I awaken early, myvagina pulsing and achy from the night before. Sandman has an arm slung across my stomach, spooning me from behind, His hot and sticky cock pressing against my ass cheeks. He’s hard but there’s no way I can handle him again right now. I slip out from under him and smile as he snores. Holy shit does he snore. I was too out from exhaustion to notice as I slept.
I crawl off the edge of the bed unnoticed and tiptoe to the bathroom to handle my morning business and take a quick shower. Boo meows and whines for food as I kick her out of the bathroom. She can wait. I’m about to get into the shower when I hear, “What the fuck?” coming from my bedroom followed by Boo hissing.
I wrap a towel around my body and run into the bedroom to find Sandman and Boo in some type of staring contest.
“You guys good in here?”
“Your fucking cat is a psycho. She woke me up licking my ass.”
I cover my mouth and do my best not to laugh. “Boo!”
“Meow.” She rolls over and starts licking herself.
“I was about to take a shower but maybe I should feed her first.”
“You get on that. What time is it anyway?”
“Before seven. I have to work at the shop today but you’re free to hangout or whatever.”
“Nah, I don’t want to impose. Your damn cat might try to eat my ass if I stay.”
“I don’t know what got into her. I guess she was giving you a good morning kiss.”
He shoots me a dirty look and I lose it. I can’t hold back my laughter. I keep getting a mental picture of him just laying there sleeping and Boo sneak attacking him.
Sandman slides out of bed in his naked glory and I gotta say I can’t really blame Boo. The man isn’t only a snack he’s a whole ass meal. He stalks toward me, and I notice the tattoo on his bicep matches the cemetery painted on his motorcycle.
“You find that funny?”
I shake my head as he hooks an arm around my waist and slings me down on the bed, coming at me hard and fast, pushing my towel down, capping his mouth over one of my nipples. I instantly melt into him and forget all about being sore or having to work until Gram starts knocking on my door two hours later wanting to know why I didn’t open the shop.
Oops.
“Sorry, Gram. I overslept.” I try to keep her from peering inside my apartment and seeing my tattooed biker sitting at the kitchen counter drinking coffee. “I’ll be down in ten minutes.”
She gives me a sharp look but nods. I close the door and lean my back against it once I hear her going down the stairs. “I should get dressed,” I announce, saying the words more to myself.
“What’s your plans later?”
“Shit. I forgot to cancel with Logan. I’ll text him and let him know that I won’t be seeing him unless it’s to do with my trust.”
“Good answer.” His brows shoot up. “Your trust?”
“Yeah.” I nod my head. “I got a settlement from this accident that killed my mom when I was a kid.”
“Hate to hear that, babe.”
I shrug. “Is what it is. Happened a long time ago. I’ve made my peace with it. What about you? You close with your folks?”
He seems to freeze up momentarily like someone just walked over his grave. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Yeah.” I let him avoid the question for now. “What are you getting into today?”
“Probably get suckered into putting up decorations for this Halloween party the Ol’ Ladies are throwing next weekend.”
“That sounds kind of cool.”
“Want to go?”
“To the party at your clubhouse?”
“Yeah.”
“Am I allowed?”
“I’m asking, aren’t I?”
“Okay. I’ll go.”
“Good, Kitten?”
“What?”
“You Gram is waiting.”
“Shit.” I rush down the hall to finish getting dressed.