Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

The next morning, Shades awoke to feel Skylar crawl out of bed and go in the bathroom. He remembered from before that she was an early riser. The sound of the shower turning on carried through the bathroom door. A minute later, the sound of her humming in the shower drifted out.

“She always this cheerful in the morning?” Ghost grumbled, his eyes still shut.

“Yeah, usually.”

“Christ,” Ghost muttered sleepily. “How do you handle it?”

“I usually fuck her, and she goes back to sleep,” Shades replied with a yawn.

“During or after?”

“Smartass.”

The singing continued, a little off key.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Ghost grumbled and put a pillow over his head.

“Fuckface.”

Fifteen minutes later, the door opened, and Skylar walked out wrapped in a towel, followed by a cloud of steam.

Ghost whistled, and Shades lifted his head turning to look at her.

“Hey, baby. Come over here a second,” Shades said in a sexy rumble.

She grinned at him, shaking her head. “I’m on to you.”

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. At least come over here, and give me a shot of wh

at’s under that towel.”

“You know what’s under this towel.”

“Yeah, don’t mean I don’t want to see it every chance I get.”

She blew him a kiss as she moved toward her pack, dug through it for a change of clothes and returned to the bathroom, closing the door.

****

Ten minutes later, Skylar came back out and moved toward the in-room coffee maker. She was dying for a cup of coffee. After fiddling with it for a minute, she had a pot brewing.

Ghost lifted his head off the pillow as the rich aroma filled the room. “Make me a cup, darlin’.”

Skylar turned to him and smiled. She glanced over at Shades, but he appeared dead to the world. It didn’t take long for that man to fall back asleep.

When the coffee was ready, Skylar poured two cups and carried one in each hand. She held one out to Ghost. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a handful of sheet to keep his crotch covered. Her eyes skated over all the exposed skin.

“Thanks. You’re an angel.” He took the cup from her hand and took a sip.

“You have a girl, Ghost?”

His eyes met hers over the rim of his cup, and he almost choked. Pulling the cup away and swallowing, he replied, “What?”

“A girl. An ol’ lady. Do you have one?”

“Nope. Why?”

She shrugged. “You’re a good looking guy. I figured with your looks and your humor, there had to be someone.”