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I tighten my hold on Lori’s head and revitalize the kiss, pushing him onto his back. I nip at the delicious flesh, suck on his tongue, play with it in a twisting game until I have no more breath. When we part, his eyes are closed, face flushed. A small smile curls his mouth as he sighs contently.

My dick is hard again. I recognize the fact that the only reason is the man underneath me, lightly snoring. Obsessed doesn’t even describe the tip of what I’m feeling.

I’ve tried so hard to repress my emotions. To never let them rule my life again. To feel in control. Bez is the impulsive one,certainly not me. Then Lori came into my life, and little by little, he dug a tunnel underneath the walls I’d erected around me. How did he do that? And is he going to accept what’s on the other side?

Too late for that. Bez yawns.Doesn’t matter if he likes it or not. He’s mine.

He has a choice, Bez.

He just took a hard fuck, screaming my name. I’d say he likes me.

But he doesn’t know you exist,I remind him.

He lets out a snort.The real question is does he still dislike you?

I roll off the mattress, feeling that prickling sensation over my skin again, and round the bed until I’m on Lori’s side. I slide my arms under him and lift him up. He snuggles closer to my body, but doesn’t wake up.

When I reach his room, the lights are out, but the moonlight from the window illuminates his bed enough.

I deposit him on the sheets and try to straighten up, but Lori’s hands suddenly wrap around my neck, clinging to me with all his strength, which is impressive. Not expecting it, I topple onto the bed, crushing him under me. Lori doesn’t seem to care that he has the weight of a man twice his size on him. If anything, he’s relishing it.

“Lori,” I call him.

“Stay,” he replies, sucking on my neck. I’ll be covered in hickeys again. The thought of having his bruises on me doesn’t annoy me. Quite the opposite.

“Let go.” He whimpers hearing my order. “I’ll stay.”

“Promise?” he asks me, taking me back to that night at the club. I can hear the same vulnerability filling his voice, it raises my protective levels exponentially.

“Promise.”

He drops his arms but nudges and prods me until I find myself wrapped around him in a big spoon position. My jacket that he’s wearing has risen over his hips. My dick is right between his ass cheeks, and as I pull slightly back to adjust, it finds his still slick pucker. He’s pure temptation. My only temptation.

“Yes,” he gives me his consent. And I push inside him once again. I fuck him slow and hard, enjoying deeply the way he moans with every thrust.

When he comes, it’s my name he gasps. And when I release inside him, it’s his name I groan in his ear. He drifts off to sleep, holding me to him tightly, his fingers laced with mine. My cock still inside his warm hole.

My insomnia doesn’t give me the same mercy, and I lie there for an hour, enveloped in Lori and lilies. When I untangle myself and stand up, he doesn’t stir. His drool feels cool on my forearm. I find it annoying and oddly cute at the same time. Like everything else about Lori.

I take a few more minutes to watch him. He’s still wrapped in my jacket. My lips twitch with satisfaction.

My eyes fall on the small unopened box on the dresser containing the urn.

We need to tell him,Bez suddenly says.About you and me.

I nod.I know.

eight

LORI

The next morning, I walk out of the bedroom after my princess beauty routine. My face looks well rested and fresh as a rose, while my ass is sore as hell. I remember every word, every thrust, and every moan with every step I take.

I think I got a bug, it’s called Gabriel Reed.

The guest room didn’t have a lock on the door, and I must have sleepwalked to his bedroom. I mean, I woke up with Gabe's cock in my hands! Sexsomnia is a new development, which is a documented disorder I read about as I tried to learn more about my somnambulism. The idea of having sex while sleeping seemed hot, even though the person has no memory of it in the morning.

Even better that what he did to me last night is forever carved on my brain. And if that isn’t enough, waking up covered in Gabe's cum, having the proof of his desire for me on my skin, gives life to a nice quiver inside my belly.