Join the Club - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,57

up the front walk that led to my house.

I glanced over at Bourne’s truck that was parked at the curb, then hurried up the path that led inside.

I found it unlocked.

Pushing the door open, I locked it behind me then slowly started to turn out lights as I went.

After a quick check on the two remaining dogs that I had to make sure were bedded down for the night, I then went and found my man.

He was lying face down in the middle of my bed, sleeping.

Moses’ head popped up when he saw me, but he didn’t get up from his sprawl on the floor.

I patted him with my foot as I passed him, then went to the bed.

Kneeling down onto it, I ran my hand down the length of Bourne’s back.

He groaned and rolled over, his arm coming up to cover his eyes.

He was asleep.

Very asleep.

I watched him quietly for a few long moments, my eyes taking in his body.

He was in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

I slowly caught the covers and pulled them up over his body, covering it with a sadness that bordered on ludicrous.

The man was beautiful, pure and simple.

Built. Lean. Tan. God-like.

So out of my league that it wasn’t even funny.

There were times that I thought about how we fit together that I wondered just how in the hell I’d lucked out and gotten a man like him.

Leaving the covers half pulled up over his back, I went to the bathroom and took care of my nightly routine. Brushing my teeth, combing out my hair, applying deodorant, washing my face and then applying my nightly serums to my face.

The one thing that I could say when it came to my dad, was the benefit of skincare.

He’d always taken care of himself, applying sunscreen every time he thought he would be outside for a long enough amount of time. And nightly, he’d apply skin creams to his face.

That had to be why he always appeared so clean and put together.

I’d taken to the habit when I was two years post-pregnancy and sporting bags under my eyes that could rival suitcases. After realizing the benefits of good skincare, I’d never stopped. Even though the nightly routines were somewhat expensive and probably didn’t need to be done just yet.

But it was a luxury that I’d started and hadn’t really wanted to stop.

Speaking of my father, we’d gotten served a letter today that my sister had signed for. One that was from my father’s lawyer requesting visitation with my son.

One that I now needed to go talk to a lawyer about to see if there was anything legally I needed to do.

Sighing, I finished up in the bathroom, then went to my bedroom where I laid down as gently and as quietly as I could next to the man dominating the bed.

The moment my weight dipped the bed beside him, he shifted onto his side and moved until his arm was stretched high over his head, his bicep pillowing his face.

I reached for the bedside lamp and switched it off, then carefully maneuvered myself under the covers.

Once there, I scooted closer and closer until my entire body was pressed up against Bourne’s.

There I lay for a solid five minutes reveling in his heat.

It was as my eyes were drooping closed that I felt his hand circle my waist and pull me impossibly closer.

I woke instantly when I realized that he, too, was awake.

“Hey,” I said, voice scratchy. “You okay?”

He buried his face into my chest, showing me without words that he wasn’t the least bit okay.

His mouth went to my neck, his hand went to my sleep shorts, and I gasped at the way he ripped my shorts off.

In between one breath and the next, I was shortless, he was between my legs, and he was slipping inside of me.

He rotated his hips, his cock searching for a way in, but I wasn’t ready for him.

He had to work for it.

One delicious inch at a time, he slowly worked himself inside of me.

All the while, his mouth found mine and he kissed me breathless.

“Bourne,” I breathed, my hands going to his face. “Yes.”

He growled and caught my bottom lip, biting it just enough that a sharp pinch of pain jolted through me.

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tightening on his face so that my nails dug into his cheekbones, causing him to growl.

I let him do what he wanted, though, not complaining in the least