just above the triangle of my sex, an oddly possessive gesture I reveled in for a long second. "I'm already pretty relaxed," I added.
Another sexy chuckle moved through him at that. "I'm crashing here tonight," he informed me, making no room for argument.
"Well, it is your bed," I agreed.
"Less about the bed, more about the company," he told me. Those words were hardly a sonnet, but they made my heart feel like it tripped in my chest, falling and skittering around.
And, oh, I knew that feeling far too well.
It was dangerous.
It never seemed to lead anywhere good.
And I knew the chances of it leading anywhere at all with Huck were slim to none, but I couldn't seem to talk any sense into myself as he shifted down on the bed, pulling me onto his chest, his arm draping possessively around me.
I should have shifted away, moved to the far end of the bed, waited for him to fall asleep, then gotten up, moved away. Away from him, away from my growing feelings, just away. Because I knew what was in store for me if I stayed.
Feelings.
Then heartache when it all fell apart.
"Learning to ride tomorrow," Huck told me, voice rough with the sleep that was gaining on him.
"Yes," I agreed, smiling.
It was useless to fight it.
I knew me.
My heart was going to get involved whether I liked it or not. And each time he gave me that smile, laughed at something I said, when he said my name, when he looked my way, when he touched my body, when he spent his time with me, it was all just going to compound the issue.
Until I was in too deep to turn back.
But, I reminded myself, those were problems for another day.
Right now, I had this gorgeous, sexy, interesting, powerful, dangerous, and attentive man in bed with me. I had his strong arm wrapped possessively around me. I had his steady heartbeat beneath my ear.
And it felt good.
He felt good.
I wasn't going to ruin the present moment by worrying about a potential future one that didn't' feel so good.
Of course, in that moment, I had no idea just how bad things could get in just forty-eight short hours.
So I slept deeply and soundly in the arms of a man I was beginning to really like, blissfully unaware of what was to come.
Chapter Eleven
Huck
So, she wasn't the most elegant of riders.
I was glad I'd decided to teach her on one of the pieces of crap we had stored in the shed, because the first time she revved the engine, she panicked and the bike flew forward without her on it.
It took four more tumbles before she finally got brave enough to handle the thing, doing quick little surges forward then letting out shrieking noises and braking hard.
"Is she getting worse?" McCoy asked, moving in at my side as Harmon took a few slow, deep breaths before dropping her ass onto the seat again.
"She just might be," I admitted, wincing when she accelerated so hard she almost fell off the bike. "I know why you're here," I added, leaning back against the wall of the house. "And it's none of your business."
"Not saying it is," McCoy said, leaning next to me.
"Then what are you here to say?"
"That I don't care who you fuck, date, or give a ring to. But you need to keep your head in the game," he told me, shrugging. "I've heard from Arty five times since yesterday morning because he couldn't get in touch with you."
"Careful," I said, not liking his insinuation, even if he was right; I was getting distracted.
I thought that once I fucked her, I would get her out of my system. That was usually how it worked for me.
I'd woken up alone, feeling disoriented for a second, the mostly-unconscious part of me thinking it was just a good dream. But then my eyes moved around, finding her computer set up at the side of the room, her shoes scattered on the floor behind the door.
Not a dream.
And my first thought after that was one I was still trying to come to terms with.
Thank fuck.
I'd gotten up, taken a shower, finding it overtaken with girl shit. Her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and shaving cream. There was even one of those fucking stone things chicks use on their feet up on the side.
And, what's more, I didn't hate seeing all of it there.
I didn't even mind the cluttered counter next to the sink as I brushed my