Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,110
room. When her eyes hit the bathroom door she blurts out, “I need to pee, but I can’t move, but I don’t want to pee myself.”
Fuck, keeping a straight face is almost impossible, but I don’t want to piss her off or get stabbed for laughing at her while she’s this… vulnerable. “It’s okay, Mounty. I’ll help you over to the bathroom.”
I hoist her up into my arms and laugh at the way she kind of flails about before she gets comfortable, her arms looping around my neck. Her mouth starts running about how much ice cream Avery has been feeding her, and I have to shut that shit down fast. She weighs practically nothing, and I’m all for the extra roundness her ass has these days.
“Calm down, there’s no way I’m dropping you. I’ll get you on the toilet.”
The gasp out of her is hilarious. “You are not watching me pee, Morrison. Nope. That’s—nope.”
I scoff at her, gently lowering her to the floor in the bathroom. There’s nothing for her to hold onto, but she frowns at me when I try to help her out.
“I can shut my eyes if you’re that worried, Star.”
The nickname slips out but she doesn’t notice it yet.
She pouts. “There’s absolutely no fucking way, Morrison.”
I leave her to it, laughing at her talking to herself and then when I hear the flush and the scuffing sounds of her hobbling around again, I step back in.
“Oh. He’s still here.”
I chuckle and brace her hips as she washes her hands. “I’m not going anywhere, Star. You’re stuck with me now.”
Her leg starts to wobble again, and I lift her up a little to get her weight off of it.
“What the hell does that even mean? I’ve ruined everything.”
This again. I could fucking kill Arbour for how he reacted this morning, the dick. I try not to sound pissed though, I don’t think she could take it with the way her mouth is running right now. “You haven’t, Star. Look, we all agreed to share you. That means you’re not getting away from us that easy. Whatever it takes, we’re keeping you.”
I see her brain melt a little more, and I swing her back up into my arms, walking back over to the bed and sitting down with her in my lap. She hums happily under her breath, wriggling and rocking her hips until I grab them to steady her.
The dopey, loved-up grin on her face is adorable. Fuck, I never thought I’d be calling the Mounty adorable but here we are. She starts stroking my chest, and I’m struggling not to get hard at the grinding she’s absently doing on my dick.
I’m not a total asshole; I’m not going to fuck her while she’s high like this, but fuck is she tempting.
I try to distract myself by recording her and sending it to Harley, a little payback for his fuck up this morning, but she’s too fucking hot. The rocking has me as hard as stone underneath that ass of hers.
“If both of his hands are on my hips then that hand must belong to me.”
I try not to burst out laughing at her. “Yes, that’s your hand.”
Her eyes widen, and I see the hazy sort of panic take over her. Fuck, after everything we’ve said to her for the last two years no wonder she’s freaked out about touching me.
Fuck, I want her touching me.
I lean forward to whisper against her lips, “You can touch me wherever you want, little Star.”
I swear I see her brain break.
I’m about to just say fuck it and spread her out on the sheets, strip her naked, and taste every fucking inch of her skin when the door flings open and Harley storms into the room. Great.
He’s pissed the fuck off like always.
“Morrison, if I find out you’ve laid a single fucking finger on her while she’s been high, I’ll gut you.”
Avery arrives back to the room five minutes after Harley, takes one look at Lips, and then coaxes her back into bed to attempt to sleep off some of the painkillers. Even as high as she is Lips listens to her best friend, lying down obediently and slipping into unconsciousness within seconds.
Harley stomps into the bathroom to take a shower, mostly to clear his head because the asshole really did think I was up here coercing our girl into something while she was off her face on painkillers.