Page 54 of Whiskey Chase
She squealed and cuddled into my chest. “I don’t know what your plans are, but I’m afraid my vagina might turn itself inside out if you try to give it another orgasm so soon.”
I laughed the whole way down the hall and dropped her on the mattress. “We’ll just sleep then,” I promised. I pointed her in the direction of the bathroom and spare toothbrush and whatever else she needed and then sat down on the edge of the mattress. I could hear the water running on the other side of the door.
Absently, I rubbed a hand over my chest. Tonight had been... it felt dramatic to say life-altering. But still. I’d never taken a woman that way, never had a lover so eager to meet my demands. But I’d never had Scarlett before. It felt like a key fitting into a lock, and I knew for sure that moving forward, everything would be different.
She padded back into the room and shucked my t-shirt off. “Hope you don’t mind. I sleep naked.”
I couldn’t think of anything that I’d mind less.
She pulled the quilt back and climbed in. “Just so you know, I’m not a cuddler,” she said, punching the pillows under her into submission.
“Duly noted.” I felt a spark of disappointment but dismissed it. Tonight had been otherworldly, and asking for anything more felt greedy.
I brushed my teeth with the door open and watched her in the mirror as she settled under the covers. My wife and I had shared a generously sized king bed. Each sticking to our own sides. Respecting the other’s space. Had I given her too much space? Is that why she went outside our relationship? It was something I’d wondered about in passing when I wasn’t too blinded by rage and humiliation.
I ran the water in the sink and decided that it didn’t matter. I had a tiny, fascinating brunette waiting for me in my bed.
I paused just inside the doorway and watched her. She lay on her side curled up, and when I crawled in next to her, I couldn’t resist it. I pulled her into my arms, settling her back against my chest, nestling her ass to my thighs.
“What’s this? What’s happening?”
“Just go with it,” I advised.
“Fine, but I probably won’t be able to sleep,” she grumbled.
I smiled into the dark and rested my chin on her head.
A minute later, she was snoring softly, and I was still smiling.
And when I woke in the middle of the night, she was sprawled out on top of me, sound asleep, her face pressed into my neck. I smiled into the dark and stroked a hand down her naked back. She cuddled in even closer.
It was going to be a good day.
* * *
The poundingon the front door started just after seven-thirty. Scarlett frowned in her sleep when I shifted her off of me and onto the mattress. I cursed whoever was trespassing on our first morning together while I pulled on a pair of sweat pants. If Jonah had forgotten his key, I wondered if I could craft a plausible murder defense. I was still shirtless when I yanked the door open.
“What?”
The Bodines ranged themselves on Gran’s front porch. I’d seen this before, but the last time I was on their side of the door. Jonah gave an embarrassed wave from the back of the pack.
“You’re not taking my remote batteries,” I said, walking back to the kitchen and leaving the front door open.
“Y’all have a good night last night?” Bowie asked casually.
I stabbed the start button on the coffeemaker. Except for Jonah, they were all sporting bruises and minor cuts. “Better than you guys, it looks.”
“There was a small skirmish on the dance floor,” Gibson said. He had a cut on his lip and some bruising under his left eye.
“Let me guess. Amos?” I said dryly.
“I fucking hate that guy,” Bowie said. His right eye was blackened, and his knuckles were scraped and bruised.
“Yeah, because you’re too chicken shit to ask out his girl,” Gibson said, poking the bear.
“She’snothis girl,” Bowie snapped.
“Ain’t yours either,” Jameson pointed out mildly. He had a scrape mark on his cheek and a bruise on his chin and a small cut on his forehead.
