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I nod, flicking back the blankets for him to lie down. I quickly shuffle my pants down my legs, throwing them onto the floor. Jean shorts are never comfortable to sleep in. Because I only had my work shirt with me, I throw that off as well leaving me in only my underwear and sports bra. I hear Dawson grunt from beside me. “Shit, ah do you want a shirt or something to sleep in?” He offers hesitantly. In my dream like state its impossible for me to decipher anything so I just pat the bed beside me.
“Nah it's fine. Come on, come lay down. I’m wrecked.” I grunt.
I hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor before the bed sinks down beside me. I wriggle over, snuggling into Dawsons side. I instantly throw one of my legs over his with his chest becoming my pillow. He tightens his arm around my back, holding me close to his body. I put my hand on his chest feeling just how hard his body is.
I feel goosebumps prickle under my hand, smiling to myself at how I affect him.
“Goodnight Daws.” I say quietly.
“Goodnight, Scar.” He rumbles quietly just before sleep pulls me under.
The sun blaring into the room wakes me up. I attempt to roll over but i'm stopped by arms that have wrapped themselves around my body. I stiffen, unable to remember what the fuck happened when I fell asleep or more to the point where I fell asleep exactly. I open my eyes and look around the room not recognising a single thing. I turn my head to put a name to the arms and instantly smile. Dawson is still fast asleep behind me. He looks so different like this. Normally he's this big brooding figure. That morally grey he is almost black. But when he is around me, he seems to soften. Yet another man I am becoming obsessed with.
I slowly roll over, attempting not to wake him. Not when he looks this peaceful. Thankfully he doesn’t wake. Facing him like this, I’m able to take in the tiny details of him. The way his hair sits messy on his head, the frown lines on his forehead. While Nicky has a scar running through his eyebrow, Dawson doesn’t have a single imperfection on his face. Shit, not even an acne scar. How the fuck did he miss out on that bullshit pimply teenage stage?
There is a light stubble on his face, and I have to hold myself back from running my hand over it.
“Got your fill, did you?” I startle sucking in a gasp, realising that Dawson was awake the whole time. His eyes slowly open; his brown eyes look stunning in the morning light. The different colours speckling, making him look even more ethereal.
“I mean, I was considering taking a picture.” I snide back.
He just smiles, flings his hand back and grabs his phone. He opens up the camera app as he holds the phone in the air above us. We both look up and smile. I can’t help but turn my head to kiss him on the cheek. Dawson must have also had the same idea because he turns his head at the same time. Instead of my lips meeting his cheek, they meet his lips instead. I freeze and so does he, but it is only a second before I am bringing my hands up, threading my fingers through his hair, bringing his lips closer. He groans, pulling me tighter to his body. I feel his cock grind against my stomach and I can't help my answering groan. Jesus Christ. He's fucking huge. Well, I mean I think he is. He sure feels like it. It feels like he is trying to consume me with the way he demands my lips move against his. His tongue licks the seam of my mouth and I instantly open my lips, allowing his tongue to explore mine.
After what feels like hours but what must only be minutes, I pull away from his lips begrudgingly. We are both panting, attempting to catch our breath. His lips are red and swollen and I'm sure mine mimic his. His arm holding his phone is still up above us. I turn and look at it, squinting and seeing the small icon in the corner of the screen of both of us locked together.
I raise my eyebrow and turn back to face him. “Got enough pictures for me do you think?”
He laughs, lowering his arm. He rolls over onto his back slightly. I sit up to give him room to sit as well. He leans against the headboard of the bed, tapping a couple of buttons on his phone, a cheeky smile that looks almost foreign on his face, but so damn delicious there.
He taps a couple more buttons before he turns the phone around showing me a message thread. “Thought the guys might like a picture as well.”
I grab the phone off him, tapping on the photo. It expands and I’m shocked to see just how fucking hot it is. The blankets are completely rolled down our bodies. If it wasn’t for the peak of the bra strap on my shoulder, it would look like I was naked with the way Dawsons hand is wrapped around me perfectly.
“Damn, this is hot as fuck for amateur porn.” I say making both of us laugh.
I get out of the photo and as I do, I see that the message has been opened by Sonny.
“YOU LUCKY SON OF A BITCH!” Sonny yells from somewhere in the apartment. There is a loud banging sound, a yelled “Fuck!” then the sound of footsteps running up the hallway.
Sonny barges through the door dressed in just his boxer briefs, pointing right at Dawson. “Fuck you mother fucker. Next time, she's sleeping in my bed.” Sonny then turns and looks at me before he rips off the blankets and grabs hold of my legs. I squeal as he yanks me down the bed. Before I know it, I’m slung over his shoulder and am out the door. I look up, shocked at how quick this guy moves. I look back to see Dawson pissing himself laughing on the bed.
“Sonny, put me down!” I yell, smacking his ass. This position gives me a perfect view of it and damn if he doesn’t have a nice ass.
“Not a chance baby!” He snarls, “You're mine this morning.”
“Sonny, I don’t have any clothes on!” That seems to stop him in his place. His lands loosen on my legs, as I slip down his body. I can’t help but feel every single hard edge to his body. My thighs clench especially as my body slips down his waist. Sonny sucks in a breath.
“Fuck. Me. Dead.” His eyes are blown as he takes a step back once my feet touch the ground. I put my hands on my hips, frowning at him.
He then drops to his knees, bowing at my feet before kissing them. I can’t help but laugh.
“Sonny, what are you doing?” I ask him.
“I have found God and she is a woman. Forgive me mother because I plan on sinning all day with this fucking goddess.” He says slowly kissing his way up my legs. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, hardening my nipples as he continues making his way up.
“Stop, that tickles!” I giggle, squirming in place where Sonny holds me firm. “Please! I’m going to piss myself.”
Sonny pauses his torture, pulling his head back to look at me. “I mean, I’ve never thought about having a golden shower before but shit, for you, I would do anything.” He shrugs his shoulders.
