Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,20
is kind of my bed, and you don’t snore quite as loudly as Carter,” I say, and she nods, the tiniest of frowns plucking at the corner of her mouth.
Fuck, that didn’t come out right. I need to explain this better, and be careful not to tell her I wanted to stay in her bed, mainly because I wanted to wake up with her, and that’s never happened to me before. This is just a damn fling. I’m her bodyguard, so to speak. But I don’t want her to think she was just a body, a goddamn sperm bank. I know what it’s like to feel like a slab of meat and nothing else, and it’s just shitty.
“Haven,” I say and touch her chin. “I also stayed because you were scared, and I’m your boyfriend, remember?”
She gives a small nod, and even though she doesn’t look convinced—I have no reason to lie about that—she says, “Now you can go to the gym and not worry about having a big boner.”
I eye her for a minute, and get she wants to move on to a new topic, so I chuckle with her. “Every time I think of this, I’m going to get hard. Now get over here, so I can get my mouth on you.”
She glances at the clock. “Can’t actually. I have to be on the set bright and early.”
I shake my head and try to wrap my brain around what just happen. “Seriously, you just woke up, decided to give me a blow job, and expect nothing in return?”
She plucks at the linen, and puckers those lush lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t say that.”
“Good, because I want my mouth on you. Now get over here and don’t make me ask again.”
“You are so bossy.” She chuckles and shimmies off the bed. “I honestly have to go, but I’m going to take a raincheck.”
“You can’t be serious, Haven. Fuck.”
“What?”
“I can’t just let you give me a blowjob and leave. I’m not that guy.”
She glances down, her brows knitted together. Jesus Christ, I hate every guy whose come before me, every guy who was okay with taking and not giving. That stops now.
“Get your ass over here.”
“I really can’t, Ty. If I’m late…” She tugs on a robe and gathers up some clothes. “I showered before bed, but I…I definitely have to shower again. Do you think it’s okay? Will a shower be interfering with anyone’s schedule?”
“Yeah, mine, because I want my mouth between your legs.”
Her body quakes. Yeah, she wants it too, and she needs to learn that sex with me is give and take. “I really have to go.”
“No, you really have to come.” I climb from the bed and tug on my jeans. I open the bedroom door and wave my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“The lock on the bathroom door is a bit tricky. At this time of the morning, they’ll barge in without thinking.”
“I noticed last night it was wobbly.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “A house full of guys, construction workers at that, and not one of you can fix the lock.”
“Not much need to. Like you said, a house full of guys, but I’ll fix it for you tonight. Right now, I’ll give you a lesson on how to make sure the lock stays in place.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
She steps from the room, the sweet scent of her hair tickling my nose, and arousing all my senses. I follow her down the hall and step inside the bathroom with her. I shut the door, and put my hand on the lock.
“Tug the door like this, and then slide the bolt across. It will keep it from unhinging. Try it,” I say and back up. As she plays with the lock, I reach into the shower and turn it on.
She turns back to me. “I think I got…” She blinks as I tear my jeans off and check the water temperature. She points a finger at my body. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“You asked for a rain check, but it’s not supposed to rain for a few days,” I say. I put my hand under the warm spray. “This is a good substitute, don’t you think?”
She shakes her head. “We can’t—”
“Yes, we can, and we’re going to.”
She jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “What about your family?”
“I’m a grown man. You’re a grown woman. But yeah, I really need to get my own place.” Honestly, I never had a reason to before. If she’s going to