Chapter 75
A blinding orange and red light were shining straight into my eyes. The light was turning the insides of my eyelids red. I reached out trying to pati tha blankets over my face but I couldn’t pull them high enough. I cursed myself for not closing my curtains and turned over to hide my face in the pillow
My attempt to roll over failed when I felt something holding me in place. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. Failed again. I rubbed my face and blinked a few times. What the hell was happening? The room I was in started to appear a lot more clearer now. Fuck this wasn’t my room. Fuck Fast!
I looked around to the familiar walls and curtains. I knew I had been in here before. There was a sheet around my chest with an arm over it. I followed the arm and as I turned, I found a sleeping Blake next to me. His hair was messy and he was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful.
Wait, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I looked at myself and I was wearing a big white t–shirt. I could feel my panties on my butt as well but the rest of my body could only feel the sheets I was in. I looked around trying to look for my clothes. Panic washed over me and I tried to remember what happened and how I ended up here.
“You threw up all over your clothes.” Blake’s sleepy voice filled my ears. He rolled over and I was freed from his hold.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
“We didn’t…? Did we?” I asked slowly.
“Baby, I told you, we won’t until you are ready. You were very drunk. When we got home, you threw go in the carpark and I carried you up. Taylor, in her drunken state, helped me change you before Rocky carried her back to her place. You girls are such lightweights. Why do you drink like that when you can’t handle it?” He had his eyes closed and was now laying flat on his back with his arms over his head.
The sheets had moved and were covering his hips and below, leaving his upper torso on full display. All his muscles were stretched out and I was staring at how defined his chest was. As I scanned my way up, I noticed his tattoo. There was something different.
“Blake, didn’t you only have 1 howling wolf?” I asked leaning over to see properly.
“Hmmm” was his reply.
So I shook him.
“BLAKE!” I said loudly. “Why are there 2 howling wolves on your tattoo? I thought there was only one”
He flipped over quickly and flipped me back pinning me to the bed, hovering over me.
“You look beautiful.” He said gently, completely erasing my thoughts. His hands were holding my wrists over my head. He slowly let my wrists go and his hands traced a line down my arms. I pressed my legs together.
“You were so funny when your drunk. You love to pull on my clothes. You know all you have to do is ask and I’m happy to take my clothes off for you anytime. As long as you promise to take yours off too” His hands travelled down my sides and down to my hips, he gently squeezed and I remembered our make–out session in the file room. He had a big smirk on his face.
“What else did I do?” I was breathless. My voice came out in more of a whisper.
“Well, you rolled over and cuddled into me saying “you’re my big squishy teddy bear. I love you” before rubbing your ass on my dick and falling asleep” his eyes never left mine, He was watching me and I knew my eyes were wide. Did I say that?
“Nice panties by the way. You were testing all my limits last night Rosy.‘ I thank the Lord for giving me the power and strength to lay next to you and not rip those panties off” he laughed. I didn’t know what to say. I just lay there staring at him. Dear lord why why why?!
“You fit so well in my arms though. It was like you were made to be in them. I love waking up to you. I wish you could spend more nights next to me. At least I’ll get more sleep” his laugh died and was replaced with a big smile. He leaned his head forward, touching the tip of my nose with his.
