Page 55 of Burning Ember

Her gray tank top has ridden up and reveals her flat stomach. She has a tiny innie belly button and freckled skin. A sheet covers the lower half of her, but it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra as her nipples pebble against the cotton covering them.

I’m taken back to my office and to how her nipples hardened for me when I brushed my fingers over them.

Heat floods my limbs. A mixture of lust and anger.

Any of my brothers could have walked in to see her like this. Guaran-fucking-teed, they wouldn’t have walked away without touching her.

Directing my anger on the only thing I can, I kick the bed. Hard. She stirs again but doesn’t wake. I don’t relent though. I lean over and push on the mattress until it jars her awake, or at least until her eyes flicker open.

“Luce?” she asks on a breathy whisper. “What are you doin’ in here?”

I think she’s still half-asleep because her eyes are half closed. “Sorry to disappoint, Doll, but I’m not whoever that is.”

Her eyes blink a few times and she hurries to pull up the sheet. “What time is it?”

I cross my arms and stare down at her. “Nine o’clock.”

She just looks up at me vacantly.

“You got people waitin’ to be fed and jobs to do. You’re not on a fuckin’ vacation, Doll. Get up.”

“Okay. Let me just change and I’ll be down in a minute.”

Her voice is breathy, and from the reaction stirring in my body, you’d think she’d just breathed a hot breath directly over the head of my cock.

Fuck. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something stupid.

I turn and take a few steps toward the door. When I look back, her eyes are closed like she’s going to fall back asleep.

“Doll, I’m not gonna tell you again. Get the fuck up.”

One of her eyes opens. “I’m awake, jeez. I was only—”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She watches me for a second. Then sighs, “Never mind.”

Then she swings back the sheet to reveal her nice thin legs and the little, white, cotton shorts.

“Jesus. What the fuck are those?”

She looks down at herself and shrugs. “Shorts. I had Dozer’s sweatpants on but it was too hot so I changed into these.”

Picturing her wearing Dozer’s clothing makes me want to stab something.

She stands and turns around, bends over the bed, and starts making it. My cock throbs behind my zipper.Mother of God.I curse some more under my breath and rub a hand down my face. I use my other hand to shift my erection into a more comfortable position. I find out quickly it’s not possible. The fucker is caged and wants out.

My control is slipping. I can feel it shredding to pieces. I’m seconds away from grabbing her hips and hauling her back into me so I can grind my growing erection into her perfect ass.

She stands after making the bed and finger combs her hair. It didn’t do her any good. It’s still wild and makes her look like she’s recently been well ridden. Her pouty lips beg to be kissed and her short as fuck shorts and tight tank are so thin I’m thinking I could rip them in two without any effort.

The things I could do with her fucking body.

Those legs. That ass. Fuck I want my face right . . .

“Fuck.”

I give myself a mental punch to the face.