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CHAPTER TWELVE

ALANNA

My body stirs, waking me. I don’t know what exactly has me waking up. I take note of my surroundings without opening my eyes.

I felt warm, warmer than I’ve ever felt. It was nice to sleep in an actual bed. It was even nicer to be in bed with Cy holding me.

The only thing that freaks me is the placement of his hands. One is curled around my breast, cupping it, his thumb right above my nipple. His other hand is just inside my panties.

I try to shift away, only for Cy to tighten his arms around me.

“Where you goin’, baby?”

Oh lordy, sweet heavens above. His voice, filled with sleep, it’s better than even in my dreams, all husky and raspy.

Cy’s voice alone is amazing, but with it being raspy like it is, it’s way better. Enough so that it has me wanting to tighten my thighs to relieve the act where my panties are already growing slick.

“I need to get up.” Get up. Escape before it’s too late for me.

Cy shifts and presses himself more firmly against my back. “Why do you need to get up?”

That one question has so many answers. Loads of them that don’t need to be said right now. He doesn’t need to know that I like being in his arms way, way too much. I also want to tell him that I need to go to the bathroom. I don’t care it’s something everyone does, but he doesn’t need to know I’ve got to pee.

“Why does anyone need to get up?” I ask right back.

“How long before Charlotte wakes up?”

“It depends. Why?” Why in the world does he want to know when she’ll be waking?

Cy removes his hands from where they were and rolls me to my back then to my side. One arm circles me, holding me close. The other comes up to tangle in my hair.

“This is why?” Cy no more than gets those three simple words out before his lips are on mine and his tongue makes its way into my mouth. This isn’t just a simple kiss. It’s explosive. Beautiful. Hot. Dominating. I want more than just a simple heated kiss. I want his touch. To feel him as I felt him while we kissed on my couch.

My body moves on its own, and my leg moves to hook over his thigh. His leg shifts up to press against my panties. With his leg in place, my hips move of their own accord. There’s no stopping me, especially once I feel the friction of him pressing against my mound. My panties, already damp, become soaked.

Cy presses his thigh harder, and I move even faster against him.

I whimper into the kiss and hold tight to him. Sensations were nearly overwhelming. I had to stop myself from crying out when he broke his lips from mine.

“Look at me, Short Stuff,” he orders, keeping his voice down.

I do as he commands and nearly lose my breath at the lustful gleam in his eyes.

“Make yourself come for me, baby.” Cy presses even tighter against my mound. His hand in my hair moves down to my hip and guides my movements.

Breathing becomes harder, and I feel it building inside me. The times I’ve touched myself were never like this. The intensity of my pending release scares me.

“Come on, Alanna, come for me, soak my leg with those sweet juices I want to taste on my lips,” he rasps and reclaims my mouth just as my body does as it’s commanded.

It’s a good thing his mouth was on mine, or I might have cried out with how hard my release consumes me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. The feeling of coming undone and being whole all at the same time flows through me.

By the time the feeling starts to fade, Cy breaks away once again to meet my gaze. His eyes were lazy, though I saw the gleam still there, but there was something else. Satisfaction maybe.

“Beautiful, baby, fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers, sliding his hand up my side to cup my cheek. He strokes his thumb along soothingly. “Wasn’t intending to do that, but damn it, if wasn’t worth it.”

My body freezes up at the mention of what we’ve just done and the knowledge that my daughter is sleeping feet away from us.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I utter hastily, trying to get away, to get out of bed.

God. What was I thinking? How could I do that with my little girl sleeping in the same room with us?

“Calm down, Alanna,” Cy orders gently. Keeping his voice quiet, his body shifting, moving until he’s between my thighs, his weight pressing into me.

With him in this position, I could feel every bit of him, including what’s pressing at my entrance, even with the thin material of my panties and his sweats between us.

“Cy, I have to get up.” I shove at his chest to no avail.

“No, baby, you don’t. You need to stop fuckin’ panicking and listen to me.”

“Don’t tell me?—”

Cy dips his head closer, our noses touch, our breath mingling. “Stop,” he says. “You’re not about to fuck up what happened just between us in your head, making it something completely fucked up instead of what it was. I’m not gonna let you.”

“But—”

“No fuckin’ buts, Alanna. Should we have done that just now? Fuck yeah, it was hot. Should we have waited for a time when we were completely alone? Yeah, we should have, but if we had, it wouldn’t have been you coming on my fuckin’ leg. We also wouldn’t have any damn clothes on either. And my cock wouldn’t be throbbing still with the need to fuck the hell out of your pussy. Now, here’s what’s going to happen, baby. We’re gonna get up. I’ll jump in the shower after you do what you gotta do. After that, we’ll wake Lottie up if she’s not already by that time. Once you two get ready, we’ll go down and get food.”

My mind is still reeling on the first parts of what he’s just said.

“Tonight, though, baby, you gotta know, we’re moving our girl into a room of her own. Probably talk to Gunner about Delilah and her sharing a room. They do that, then tonight, there won’t be anything between us. Fuckin’ enjoyed the way you light up for me. I can’t wait to feel you clamping down on my cock while you light the fuck up.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything. Instead, he kisses me all over again. Though he keeps it brief, but not too brief.

My body starts to melt into him all over again when he stops us and draws away completely. He jumps off the bed, leans in, takes my hand, and pulls me out of the bed. When my feet touch the floor, he guides me over to the bathroom. Only then does he release me. He does so, grabbing the handle and closing the door, sealing me alone in the bathroom.

I guess when he says we’re doing something, he means it.

Still, we have to talk. He needs to see that my leaving is for the best, and the sooner I do that, the better it is for everyone.