Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(73)
She’s asleep.
My palm slaps my forehead, and I sit on the window ledge, questioning my next move. Either I make do with an uncomfortable-as-fuck truck bench seat, or I curl up behind Blair and have the best sleep of my life.
The choice is obvious, and the payoff worth it, even if she gets mad in the morning.
My shoes fall to the floor with a thud, and I strip down to boxer briefs, then slide under the covers next to Blair. Fully asleep, she responds to the dip in the mattress by feeling around until she finds me. Shimmying until her ass is pressed against me, she grabs my arm and wraps it around her. Small whimpers of contentment fill the room. She’s in a tight tank top and shorts, and I hold a gentle caress of her breast, the sexy barbell pressing into my palm. My lips smooth over her bare, freckled shoulder, then I nuzzle my face into her thick hair and fall asleep faster and deeper than I’ve ever experienced.
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A loud knock on the door jolts me upright in bed, and I’m only more alarmed when a gruff voice comes from the other side.
“I made breakfast—come get it while it’s hot.” Blair’s dad clears his throat loudly in the way dads tend to do. “And, uh, there’s enough for Denny, so…”
Blair and I stare at each other in silence, listening to Frank’s footsteps carry down the hallway toward the kitchen. Then she starts silently laughing, holding a palm over her mouth.
We didn’t even have sex last night, and my truck is parked down the road…how did he?
“I forgot about the cameras.” Blair laughs under her breath, eyes squeezed tight in embarrassment. “We put up cameras outside the house, in case Mom wanders off. I didn’t think about that.”
“Thank God those didn’t exist when we were younger.” I mindlessly stroke her forearm.
“What are you doing here, anyway?”
“You were going to text me when I was clear to sneak in, and I waited outside for an embarrassingly long amount of time. I’m shocked nobody called the cops.”
“Crap. I’m sorry.” She winces. “Mom was in a mood, which put Dad in a mood. And I came in here to get some space, but I must’ve fallen asleep. I can’t believe I forgot to text you.”
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.” I press a kiss to her lips and haul myself from the warmth of her bed to get dressed. Austin might kill me, considering it’s well past daybreak and I should’ve started work hours ago.
“Yet you snuck in here and slept in my bed anyway?”
“You looked awfully lonely in this big bed all by yourself. Anyway, you left the window open, which is basically an invitation.”
“That sounds…slut-shamey.”
“Jeeeeesus. Not what I meant.” I buckle my belt, watching her search for an outfit in a closet that looks like a bomb went off. Organized chaos is how she used to refer to the way everything in her life is messy, yet she knows exactly where to find the specific item she needs among the disaster.
And when her hands find their way to the hem of her pajama top, I can’t help but step in to help. My fingers skimming down her arms to mingle with hers, she doesn’t stop me from grabbing the shirt and tugging it off in one swift movement. Her breasts bounce slightly when her arms fall back to her sides, and my cock’s pressing against the inside of my jeans already.
“Fuck. I can’t get over your goddamn tits.”
“Mmm.” She contemplates aloud as she cups them in her hands, staring down at her own chest. There’s no way she doesn’t know that holding her tits together like this has me envisioning cumming all over her chest. “I’m sure you’re used to way bigger. But I mean, at least when they’re this small, there’s less opportunity for sagging. So that’s a nice thing as I get older, I guess. Like, these aren’t even a good handful.”
She stretches her hand wide and palms her left breast. I don’t even know why I bothered putting my pants on this morning. There’s no way I’m not sucking on those nipples while I’m fucking her thirty seconds from now.
“They’re a great mouthful, though.” I lean in and kiss her bare chest, pulling a nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it.
She moans softly, letting go of herself to run her fingers through my hair while I kiss and suck and lick her skin. I gently pinch the barbell between my teeth, and she clamps a hand over her mouth. Then I make my way across her chest, sucking at her, leaving small red marks over every freckle. After a few seconds of making sure her other nipple doesn’t feel unloved, I smile up at her.
“Baby, they’re perfect.” I kiss her, inching our bodies toward the bed. “Everything about you is.”
I slip my hand into her pajama shorts, and her hips buck when I press my middle finger against her clit. Falling onto the bed with me, she bites at my bottom lip.
“Denver.” Our lips smack together. “We. Really. Need. To. Start. The. Day.” Every word punctuated by a kiss, a moan, or a combination of the two. My fingers circle her clit, my cock begs to be inside her, and then her dad pounds on the door again.
“Breakfast is getting cold,” Frank shouts through the door.
“Goddamn it, Frank,” I whisper against Blair’s mouth, eliciting a small snort of laughter from her. I pull my hand from her shorts, capturing her lips with mine one last time.