantly, that his was neurodivergent.
I was so glad I’d been patient and didn’t give up on him. He was well worth the wait.
My heart fluttered as I admired his handsome profile. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t freezing, while I was naked under the blankets. Brandon’s body heated me nicely, like he was a human furnace. Must have been all those muscles mixed with all my extra insulation. We were a good match during a winter power outage.
My mind recalled everything from last night. This man blew me away with his determination to pleasure me. He had made me howl a ton last night, actually demanding I howl. It was crazy fun. I had an inkling there was a number in his head he had wanted to achieve.
I felt a little guilty for hardly contributing to our sexual activities. Brandon only wanted me to be a happy receiver of what he wanted to give me. It was so easy and enjoyable to obey him.
An idea popped into my head. I would love to do something for him. Give back and reciprocate after all he’d done for me.
What would be better than waking him up in style? A morning blowjob.
However, due to my limited experience, I’d never given one. Just hadn’t gone that far with most guys I’d dated. Now with Brandon, I was glad I hadn’t done all the things with men I didn’t love or care about.
