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Jackson
Movement in the room makes light flicker against my eyelids, waking me. Blinking, I open my eyes. Bennet is trying to make a quiet escape.
I lift my head slightly and look around the room. Micah and Lukas are sleeping next to each other on the trundle mattress, Lukas’ arm thrown across Micah’s shirtless back. I didn’t realize there were that many back muscles. Maybe I should start working out.
Luis is sprawled out on the sofa, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other resting against his stomach. His white ribbed tank top is pulled up a bit, showing an inch or two of his tan skin and curling tendrils of ink.
“Sorry to wake you,” Bennet whispers.
“It’s fine. Where are you going, what time is it?”
“Nearly seven, I was going to go for a run.” He says “nearly seven” like it’s super late. I manage not to say anything sarcastic about how rigid he is.
She stirs in my arms, and I finally look down at her. Six. It’s nice to have a name for her now, even if it’s just a temporary nickname.
Her head rests on my chest, arms wrapped around my middle. Other than tucking herself around me more throughout the night, she seems to have slept soundly.
At first, every twitch or sound had me awake and alert. But after a while I relaxed, and managed to sleep better than usual. And waking up like this? I could get used to this.
“You know you want to stay,” I taunt him. He does look at the bed, at our girl a little wistfully, but he heads out of the room.
Once he’s gone, I watch her sleep. It’s probably a little creepy. But what else am I going to do right now, and well, look at her. Her bruises are fading quickly, impressively quickly in fact. She is unrecognizable from the way she looked just a few days ago when she stumbled into my arms in the park. My eyes trace her high cheekbones, the thick eyelashes that fan over her cheeks.
She’s perfect. Almost too perfect.
I’m committing the shape of her full lips to memory when she starts to rouse, and I have the deep urge to kiss her awake. I want to kiss her senseless, run my tongue along every inch of her. I want to find out what her arousal smells like, tastes like...
My eyes are raking over her body, imagining doing weird and carnal things to her, when I notice she’s opened her eyes. I’m not sure how long she’s been awake.
She looks amused rather than creeped out, so I’m glad she can’t read minds or anything. I smirk down at her and then decide, ah fuck it, and lean down into her neck and run my nose from the bottom of her neck to the space behind her ear. She giggles at first, but then she sighs and arches her body into mine.
At this moment, I’m feeling incredibly torn. In any other situation, I’d probably make a move. I’d sniff, nip, and lick my way all over her body. I’d live between her legs for hours, breathing in her sweet scent. I’d huff and puff, kiss and lick, taking my sweet time enjoying myself until she begged.
But alas, there are still three other dudes in this room, and she is still recovering. I tell myself to behave and will my dick to keep to himself.
I’m at a half chub already and the way she is currently looking at me is NOT helping.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Control yourself, Jack. Dead puppies. Baseball. Un-medicated vasectomies. That time Mr. Coolson wore short shorts to the beach, and you accidentally saw his nut sack.
“What are you thinking about?” She giggles.
“You don’t want to know.” I laugh, distracting her by leaning down to huff her neck loudly.
Her laughter wakes the rest of the guys, who all come over to kiss her. We lounge on the big bed for a bit, enjoying the morning.
“Not that I’m complaining, because I am certainly not, but why did you all decide to sleep in here last night?”
My face drops, and everyone gets serious. I don’t think any of us had considered that she wouldn’t remember last night, but it makes sense.
“You had a bad nightmare,” I tell her, twirling her messy braid in my fingers.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Her voice is small. She looks a little upset and maybe embarrassed, but I can’t think what she’d be embarrassed about.
“Why would you be sorry? I’m sorry that whatever happened to you is clearly still haunting your dreams. But don’t you worry about us, if anything we like being here for you. This is certainly my favorite way that I’ve ever woken up.” I wink down at her and lower my head like I’m about to sniff her neck again. She scrunches up her neck and squeals as I lay a light kiss there instead.
“You know…” Lukas starts, but then pauses. His forehead creases as his eyes stare into the distance, clearly processing something. “If you still have memories in your dreams, it seems like there’d be a chance they could come back or could possibly be retrieved.”
“Do you really think so?” She asks, but she looks torn between enthusiasm and trepidation.
