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I look down, seeing that his muscly, tanned arm is firmly caging me in. Not only that, but the covers have also been pulled down, along with my tank top, revealing a substantial amount of my cleavage. My nipples are barely being contained by the thin straps.
My pulse starts to race as I glance over at him. He’s still knocked out cold, sleeping like a very muscly corpse. I try wiggling free. He doesn’t budge. I try again, moving down the bed as much as I can, but instead of waking up, he pulls me in tighter, like his subconscious knows I’m trying to escape. His body turns to face me more fully, his lower half connecting with mine.
My mind goes black as his hard length comes into contact with my thigh.
Not again …
Not. Again.
Why me?
I close my eyes, willing myself to move and get out of his grasp, not caring whether he wakes or sleeps at this point. When I place my hands on his chest and physically push, his eyes slide open.
He immediately shifts to a point of aggression, pinning me down to the bed as he straddles me, hands around my throat this time.
“I’m starting to think this is just how you say good morning.” I sound winded.
His eyes blink into focus. The pressure around my throat loosens, but the bulge on my upper thigh grows. I whimper internally, resisting the urge to roll my eyes back in my head.
At least he lost the knife.
“I slept all night,” he says it almost like there should be a question mark at the end.
His hands release my neck, and he pulls back, dropping them at his sides with an exhale. His glorious chest and abs are making it hard for me to keep my attention on his face.
“Well, it’s morning time, so … yeah. Do I get a bonus for this part? We said no touching.” I try to control my breathing, but I still sound like I’ve been running.
He’s gonna know I’m into this.
His eyes drift down over me. He freezes, and I begin to feel his dick pulse. I follow his gaze, sucking a breath when I see that one of my nipples has escaped the tank top completely.
His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips. His eyes grow hungry, like he could devour me at any moment. Neither of us dares to move.
The way his pupils dilate as he stares at my chest makes my thighs quiver. I’d give anything to read his mind right now.
One night in, and we’re already here.
Fire, meet gasoline.
His groan is barely audible as he slides off of me and stands up. His dick is sticking straight out proudly inside his boxers, and he doesn’t try to hide it. When he turns to walk toward the bathroom, I see that his broad shoulders and back are marked with jagged scars in sporadic placements, like he received them all at different times.
“Trust me, Dixon, if I chose to touch you, that would be bonus enough.”
“Monroe Blue is playing at nine thirty. I’m so pumped! It’s been so damn long since we’ve gone anywhere!” Dolly drags me through the crowd of concertgoers, aiming for the front of the stage.
“We’re gonna lose Cash and Duke if you don’t slow down.”
She can’t hear me over the noise of the crowd. It’s Friday night, and the venue is packed with people. Dolly is wearing a shimmery bodycon white dress with silver cowboy boots. Her hair is curled and pinned into a messy updo. She’s a big fan of Monroe Blue, and she loves concerts. We spent the entire afternoon getting ready.
I opted for a dark red dress with a thigh slit and a halter top. My hair is in waves around my shoulders. The black cowboy boots are worn out, but with the dirt floor of the outdoor venue, no one will be able to tell. We somehow get all the way to the very front, resting our forearms on the gate separating the stage from the crowd.
“Your boobs look amazing! I bet you’ll get asked for your number at least ten times tonight.” Dolly smiles as she holds up her frozen peach margarita.
I clink our plastic cups together and sip on mine, the mango flavor bursting on my tongue.
“Mmm, that’s so good. You wanna try it?”
We trade cups to try each other’s drinks.
