One more slam down at the same time I thrust inside her, burying myself deep, keeping her there, and I come. A low growl escapes my throat as my balls empty inside her. She collapses against my chest, nuzzling my neck when she does.
Wrapping my arms around her, I close my eyes at the feel of her tits against my chest as her lips glide against my throat. “Did you come, baby?” I ask.
She laughs, though the move causes my cock to slip from inside her. She moans at the loss, then pushes up slightly, her eyes searching mine. “You know I did, Gunnar.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “I sure as fuck do. Best I’ve ever had, Lainey-Rose.”
LAINEY
Exhausted, we clean up, then Gunnar wraps his arms around me before he pulls me against his side and promptly passes out. I almost laugh, and my eyes are heavy as I blink, but nothing happens.
I don’t sleep.
I can’t.
All I can do is think about Gunnar’s father. No wonder he didn’t want to even look at me sideways, let alone admit that hewanted me. Now he at least confesses it, but only because it’s too late, and even if we’re found out, it wouldn’t matter.
I’m engaged to Paul. Even if I don’t want to be, even if I’m regretting the decision. It’s one I will be living with for the rest of my life. But at least I had this, I had this moment, this time with him.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Not right now, anyway. But that doesn’t stop my mind from spinning in a million different directions. I think about calling my brother and talking to him about Gunnar and his father, about his past, but ultimately decide against it.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I look up at the ceiling. Thinking about all the things he said and how he must have felt as a teenager watching his father die in front of him. Knowing the Vicious Reapers, it wasn’t a painless or swift death, either, especially since he did what he did to the president’s wife and daughter.
“If you don’t fall asleep, I’m going to have to fuck you again, and I’m tired,” he mumbles against my shoulder.
Laughing softly, I close my eyes, hoping that if I keep them closed, I’ll eventually fall asleep. I’m not sure if it works, but I force my breathing to come out in smooth, shallow breaths as part of my further attempts to sleep.
A million things play on a loop inside my head, most of them about not only what Gunnar said but also tonight and how amazing it felt. I can’t believe we finally had sex. His mouth was between my legs, and he was inside me.
He kissed me. Long, hard, deep, and wet. It was better than I could have ever imagined.
I’m not sure how long I sleep, but I’m startled awake by a noise. My eyes open, but I keep my lips snapped closed, waiting for the noise to sound again so I can figure out what it is. Icontinue to breathe shallow breaths, waiting for whatever made that noise to make it again.
Then I hear it again. Dishes. Sitting straight up, I look from side to side and realize I’m alone. I’m also still naked. Reaching for the sheet, I pull it up my body to cover my breasts. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I shift my gaze over to the small clock on my nightstand.
Ten in the morning.
Wow.
I guess I did sleep.
I’m not sure what to do. I don’t think I want to get dressed. I might just spend the day lazing around in bed. I can’t remember the last time I did anything like that. I’m always on the go, always busy.
I hear another noise, and then I see him standing in my bedroom doorway. I don’t know how he moves so quietly through my house, especially given his massive size. He’s got a mug in his hand and a smile on his face, but that’s not really what I’m focusing on.
He’s shirtless.
I’ve never cared about people’s outside appearance. All I’ve ever cared about is who the person is on the inside. But Gunnar makes me question all of that. Because the way he looks seriously does something to me.
“Coffee?” he asks.
Pushing up to sitting, I lean against the headboard as he moves toward me. He stops when he reaches the side of the bed, right next to me, and slowly sinks down. I watch as he places the coffee on my nightstand, then turns to look at me.
“Gunnar?” I ask.
“The sign can stay on the door one more day. Have a coffee in bed.”
“What happens now?” I ask.