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I feel his dick harden before I sense his breathing pattern changing.
What is it with him and boners in the morning?
My inflated ego wants to pretend it’s me, but even with my limited knowledge of men and sex, I’ve heard of morning wood. I just didn’t realize it happened every morning.
His fingers curl tighter around me, cupping my ass. Wetness pools between my legs. I’m afraid to move, and I’m afraid not to.
Danger, danger, red-hot danger …
Out of pure need and my chronic lack of self-preservation, I rotate my hips in a small circle, just to feel him a little closer, to experience an ounce of friction against him.
He lets out a low groan, almost like he’s experiencing pain on the brink of pleasure.
“You’re playing with fire, Dixon.”
His gruff morning voice overheats my already-scorched insides.
“I’m trying to get comfortable,” I lie.
“You’re trying to get fucked, and you’re a lot closer than you think.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I tilt my head back to look into his eyes, praying my morning breath isn’t lethal.
He maintains eye contact with me as he shifts his hips under me, moving his hand from my throat and grabbing the back of my knee to lift it up, eliminating the space that was separating us. I feel the hard length of his dick, pressed right up against my pussy. All that’s separating us now is his boxers and the ones I stole last night.
I gasp at the sudden contact, knowing that the wetness already seeping from me is about to soak through the thin cotton and then he’ll know that I’m aroused.
His almost black eyes glint with desire as he gyrates his hips, the friction feeling so damn good that I can already feel the pleasure building.
“Just how inexperienced are you? Did you know that if I were to rip my underwear off of you, I could fuck that sweet pussy right now, in this exact position?”
I gasp at his filthy words, an involuntary whimper following the sound. The hand on my ass squeezes harder while the one under my knee shifts down, reaching for the seam on the cloth. Just two thin scraps of fabric is all that lies between us fucking, and he’s about to rip them apart.
And I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.
The moment is shattered when a loud knock sounds on the door.
“Holden! Are you up yet?” Duke’s voice is like a bucket of icy water being splashed over us.
We spring apart like we were electrocuted.
“We need to bail Cash out of jail. Warner just got here,” Duke continues.
“I’m up. Two minutes,” Holden grits out.
Duke’s footsteps retreat from the door, causing me to exhale in relief. I know it was locked, but if anyone finds out I’ve been sleeping in here, all hell will break loose in this family.
Holden’s dick is still tenting his boxers as he walks over to where he took off his jeans and boots last night. He pulls them on, tucking his erection inside. He looks over at me, a twist of desire and anger in his eyes.
I look away, blushing, as if he wasn’t a millimeter away from entering my body thirty seconds ago.
Is he going to say anything? Are we acknowledging the dumpster-fire shitstorm we almost just started?
My legs are practically shaking from the sudden change in heated arousal to cold, angry glances. He still hates my family. My father still fucked his life up for killing my uncle. The line between what my family has done to him and who I am is far too blurry for him.
Without a word, he finishes getting dressed and walks out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
My dad asked me to get lunch with him again on Sunday. I had no idea what to expect when I agreed to it, but he seemed to be in surprisingly good spirits. He casually questioned me about the ranch as usual. I told him I was starting nursing school again next semester, to which he seemed indifferent.
