and then his heat at my back. He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me back into him. His face buries in my hair, and his warm breath against my neck lulls me to sleep.
Brandt
The sound of a bird chirping rouses me. I open one eye and am blinded by light pouring in from the window. Confused, I feel for my phone, but there is no nightstand. I try to open my eyes again and realize I’m in the new house. The offending window is one I haven’t had a chance to cover yet.
Jeez, what time is it?
I move to get up, but my progress is halted by the arm wrapped around my waist. I look down, and a mess of blonde hair is snuggled up under the crook of my arm. Bellamy’s face is in my side, puffs of her even, warm breath bathing my pec.
Last night returns to me in a flash as my gaze runs up the length of her bare legs, which are twisted in the sheets, to the roundness of her hips and up to the swell of her breasts pressed against me.
My cock reacts to the memory of being buried inside her as her body milked my orgasm.
I try to slide out from under her without disturbing her sleep, but her arm tightens on me, and she murmurs something unintelligible into my side.
“Good morning,” I say as I run my fingers through her tangled locks.
“Mmm.”
All of a sudden, it hits me. The bright sunshine.
Shit.
I jolt up, and it startles her.
She comes up on an elbow and blinks. “What’s wrong?”
I race to the bathroom in search of my jeans. I nab them off the floor and pull them on. Then, I glance back out at her. Her messy, confused look is adorable, and I’d love to go back and kiss her fully awake, but I can’t.
“It’s Monday morning. I have no idea what time it is, but it’s late morning,” I tell her.
She sits there for a moment, and then it hits her.
“Oh no,” she shrieks as she kicks the sheets away and bolts up.
“Do you remember who our first appointment is?” I ask as I try to remember where I removed my shirt.
The spare room. Pulling carpet. Right.
Her eyes fly to mine. “Cowboy!”
Great. Her fucking brother. What are the odds? How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Myer?
She runs into the bathroom and comes out in her cutoff shorts and tank.
“I can’t go to work in this,” she says in a panic.
I leave her to her meltdown and jog to the other room to retrieve my tee. It smells like a gym bag from the dried sweat as I pull it over my head.
We collide in the hallway as we both race to the stairs.
I grab her shoulders to steady her.
Then, I look down at the two of us, and I burst into roaring laughter. She watches me like I’ve lost my mind, and that makes me laugh harder.
“Pull it together, Doc,” she demands.
I bend over, shaking with laughter till I can’t breathe.
She steps back and plants a hand on her hip. “This isn’t funny,” she bites.
I bring my tear-filled eyes to her annoyed ones. She waits for me to finally catch my breath.
“I feel like a teenager, getting caught by his parents. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
Her expression softens, and she shakes her head. “Me neither.”
I walk over and kiss her forehead.
“I’ll call Myer. You head home and get ready. Come in as soon as you can. I’ll fumble my way through until you make it,” I say against her skin.
She fists my shirt back and sighs. Then, she pulls back and looks up at me. “You stink, Doc.”
That causes me to break down in laughter again as I lead her down the stairs and out to our trucks.
I slept in. I haven’t slept in, in years. Not once. The last thing I remember is pulling Bellamy into my arms and the sound of her breaths growing heavy and even. Then, nothing. No dreams. No waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Nothing until that bird sang me awake.
When I get my cell phone charged on the way into town, I have four missed calls from Myer. He is not amused when he answers my call back. He took time off from the ranch to run home and get Beau’s dog to bring him in for his shots, so Dallas