Page 104 of Lucky Shot
I open my eyes slowly,a smile already spreading across my face. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a bed with someone, or woken up next to another body. In all the times that I have, we always moved away from each other in the night.
Not this time. Pretty’s face is pressed to the side of my ribs. His legs are tangled with mine. One of his hands is splayed out across my stomach and the other is balled at his chest. He makes a quiet humming noise in his sleep, which only makes my smile widen.
If someone had told me six months ago, a year ago, that I’d be here with Noah Kain, I’d have rolled my eyes. Partially because I probably would have judged him unfairly.Poor pretty boy with all the attention.In my experience, those who know they’re attractive are exceedingly arrogant while sometimes trying to pretend to hate the attention.
He was always a nice guy when we were thrown together into the same crowd. And a year ago, if I’d have found him under duress at some event, I certainly would have done what I could to fix the situation. But even in those brief moments of getting a glimpse into who Noah is, I don’t know that I would have looked at him twice.
Do I have a type? Did Noah just not fit into it?
And yet, the moment his face filled my screen and he became PrettyInLace, my entire world just kind of sighed.This is him,everything in me seemed to say. It felt inevitable. Obvious. Frustrating that he was always right fucking there, and I stubbornly refused to look at him, even if unconsciously.
Maybe I was always the problem. I judged him unfairly and therefore never looked at him closely. Maybe our paths would have continued to cross, and we’d have always just missed each other.
Or maybe it might have happened without the anonymity of the game during events that I pulled him out of overstepping crowds and kept him against me for the rest of the night. Maybe that would have been the thing that eventually made us take a second, more assessing look at each other.
I run my fingers gently through his hair and he sighs in his sleep. He’s so damn pretty when he sleeps. I’ve never cared about pretty before, never mind his particular kind of pretty. There’s a strange, otherworldly presence about him. How soft his face is. His long lashes and lean body. Hair all askew.
For a while, I stare at him. Watching him sleep. Memorizing every line of his body, and each curve of his muscles. Learning the rhythm in which he breathes.
His eyelashes flutter and he presses his face further into my ribs. His hand on my stomach flexes and then wraps around me, hugging me. I continue to run my fingers through his hair and then down his arm, over his back, and up again.
After a minute, he slides his body up mine, and half drapes over me as he presses his face into my neck. His dick is hard, leaking, and pressed against my hip, but he makes zero move to call attention to it.
“I want to wake up like this every morning,” he murmurs.
I smile and turn my face so I can kiss his head. “No better way to wake up.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, picking up his head and looking around. “I’m pretty sure you’re nearly off the bed. I think you kept moving away in your sleep and I just wasn’t having it.”
I chuckle, bringing his face to mine so I can kiss his lips. He hums against me. “Chase me till your heart’s content, Pretty. I’m happy to be caught.”
He grins. “Everything you say makes me swoon.”
Pulling him against me, I hug him tightly and close my eyes. “No, but really, there’s no better way to wake up than this. Feeling you against me. The way your skin feels against mine. I can feel your heart and your breath. It’s perfect.”
He sighs. Minutes pass and then he says, “Want to stay in bed all day?”
“Kind of, yes. But with as much as we travel, we don’t actually get to see things. I also want to explore with you. Make memories.”
“You already make up some of my best memories,” he says. “Or something less mushy.”
I chuckle again. “Nah. Keep saying whatever it is you think. I love to hear it all.”
Pretty sighs. “I guess we can go visit places.”
“I’m thinking Red Rocks or the Four Mile Historic Tour today. Playing hockey yesterday made me realize that I’m slacking on the physical training this summer.”
“I was just thinking that last night!”
I kiss his head again and then roll him onto his back. “But first, let’s see what we can do about this.” I kiss his mouth, long and deep, before trailing my face down his smooth skin. He still smells like sex from last night. When I lick at his flesh, I can taste the salty brine of sweat and semen.
“Demi,” he says, already panting. “You don’t have to.”
“Mm-hmm,” I answer, dipping my tongue into his navel before flicking it across his cockhead.
He takes a sharp inhale and then his hands are tight in my hair. When I look up at him, he’s giving me a very strange look. “I mean it. You don’t have to. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“What makes you think I don’t want to?”
