Dance Around - Susi Hawke Page 0,21

of us was touching my dick.

With an arrogant wink, Dan thrust forward, ramming his knot and cock that much deeper as hot cum gushed inside me. His knot rubbed my sweet spot again, and I came right along with him.

Several long moments passed before he replied. "You are now, Blondie. By injection."

I was still groaning at his awful line a few minutes later, when he awkwardly lifted me and managed to get our locked bodies into the next room and onto my soft bed.

We ended up with him on his back and me stretched over his long body. The knot tugged at my rim the perfect amount to pleasantly burn without any real pain. It was more cuddling than I should've been willing to accept, but worth it.

And... kinda nice. Dammit. I thought back over our encounter with a small slice of guilt. By following my parameters, he'd proven himself once again to be an honorable alpha and not the asshole I'd tried to believe he was for so long.

Suddenly exhausted and sleepier than I'd ever been in my life, I could hardly stay alert long enough to say something he needed to hear before it slipped my mind.

"Dan? Thank you for not giving me a claiming bite. I... was tempted to bite you, more than tempted… but I want to have the talk you mentioned first. But... yeah. Thank you."

His lips brushed against the top of my head as his arms tightened around me, his hands resting over the top of my ass.

"You never have to thank me for honoring your wishes, Gilligan. It's the right thing to do. I'm not hoping I'll get another chance, but yeah... talking needs to happen first."

"I swear on my mama's grave, if I ever hear my name outside of our bedroom, I will slit your throat. Especially if I hear it from your brothers’ mouths. Oh, hell. Nope. Sexy or not, I will end you."

He slid a hand up to tug at my braid, pulling my hair to raise my head. I wanted to hate it, but fuck... manhandling me, even in such a small way, was hot. Dan winked with his cocky grin firmly in place. "So... you think I'm sexy, huh? And what did I hear about our bedroom? Does this mean I’m getting a future invitation for a repeat, or are you thinking of something more long-term? I’m open to whatever, so you know."

“Dan?”

“Yes, Blondie?”

“Go to sleep before I have to hurt you.”

5

Dan

I probably shouldn't have been surprised, but waking up because my pants landed on my face wasn't exactly the morning after I'd hoped for. At least I had my answer to his eye color. At the height of passion, they’d been nearly purple. I lay there for a minute, confident I was alone, when I heard him moving around the outer room. His phone rang, and he launched into orders.

Yeah, this was definitely not how I’d hoped to begin our day.

He came back into the room, growling while he told whoever it was they needed to figure it out and get their ass in gear, and I grinned to myself. Rolling my eyes, I braced myself for anything as I sat up on one arm, letting the jeans fall onto the bed beside me.

It was a damn good thing too because I was able to duck before I took a shoe to the head and catch the other midair. My shirt and underwear must have been earlier missed missiles because the underwear was draped over my blanketed foot, and the shirt was in a small wad beside my knees.

Oblivious, Gil barked orders into his phone, stalking out of the bathroom with a toiletry kit under his arm. After he jammed it into the open suitcase and looked around the room to see what else needed to be packed, he finally noticed me watching.

A blush briefly warmed his cheeks, blinking out of existence almost as fast as it had appeared. His blush and the slightly chagrined smile as he favored me with a terse nod was the lone sorry I got. Maybe he might've also wished for a better morning after the frenzied passion we'd shared last night.

His eyes were on me as he gave instructions for our apparently impending departure from the magical island of COME. Hesitating for nothing but the briefest second, I decided to toy with him a little. I threw the blankets back and stood, slowly stretching and arching my back with my arms