of thin fabric…
Her gaze went lower, and she sat back on her ass abruptly enough to make her teeth click in a painful way.
The man was huge. Like ‘Doctor, I think he broke my vagina’ huge. His aroused member strained against his pants, the head a distinct mushroom-shaped bump that had her yearning to give it a stroke. Then she reminded herself that a) she didn’t molest passed out people and b) Tren couldn’t be in that much medical distress if he had a hard-on of that healthy size going on. Then again, maybe it took so much blood to fill that beast that he’d passed out due to lack of circulation to his brain.
Realizing she was still staring at his crotch, she forced her eyes away to her cell phone.
Should she call 911? He didn’t appear to be in any kind of distress, his breathing regular, and he wasn’t thrashing about. If anything, he looked almost…peaceful.
A buzzing came from the intercom that connected with her front door security pad.
Stumbling to her feet, she shuffled over to the wall, her gaze still on a passed out Tren. She’d noticed earlier that he looked tired, but now, even in his sleep, exhaustion painted every line of his scarred face. He gave a light snore, and she froze, then blinked as he did it again, clearly snoring softly in his sleep. The tension in his face had smoothed out and he seemed completely at peace.
He’d fallen asleep in the middle of kissing her?
During one of the most erotic, exciting moments of her life, he’d been so unmoved he’d fallen asleep.
Wow, that did not help out in the self-confidence department.
The buzzer rang again and when she answered it she snapped, “What?”
There was a moment of silence, then a hesitant but deep male voice. “Forgive me, Matri—um, ma’am. My name is Cormac Altin and I am here to retrieve, I mean pick up my friend Trenzent.”
Pressing the button to respond, she shook her head, trying to make sense of what a weird place her life had suddenly become. One minute she was home alone trying to eat away her sorrow over Tren standing her up by inhaling ice cream, the next he was passed out on her floor after making her dry hump him like a horny poodle. He shifted a bit in his sleep, the shirt he wore pulling up on its side as he stretched an arm overhead. The smooth, glorious expanse of tanned skin that was exposed gave her the burning desire to lick him all over. She bet he tasted delicious, every delicious inch. An intense fantasy of raking her hands down his abs while she took him in her mouth caught her by surprise and she tried to scold herself for being a pervert and look away.
That lasted all of about a second and her gaze went right back to that sliver of skin.
Sexy.
From what she could see, his stomach was bare of hair, and she wondered if he had a happy trail that was still hidden by the smooth cloth.
And damn, he smelled amazing.
“Ms. Grant?”
It almost hurt to look away from Tren, but she did and rubbed her hand over her mouth, wondering if her lips were as swollen as they felt. “Yes, sorry. You’re here to pick up Tren?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because he just passed out, and I don’t know what to do with him.”
“He passed out?”
“Yeah. I’m buzzing you in.”
She swore it was less than five seconds before Tren’s ride was knocking on her door. When she opened it and revealed a very tall, very big man with long brown and blond streaked hair she blinked. Cut cheekbones, a narrow jaw, and lovely almond-shaped hazel eyes all came together to form a very attractive package. He wore a faded Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans that clung to his thick thighs.
When she looked back up from her head to toe perusal, she found him staring into her small apartment, Tren’s bulk clearly out of place on the floor by her couches.
“Come in,” she said quickly and moved out of the way, closing the door behind him. “We were just...um...talking, and he...well he went to sleep. Is he on
Her gaze went lower, and she sat back on her ass abruptly enough to make her teeth click in a painful way.
The man was huge. Like ‘Doctor, I think he broke my vagina’ huge. His aroused member strained against his pants, the head a distinct mushroom-shaped bump that had her yearning to give it a stroke. Then she reminded herself that a) she didn’t molest passed out people and b) Tren couldn’t be in that much medical distress if he had a hard-on of that healthy size going on. Then again, maybe it took so much blood to fill that beast that he’d passed out due to lack of circulation to his brain.
Realizing she was still staring at his crotch, she forced her eyes away to her cell phone.
Should she call 911? He didn’t appear to be in any kind of distress, his breathing regular, and he wasn’t thrashing about. If anything, he looked almost…peaceful.
A buzzing came from the intercom that connected with her front door security pad.
Stumbling to her feet, she shuffled over to the wall, her gaze still on a passed out Tren. She’d noticed earlier that he looked tired, but now, even in his sleep, exhaustion painted every line of his scarred face. He gave a light snore, and she froze, then blinked as he did it again, clearly snoring softly in his sleep. The tension in his face had smoothed out and he seemed completely at peace.
He’d fallen asleep in the middle of kissing her?
During one of the most erotic, exciting moments of her life, he’d been so unmoved he’d fallen asleep.
Wow, that did not help out in the self-confidence department.
The buzzer rang again and when she answered it she snapped, “What?”
There was a moment of silence, then a hesitant but deep male voice. “Forgive me, Matri—um, ma’am. My name is Cormac Altin and I am here to retrieve, I mean pick up my friend Trenzent.”
Pressing the button to respond, she shook her head, trying to make sense of what a weird place her life had suddenly become. One minute she was home alone trying to eat away her sorrow over Tren standing her up by inhaling ice cream, the next he was passed out on her floor after making her dry hump him like a horny poodle. He shifted a bit in his sleep, the shirt he wore pulling up on its side as he stretched an arm overhead. The smooth, glorious expanse of tanned skin that was exposed gave her the burning desire to lick him all over. She bet he tasted delicious, every delicious inch. An intense fantasy of raking her hands down his abs while she took him in her mouth caught her by surprise and she tried to scold herself for being a pervert and look away.
That lasted all of about a second and her gaze went right back to that sliver of skin.
Sexy.
From what she could see, his stomach was bare of hair, and she wondered if he had a happy trail that was still hidden by the smooth cloth.
And damn, he smelled amazing.
“Ms. Grant?”
It almost hurt to look away from Tren, but she did and rubbed her hand over her mouth, wondering if her lips were as swollen as they felt. “Yes, sorry. You’re here to pick up Tren?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because he just passed out, and I don’t know what to do with him.”
“He passed out?”
“Yeah. I’m buzzing you in.”
She swore it was less than five seconds before Tren’s ride was knocking on her door. When she opened it and revealed a very tall, very big man with long brown and blond streaked hair she blinked. Cut cheekbones, a narrow jaw, and lovely almond-shaped hazel eyes all came together to form a very attractive package. He wore a faded Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans that clung to his thick thighs.
When she looked back up from her head to toe perusal, she found him staring into her small apartment, Tren’s bulk clearly out of place on the floor by her couches.
“Come in,” she said quickly and moved out of the way, closing the door behind him. “We were just...um...talking, and he...well he went to sleep. Is he on
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