Dean pushes my hair off my forehead to watch me. “Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth feels so damn good, baby.”
As my fingers graze his balls, he grabs my other hand and helps me massage them, both of my hands and mouth now completely full.
“Yeah, keep doing that,” he chokes out, reaching between us to pinch my nipples between his fingers. “I love your tits. I want to come on them so fucking bad.”
While it’s not a question, I know Dean is asking for my permission. I bob my head to say okay, and then he tightens his grip on my hair, his eyes illuminating in acknowledgment. “I’m so close, Kitten.”
Less than a minute later, Dean removes his cock from my mouth. He pushes me flat on my back and leans over me, jerking his shaft as he grunts my name.
He takes one hard look at me, and a smile crosses his lips. “My God, woman. I fucking love you.”
He’s drunk. Dean has no idea what he’s saying right now, still high from his orgasm. I smile back, and he slides off the bed to grab a clean towel to wipe my chest. After he’s finished, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me with so much passion he sucks the air from my lungs.
“I need to take a shower,” I say once our lips separate. “You should get in with me.”
He winks, and then leads me by the hand toward the bathroom.
Chapter Eleven
Kat
I wake up with the sun in my eyes and my head pounding like a jackhammer. Every bone and muscle in my body aches. My throat burns from the shots I did last night, each breath stirring a fire inside my stomach. I blink a few times to clear the sleep from my eyes. The white walls in front of me are barren except for a few hockey awards and posters. I’m in Dean’s room. So, it wasn’t a dream.
I lift Dean’s arm from my stomach and set it on the mattress between us. I have to pee… and get dressed. Now that the sun is shining on his face and perfectly toned body, I feel self-conscious about being naked next to him. He’s gorgeous, not a single hair out of place, not even in sleep.
I’m still a virgin. We were so tired after our shower that we ended up crawling into bed naked and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Nervous energy shoots through my body at the thought of Theo and Travis sleeping on the other side of this wall. My brothers love Dean. They think of him as another member of the Baldwin clan. How will they react if they see us together, and in such a compromising position?
Fuck.
“Get back in bed, Kitten.” Dean’s voice sounds more gruff than normal. He pats the space on the mattress where I slept with one eye open and most of his face buried in the pillow.
When I don’t move, he rolls onto his back, flashing a set of chiseled abs and his perf
ect smile that distracts me. So does his morning wood that’s tenting the covers.
He rubs my thigh with a seductive look in his eyes. “C’mon. Get back in here with me. I need my snuggle buddy.”
I smile, still in the same spot at the edge of the mattress. He takes my stubbornness as his cue to wrap his arms around me, leaning back against the wooden headboard as he makes room for me between his legs.
I lean my head back on his shoulder. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
He pushes my hair away from my face, tucks it behind my ear, and then presses a light kiss to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful. Do you want to get breakfast? We could go down to Broad Street Beans.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I could use some greasy food to soak up all the alcohol.”
“You have such a weak stomach,” he jokes.
“I can’t help it. I guess I’m not built for pounding shots like you.”
His hand travels down my stomach and between my legs, but before he can touch me, someone knocks on the door.
“Hey, asshole, are you in there?”
“It’s Theo,” I whisper.
My fear shakes through me, and I have no idea what to do other than panic. He can’t see us like this. Theo would kill Dean.
I wrap the sheet around me and slide off the mattress, looking to Dean for help as adrenaline rushes through my body. “What should I do?”