Page 38 of Stag

“Night, love. Hey, at least if I snore, you won’t care.”

Chapter Fifteen

It was weird as hell, amazing, but weird. When I woke up, she was pressed tight against me, her body practically wrapped around my side, her knee dangerously close to the thing I didn’t want her to know had been present when I fell asleep too. It was so fucking arousing having her so close, her soft breaths tickling my neck, her hand pressed up under my t-shirt, which had twisted and tangled beneath me, like we’d both moved around in our sleep and writhed together like… fuck’s sake. Don’t think sex things. Think things that’ll turn me off.

Why was nothing coming to mind?!?! FUCK!

It was shameful for this to be the first time I woke up with a woman beside me, but it was, and it was as beautiful as it was terrifying. I had to get out of the bed before she realised we were so entwined, and I was so fucking hard. Sure, she was the one wrapped around me, but my arm was looped around her too. It was such a dilemma. I considered the ‘hug and roll’ technique from Friends, but that hadn’t worked so well for Chandler, so instead I tried tentatively moving closer to the edge of the small bed, and she simply sighed, her fingers flexing against my stomach, and holy shit, that was going to make me harder. My body wanted hers so badly. I wanted her on every possible level, and right now we were in the same damn bed. I mean, my jeans were giving me an epic wedgie, but she was draped over me, so my focus was really more on the soft breasts resting against my side and the leg looped over mine, resting between them, as if she’d been trying to slide up against my junk.

The sudden rumble and roar of heavy equipment outside made me curse, as it vibrated through the ground, and Claudia woke with a start. The fact that she couldn’t hear, but could feel things as intensely as if she heard them, was fucking incredible to watch.

“They started work,” I said when her eyes fixed on my lips. She swallowed, nodding slowly, her head barely lifted from the pillow, her fingers and leg still encroaching into areas I really wanted them in, while simultaneously bricking it in case she realised there was an epic boner so close to her.

She started to move, and her knee flexed dangerously close to my balls, making me flinch.

She froze, her fingers digging into my stomach as she stared at my lips again. The hardest part about this whole thing was having to remember that she’s looking at my lips to hear me, not because she wants me.

“Need the bathroom,” I said in a rush, trying to explain away my reaction, and get her away from my junk before she realises I’m lying.

“Oh.” She eased away from me, nearly toppling out of the stupid damn bed. I caught her arm, just as she started to tilt away.

“Sorry. The bed in the new clubhouse will be a double.” Why the fuck was I telling her that? She didn’t need to know that. I wasn’t banking on this being something other than this one night, but it was going to sound that way. I wanted it more than I could say, but I didn’t want her to think I was making those assumptions.

“You okay here, while I run and use the facilities? I’ll shower, then I can wait outside while you use them.”

She nodded, and curled up in place when I slid out of the bed, carefully keeping my front facing away from her so she wouldn’t have to see what a fucking dog I was. I grabbed underwear and a towel and legged it.

Outside, I practically ran past the brothers who’d arrived to start work, the noisy fuckers, and ignored Micro as he called out to say hi, and didn’t breathe properly until I closed and locked the door on the shower cubicle. It was pretty shitty, but we’re a bunch of men getting dirty with building work, and it’s the best option for us.

I stripped off, and set the water running, knowing I couldn’t shower for long, or I’d use too much water. It was hooked up to one of the water mains, but if I stayed in here too long they’d all think I was jerking off anyway. Hell. I glanced down at my rigid cock. If I didn’t, he’d stay like this, and she’d notice.

I wrapped my hand around it, as warm water cascaded down on me, an almost pained hiss leaving my lips as heat enveloped my cock, and it jerked in response, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.

I was embarrassingly close, but hell, I was a pro at jerking off, so I smoothed my hand over it a few times, then started pulling and tugging harder, giving myself the vigorous friction I needed to get off. I closed my eyes, picturing Claudia, sweet and sleepy as she gazed at me in my bed. In my mind, I imagined her hand sliding down, no jeans in the way this time, her fingers sliding over my flesh, teasing my cock, rimming the head. Fuck. This is what I needed. Get this out of my system and I’d be able to function. For at least an hour.

Jesus. I was jerking harder and my breaths were rasping out of me as I imagined her laying back and pulling me on top of her, her breasts jiggling as I thrust deep and started fucking her.

Holy fuck! Like I said, embarrassingly close. I washed myself down fast, making sure I didn’t leave any cum on the shower wall, which is more than I can say for some of the other fuckers here.

Outside, I used the other hut, and then hurried back to the tent. When I got there, I was shocked to find another fucking biker inside with her. With my fucking woman!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Henley turned to grin at me, and that’s when I realised two things. She was fully dressed still, thank god, and his hands were in the air, and had been flying as he spoke. He was fucking signing. He was talking to her in a way I couldn’t yet, and that was pissing me off more than I’d ever imagined he could.

“I was just saying hi,” he said with a wry grin, lowering his hands as he scrutinised my expression. What did he see? Anger? Jealousy? The pure desire to punch that look off his face? Any look off his face?

“Jesus, brother. It’s all good. I popped in to speak to you, and met Claudia instead.” I noticed he was speaking with his face angled so she could read his lips too.

“How do you know all this?” I asked gesturing at him, only vaguely remembering that I was wearing just my jeans, holding the dirty t-shirt and underwear, and the wet towel from the shower.

“Deaf relative,” he said vaguely, turning that smile on again for Claudia. Why was he smiling at her like that? He had his own damn woman.

His hands flew rapidly, and she giggled, and then he was leaving, and I was wondering what the fuck he just said about me. He said something bad, right? Of course he did.

He stopped in the entrance to the tent. “Oh, I just remembered what I came to tell you. There’s some crazy bitch at the gate in a car, who’s apparently been here for hours. Says she’s here for her sister.”

Oh fuck. I exchanged a horrified look with Claudia, and she reluctantly retrieved her phone, switching it back on, and grimacing as it started buzzing with messages as soon as it was fully awake.

I tossed my dirty clothes in the corner, and followed Henley outside.