"Declan—" she starts, but it dissolves into a soft gasp when I settle between her thighs and look.
Christ.The sight of her pussy like this… Now swollen and pink and dripping, my cum leaking out of her, white against the flush of her.
"That," I murmur, dragging my thumb through the mess and pushing it back inside her, "is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
She whimpers, hips twitching. "You're feral."
"And you fucking love it." I press another kiss to her inner thigh. "Always."
I move back up the bed, shift until her back is against my chest and my arm is around her waist. I press a kiss to the back of her neck and feel her smile against my arm as we slowly drift off to sleep.
"For the record," she murmurs sleepily, "you'redefinitelykeeping that dog."
I don't even argue.
I just hold her tighter, and let myself fall asleep wanting something, for the first time in my life, purely forme.
I wake up hard.
Which isn't surprising, considering the soft, bare ass currently nestled against my cock, and the warm weight of Josie Whitfield draped across me like she belongs here.
Which, after last night, she absolutely does.
We didn't sleep much.
After the first time, slow and deep anddifferentin a way I'm still not ready to examine, she'd dozed off against my chest. Then I woke her up around two with my mouth between her thighs, and she returned the favor in a way that nearly stopped my heart. And then somewhere near dawn, half-asleep and desperate, I'd rolled her under me one more time.
Three times. In one night. With the same woman.
I haven't done that since I was nineteen.
I press a kiss to the back of her neck, breathing her in, content to lie here, but then I catch sight of my phone on the nightstand.
8:42.
"Shit." My alarm. The one I set for six. The one that was supposed to get her up, dressed, and out the door before anyone noticed. "Shit, shit—"
Josie stirs. "What's wrong?"
"We overslept. You were supposed to be out of here before—"
The bedroom door bangs open.
"DEC, get up, we're gonna be late, Coach is gonna kill—OH MY GOD."
Beck freezes in the doorway, eyes going comically wide as they ricochet between me, the woman in my arms, and the very obviousnakedsituation under the duvet.
Josie yelps and yanks the blanket up to her chin.
And Biscuit is back on the bed. Of course he is. The fucking dog lifts his head, gives Beck a lazy tail wag, and goes right back to sleep.
"Beck." I growl, glaring across my bedroom. "Get out."
But his grin is already spreading like an oil spill.
"Well, well,well.And here I thought you were just grumpy because you weren't getting any. Turns out our captain's been getting plenty." He leans against the doorframe, settling in for the long haul. "Hey Josie. How do you take your coffee?"
"Out."