Novel Squares
Chapter 72
Azriel wasn’t there for dinner. I ate a late meal with Rosita. We cooked together and had barbequed chicken burgers and salads on the patio and we both floated around on tubes in the pool after dinner. Then I went up to bed early, exhausted physically and exhausted emotionally although I’d certainly slept a lot the night before.
I woke up to him climbing in bed with me in the dark. I didn’t know what time it was but he didn’t initiate s*x. He just curled up against me, wrapped his arms around me protectively, and kissed under my earlobe, and was snoring softly into my hair a few breaths later.
Azriel’s POV
I crawled in bed fully prepared to yank her night clothes off her and remind her of rule number 3 but the minute my nose caught a whiff of her hair and warm skin, which smelled like oats, honey, and vanilla, I nuzzled in and slept like a log beside her. The last few days had been long and painful. In the morning I’d be taking her out and trying to show her a change of scenery, maybe some romance.
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She’d be spending a lot of time alone at home for the next few weeks while I took care of some business that might mean even more security because I was probably going to have to show disrespect publicly to a scumbag that didn’t even deserve my time. Today I’d take her out for some fun and then broach the subject of our wedding with her. That’d keep her busy with my sisters.
I woke up first and found her with her head on my stomach. She was sleeping on her belly using my belly as a pillow, face toward my crotch. Her legs were hanging off the bed and she was flat out, sound asleep, hair fanned out across my torso.
I looked down and ran my fingers through her hair and then my thumb skimmed across her lower l*p. She sucked in my thumb and actually sucked on it, still asleep. She must’ve been a thumb sucker as a kid. The sensation went straight to my groin, which was already awake. I then swept my hand down her back and cupped her a*s.
She was wearing a tiny pair of lacy pale pink, almost flesh toned, shorts that were pretty well transparent and barely covered her cheeks and a matching lacy tank top that had ridden up and she looked edible, fuckable. If she was going to break my sleepwear rule and wear something like this I could probably overlook the infraction. She nuzzled into me and then as I reached my middle finger to stroke between her cheeks and downward, her legs magically parted. I smiled. The way she did that for me every morning so far hadn’t ceased amazing me. All I had to do was get anywhere near her p***y or her a*s while she slept and she would instantly spread wide for me while she was sound asleep.
I had a feeling that morning s*x would become as normal for me as my morning coffee. I never had women sleep at my place or even visit my place so I often found a partner to f**k somewhere in my travels, usually in the evenings in a motel, at the club (it had rooms), or their place and then went home alone. I’d always thought I’d preferred that but who knew that finding a woman in my bed when I climbed in at night and waking up to her spreading her legs for me every morning would be so f*****g amazing?
Claire’s POV
I woke up facing his massive e******n, pointing up in front of my line of vision. My head was on his tummy and he was tenderly caressing my head with one hand and had his other hand between my legs. I turned my head over and looked at him. He was lying on his back and looking down at me with the biggest, sexiest smile on his half asleep face. I smiled and rubbed my eyes, “Umm, Hi.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
“Mornin’, baby,” he said with a smirk, “All aboard?”
I blushed. He was gorgeous with a sleepy smile, a twinkle in his eyes, and a bit of bedhead and the way he looked at me made tingles work their way up my spine. He reached for me and then pulled me up by my underarms so I was straddling him. He pulled my shorts to the side with one hand, pulled his boxer briefs down with his other hand and connected us and wow. He said, “Unauthorized sleepwear again. I might have to punish you.”
Before I registered the words and let them scare me, I saw humor in his eyes so I smiled and ran my hands up his gorgeous chest and then had his jaw in my hands. I leaned over, about to k**s him, but then a big bang pierced the air. I thought it was firecrackers but the second I thought that my brain autocorrected it — not firecrackers, gunfire. In a flash I’d gone from being on top of him on the bed to being swung through the air in his strong arms and then on the floor beside the bed lying directly under him. Covering me with his body, he reached under the bed and upwards and then he had a gun in his hand.
I was about to gasp but his hand was over my mouth gently. He made a soundless shhh and motioned for me to get under the bed as he carefully rolled off me and then silently moved around, commando-style crawling, to the other side of the bed, closer to the door. I stayed put under the bed and tried hard not to hyperventilate. I could see that the area under the bed had another gun strapped up as well as a big a*s knife. Holy crap. When and how did my life become an action movie?
Amid my shock and fear about the commotion and about the fact that he now had a gun in his hand was the realization that he, as an initial reaction to the gunfire, had actually turtled over me to protect me. Wow.
As that was permeating, I heard the door open and saw his feet leave the room.
My heard thudded loudly in my chest. He was in nothing but underwear, holding a gun and I was under the bed, afraid for my life!
I heard a storm of gunfire and it sounded like it was right outside the door. I plugged my ears with my index fingers and squeezed my eyes shut tight. Then there was silence. Deafening silence. Then voices. But I couldn’t make out whose voices or what they said.