Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My eyes popped open, and I yelped when I saw the water dripping from the ceiling directly onto my bed. “Oh, crap. No, no, no.”
In an effort to get away from the leak, I bumped into the wall. It must have been enough to wake Clay because he called my name and came running into my room. “Marleigh?”
“I’m okay.” Sort of, at least.
All it took was a quick glance for him to take in what had happened. Rushing toward me, he muttered, “Shit, baby. Be careful. There’s no telling how much damage the leak has done to the ceiling.”
“I know.” That was all I got out before he swept me into his arms and carried me into Wrenley’s room. When he set me on the mattress, I scrambled to my knees and finally noticed something that would have been super obvious if I hadn’t been staring at the ceiling when he came into my room. “You’re…um…naked.”
“Shit, yeah, sorry.” He grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the end of the bed and slipped them on. “It’s a good thing I had these from staying at Jordan’s place because I sleep nude.”
My brain couldn’t process what he was saying. It was too focused on the fact that he’d been completely naked while cradling me against his chest. If I hadn’t twined my arms around his neck, I might have touched his dick. Without anything between us.
“I need to get a bowl or bucket to catch the leak,” I blurted. And while I was at it, I should also splash some cold water on my face to help me cool down before I did something reckless.
“Stay where you are and get comfortable,” he ordered. “I’ll take care of it.”
While he went to grab a bucket from under the kitchen sink, I crawled off the mattress. I put on another set of sleep shorts and a matching tank, so I didn’t need to change into dry clothes. But I didn’t feel right taking his bed. Where he’d recently been. Completely naked.
Figuring that I’d just bunk on the couch, I was heading out into the hallway to grab some pillows and a blanket when he came out of my room and speared me with a look. “What’re you doing, baby? I told you that I’ve got this. You need sleep. Go back to bed.”
“I know, but I just need to grab a couple of pillows so I’ll be comfortable on the couch.”
His unhappy look turned into a glare at my admission. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he shook his head as a muscle jumped in his jaw. “No way in hell are you going to sleep on the couch. This is your place. I’m not putting you out of the only available bed.”
My gaze swept down his tall body, lingering on the bulge in his pajama bottoms. The one that I’d be able to see without the soft cotton blocking my view if I hadn’t mentioned that he was naked earlier. I wasn’t sure if I should kick my own butt or pat myself on the back for that one. Instead of mentally debating it, I murmured, “The couch is way too small for you.”
He jerked his chin toward the bed I’d just left. “There’s plenty of room for us both.”
I looked over my shoulder, trying to figure out if I should argue with his suggestion. Before I could choose, Clay made the decision for me. Nudging me toward the side of the bed farthest away from the door, he grumbled, “You’re still dead on your feet, baby. Get some sleep. We can figure it all out in the morning after you’ve gotten some rest.”
With the adrenaline draining from my system, my exhaustion pulled at me again. So I climbed onto the mattress and curled up around a pillow that smelled like Clay. The morning would come soon enough, and he was right…we could decide on our sleeping arrangements going forward then.
9
Clay
The painful aching of my cock woke me up out of the soundest sleep I’d had in…I wasn’t sure I’d ever slept that well. But the reason I was pulled from my slumber was currently draped over my body like a warm, sexy as fuck blanket.
I’d tried to sleep in the pajama pants, but at some point in the night, I must have taken them off because I was completely naked underneath her.
Marleigh’s cheek rested just below my collarbone, her amazing tits pillowed against my chest, and her pussy—fuck, fuck fuck—was literally wrapped around my cock. Her folds had parted, and my shaft was resting between them. Somehow, probably when she scooted on top of me, her sleep shorts had moved to the side, exposing her center.
“Mmm,” Marleigh let out a barely audible moan as her hips rocked into me. No fucking wonder I’d been dragged out of sleep. “Clay,” she whispered.