Page 56 of His Retribution

So, so many muscles.

The most muscles.

All the muscles.

And maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but it’s not every day you get to see the man you caught feelings for in all his shirtless glory, while he is sitting on your bed and very, very close to you. All kinds of things can happen to your rational thought and ability to function when faced with that kind of beauty.

His pecs and traps are so defined they look like boulders. Havok's biceps are enormous, bigger than my fucking thighs for sure. He has more abs than I think is actually possible—I’m hoping at some point to count them, just for research purposes—and he totally has that V thing over his hips. You know, those defined lines that point toward his dick like a sign to the holy land? Yeah, Havok has that going on and I definitely don’t hate it. I mean, I knew he was muscular. The t-shirts and basketball shorts Havok normally wears when he helps with my truck show off his sculpted calves and drool inducing forearms perfectly, and that thin material did little to hide the rest of his bulging form, but I was not expecting such utter perfection.

Then you throw in his so-handsome-it-hurts-to-look-at face with the super sexy goatee and piercing eyes, his fabulous hair, his big beautiful hands with long slender fingers, and his feet that are nicer than any in the history of men's feet, and Havok is a walking orgasm waiting to happen.

Which is why, while he pointed out the repairing wounds with so much conviction, I heard absolutely none of it and basically sat with my tongue hanging out of my mouth.

There was just so much smooth fair skin, so many fucking muscles that I went completely stupid. Right up until Havok started laughing at me.

Of course I wasn't going to admit to being in awe and totally turned on when he called me out on ogling him though.

Nope.

I just threw a pillow at him, scowled, and told him he could take his chances with the sun if he was going to be a dick.

Havok only laughed harder.

Eventually, he coaxed me back into the bed, got me to lay down with him, and made sure I was ok with the fact that he was in nothing but his holey jeans before asking permission to be my big spoon while we got some much needed sleep.

And of course I agreed.

I don't think I could have said no if I really wanted to.

I will admit, I'm a little terrified of the closeness, scared because I've rarely ever been hugged, let alone shared a bed with anyone—even in a platonic way—and I've definitely not had any contact with someone as beautiful as Havok, but my excitement won over fear and we cuddled even long after we both passed out.

And being wrapped up in his arms, surrounded by the clean, spicy, woodsy scent that is purely Havok while he traced designs on the back of my hand was as close to heaven as I've ever been.

Samson even used his doggie steps and got in on the action, laid across my stomach with his head resting on Havok's side.

It was incredibly cramped, my queen-sized bed is definitely not big enough for the three of us, too small for Havok alone honestly, but it was absolutely perfect, and I slept more deeply than I ever have.

Until a loud banging on my door scared the shit out of me.

I checked the time and saw that it was just after eight. I thought we'd only slept about forty-five minutes but when I went to the door and saw that it was dark out I was shocked.

Andrej was in a complete panic, not that anyone else would have known that based on the still stoic expression on his face but I could see the concern in his dark eyes, the tick in his jaw. Apparently when Havok didn't stop by before sunrise for their morning workout he was suspicious, so Andrej went to check on him at his cabin and freaked out when he wasn't there. He said he was concerned because of his allergy to the sun and even though I know better, I didn't feel it was necessary to tell him that just yet. I did put him at ease though, let Andrej look inside my house far enough to see Havok sleeping in my bed, cuddling with Samson, and reassured him that I had a way to keep my house light-tight, and he surprised me with an actual smile. Then he left and I got back into bed with my favorite men.

We slept for another seventeen hours and the only reason I woke up was because my fur baby was going to explode if I didn't let him out. So while Samson does his perimeter check and pees a river, I look for something to eat because I'm starving.

I'm currently eating a banana and honey sandwich while I pull out the things needed to make a rather big breakfast for the rather big man that's been softly snoring in my bed.

"Are you eating a sandwich while cooking?"

I grin around the bite in my mouth, and turn from the bacon and eggs. "Yesh."

Havok smiles, his eyes dancing, the ice blue glowing so bright through his sleepy haze. "Banana and honey?"

I nod as I swallow.

It's strange how he knows that.

But I imagine it has something to do with his vampire status. Maybe he has heightened senses or something. I'll find out later when I grill him.