Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,61

bouncy pillows I normally prefer. Her hips, well, they’re slender more like a man’s.

Nothing to get my cock showing interest, except, for some reason it does. I should do the gentlemanly thing and avert my eyes as business-like she undoes her functional sports bra—her breasts, so firm I notice, barely drop—and then she reaches for a t-shirt and covers herself back up.

The brief glimpse of her white cotton panties, hell, that had been as hot as any pair of lacy underwear. It was what was hidden from view that made my mouth water.

I’m a man who works with women constantly in a near or completely naked state. I should be immune to the female figure. When it comes to Swift though, I find I’m not. So yeah, I’m worried where my hands might roam while I’m asleep.

I shift further over to my side of the bed as she lifts the sheet.

“Switch the light off, will you?”

I do. Then roll onto my back, throwing my arm up over my head. Christ. My cock is rock hard and throbbing. Normally after taking Tramadol it puts my whole body to sleep, but Swift seems to have an effect on me even medication can’t prevent. This is as awkward as fuck. Why didn’t Pip partner me with Rascal? There’d be no attraction there.

Maybe it’s not her that’s causing my dick to swell. Perhaps it’s just the adrenaline rush not quite worn off.

“I apologise if I snore,” I warn her, knowing that I often do.

“Road, I won’t hear you. And I’ve slept in a room full of men often enough before. There’s nothing you can do which I won’t have already experienced.”

You’ve never known the feel of my cock in your pussy… And, she never will. Fuck, one move toward her and she’d probably slice my dick off.

She fidgets. The bed moves as she turns over, then with a quiet fuck, she sits back up, then lies back down.

This mattress is obviously cheap and well-used. There’s a dip in the middle and I work hard to prevent myself rolling over. I lie still, willing my cock to settle down, turning my thoughts to maintenance on my bike, anything to take my mind off the nearly naked woman lying by my side.

Every movement she makes, I feel. It’s when the bed starts to gently vibrate, that my eyes snap open again.

Oh hell. She can’t be rubbing one out, can she?

Fuck. If she is, maybe I can. Maybe that would allow me to sleep.

Fuck it. I may not have been a gentleman when I ogled her while she was undressing, but there’s no way on this earth I can put my hands on my dick while she’s lying next to me in the bed. Not when she’s doing that.

The vibration continues.

Fuck this. That couch downstairs sounds pretty inviting right now. At least it would give me some privacy to take care of my own needs while she can carry on taking care of hers.

Not wanting to disturb her, I curl my abs and start to sit up. It’s when I swing my legs off the bed, I hear her voice.

“Road?”

Assuming she’s asking where I’m going, I explain, a little tersely. “I can’t sleep.” It’s an honest reply, but I don’t want her to be embarrassed by pointing out the reason why.

“Road?” She reaches out her hand. When her fingers curl around my arm, strongly enough to hold me back, I feel her shaking.

Her hand is shaking?

I flick the switch in the bedside light. It’s pale glow illuminates something I didn’t anticipate. I’d expected to see her face flushed with pleasure, instead, her eyes are open wide, and her skin is pale. “What’s the matter?” I ask. Conscious of others sleeping around us, I’ve kept my voice low.

Her eyes are staring intently at the lower part of my face, then her eyes raise to meet mine. “My hearing aids, I can’t use them when I sleep. I can’t hear you, Road.” She bites her lip, looking for her, surprisingly helpless. “Unless you speak very clearly into my left ear.”

She can’t hear what I say unless she puts her hearing aids back in, and I can’t sign. There is one quick solution.

I lean right over her. “Change places.” I’m lying on the right-hand side of the bed. My words had been falling literally on her totally deaf ear.

A small smile appears, then a nod. I get out of bed, pulling my t-shirt down over my boner, and getting back