because my cock is clearly not used to having a warm body to wake up to, but Harley took forever to get to sleep last night.
He didn’t want sex, but he clung to me all night like he couldn’t let go. As if my presence reminded him that he’s safe. I rubbed his back and held him tight until he finally drifted off. It would be mean to wake him now.
I want to do something for him though—create a distraction.
I don’t want him to have to worry about the stupid letter or Billy Webber and his delusions.
Slipping out of bed carefully so I don’t wake him, I slink out of his bedroom and text Jamie.
I’m gonna need you to pick something up for Harley.
What? she replies.
I send her my list, and she replies with the confused-looking emoji.
For Harley, I text.
It takes about an hour for her to get all the things I need and to come to the house, and I’m thankful Harley stays asleep the whole time.
When Jamie dumps all the stuff on the floor in the living room, she looks at me as if she’s awaiting an explanation.
I take one of the Nerf guns out of the packaging and shoot a foam bullet at her. It hits her square in the chest and falls to the floor.
She looks unimpressed.
“It’s fun. He needs that right now.”
She cracks a smile. “I like you for him.”
I shoot her again. “Thanks.”
“Quit it.”
“Are you gonna join us?” I pick up another gun and hold it out to her.
She doesn’t hesitate. “Heck yes.”
I arm myself with another gun and shove ammunition into my pockets.
“You’re really sweet for doing this for him.”
“Harley never gets to goof off. I figure I should give him that while I’m still working for him.”
She tilts her head. “You’re planning on leaving?”
She knows Harley and I are in more than a professional relationship, but we haven’t really decided what we are. I don’t think I have the right to get into it with his assistant when we don’t know ourselves.
“My contract still has a while left. After that, it’s up to Harley. Unless this Webber guy does something drastic, there isn’t really a need for me.”
I want to stay on longer than my initial six-month contract, but that’s not up to me.
“Ready to gang up on Harley?” I ask.
“I thought you said this was supposed to be fun for him?”
“Did I say for him or fun in general? I’ll be right back, and we can pick our vantage points.”
I run upstairs and lay an arsenal of plastic guns for Harley to arm himself with on my side of the bed. Knowing Harley has pen and paper stashed everywhere, I find some in his bedside drawer and write:
These are the type of guns I’m comfortable with you using. Choose wisely and come find me when you wake up.
I draw a winky face at the bottom.
All my moving around the room makes him stir, so I don’t think we’ll be waiting long for him to come find us.
I sneak back out and am immediately hit in the shoulder with a foam bullet. But it’s not from Harley.
Jamie stands at the end of the hall, and she gives me a quick salute before ducking around the corner.
Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, is it?
Even though it will give both of them the advantage of shooting at me from above, I run down the stairs and hide behind one of the couches in the formal sitting room Harley never uses. There’re a lot of rooms in this place that don’t get used.
The creaking of Harley’s door echoes off the high ceilings.
I risk a peek around the side of the couch.
Harley stands at the banister in just his boxer shorts.
I’m almost disappointed that he chose the toy crossbow. Looks cool, yeah, but he’s going to be slaught—
Jamie hits him from his left but disappears before Harley can register it.
“Brix?” he asks with a confused croak in his voice.
I aim my gun for him and take my shot.
Bam, right on his nipple. Totally a happy fluke. I was aiming for his head.
“What the fuck?” Harley glances around the room, no doubt wondering where the bullets are coming from.
When he turns to go down the hall, I crawl toward the foot of the stairs.
I stand and shoot him in the back and then duck behind the wall next to the glass doors that open to the backyard.