Page 11 of The Vigilante's Heart

I push open the door to one of the guest rooms. “We can sleep in here tonight, it’s not the master, but I had a little accident in there earlier. I may have knocked something over in my rush to get to you. I’ll have a cleaner come in the morning, and we can be back in there tomorrow night.”

“Oh, okay,” she says as she gazes around the bedroom. “Wait, we?”

“Yes, we,” I state. “You think you’re going to stay in my house and not sleep in my bed?”

“I thought I might get a choice in the matter,” she grumbles.

“Well, you don’t,” I grunt as I place her on the bed. “Let me go get your bags from the car and then we can crash. Get into bed, sweetheart, I won’t be long.”

When I return, she’s tucked under the cover with the cat pressed to her side. I place her bags by the chair next to the window and make my way to the bed, pulling off my clothes as I go. I climb into bed with her in just my boxers. I normally sleep naked but tonight isn’t sexual, we both need the comfort of holding each other.

I reach for her and pull her into my arms, tucking her against my chest, my arms easily wrapping around her. The cat grumbles and gets up, walking up the bed to the pillows, he places himself right by our heads, curling up straight away and looking, for all intents and purposes, like he’s already asleep.

“Well, that’ll take some getting used to,” my voice rumbles in the quiet of the room.

“He’s a good boy, you won’t even notice him,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Get some sleep, Peyton. I’ve set my alarm for your work.” I place a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“If you’d let me bring my car, you wouldn’t have to get up.”

“Not happening. You’re not leaving my sight. Now, be quiet and go to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.” She’s joking but my cock perks up at her choice of words.Interesting.We’ll be trying that again. In bed. Naked.

As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think that although I hate that tonight happened, I’m certainly not disappointed with the outcome.Peyton in my house, in my arms is exactly where she belongs, and I intend to keep her there.

Peyton

“Noo,” I groan as the alarm brings me out of the sleep I feel I had only just fallen into. A chuckle comes from beside me and I’m pulled back against a solid chest.

“You only have yourself to blame,” he says into my neck. “I told you to call in sick, they would have completely understood. In fact, I think they would have encouraged it.”

“I can’t let them down,” I moan as Bennett’s cock pushes into the small of my back.

“Well, when you’re plugging wounds, or fixing broken bones, or whatever other miracle it is you’re working in the ER. Just remember, you could have been at home, in bed, riding my cock.” That is definitely not helping motivate me to get out of bed, but that was totally his intention.

“You don’t play fair,” I grumble as I pull myself out of bed.

“Never claimed to, sweetheart.” I shake my head at him as I make my way into the adjoined bath to get ready.

Half an hour later, I walk out freshly showered and pause in the doorway. I can’t help but smile at the sight before me. Bennett is on his back with D’Artagnan lying on his chest, making biscuits in the blanket.

“Peyton, what is he doing?” I can’t help but laugh at the slight hint of fear in his voice. He comes charging to my rescue when someone breaks into my house but is frozen at a cat lying on him.

“He likes you,” I laugh. He tentatively raises his hand and runs it down D’Artagnan’s back who raises himself into the caress, giving Bennett a little chirp as he does so. “You should feel privileged; he doesn’t like many people.”

“Lucky me,” he mutters. But I can see the smile that ticks at the corners of his mouth. “Want to get him off me, so I can get ready and make you a coffee before we have to leave?”

“Just give him a little shove, he’ll soon move.” The look he shoots me has me laughing out loud; he looks positively horrified.

“And she claims she loves you,” he whispers to my cat. I’m still chuckling as I walk over to the two of them and scoop him into my arms. My chuckle dies a quick death as Bennett slips out of bed. I didn’t really take him in last night, too many other things going around in my head; but I am definitely taking him in now.

Every hard, tanned, toned, muscular inch of him.

Christ.He’s absolutely ripped, and tall, ridiculously tall. My eyes travel south and widen at the impressive bulge currently trying to break through his boxers.Well, that’s us over before we even started. No way will that ever fit inside me.His lips brush against my ear as his voice breaks through my thoughts.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart, and you’ll love every fucking moment of taking it.”Dead. I’m dead.