22
Sebastian
It was three in the morning and I had maybe slept an hour. Kenzie was currently letting out a sound like someone was trying to start an old lawn mower over and over. First came the rip cord sound, then the ragged, raspy noise of an engine that desperately needed oil.
She snored, but not in a dainty, gentle sort of way. She snored like a fucking cartoon character on steroids. Of course she snored.
She also sweated more than usual, hummed to herself for almost the entire flight, and she was always in a rush. The woman was maddening.
I rolled to my side, trying to cup my pillow around my head to dampen the noise, but I could feel the vibrations in my chest.
After several hours of suffering, I decided I needed to do something about it. I got off the couch and walked up to her side. Maybe if I got her to wake up and change positions, she’d stop being so loud. “Kenzie,” I said.
“Mmm, Sebastian,” she moaned in reply.
I frowned down at her. The snoring stopped for a moment, then her mouth fell open and she sucked in another throat-rattling snore. I blinked slowly, shaking my head. “Kenzie. You’re snoring.”
“Mmm,” she said. One of her hands limply slapped to her chest and cupped her breast, through the thin workout shirt she’d been wearing. I saw her nipples were hard and pressing visibly through the fabric. “You’re the boring one,” she muttered.
Was she fucking with me? “You’re snoring,” I repeated. “Loud. I can’t sleep.”
“Then do it, daddy. Give it to me like you want.”
I stared in disbelief. “Kenzie,” I snapped, louder this time.
Her eyes finally fluttered open. Her hair was a wild mess around her. She blinked, clearly confused, and then she flinched back in fear, then made a few slow-motion swatting attacks in my direction. She slapped me on the stomach, the thigh, and then her hand landed directly on my cock. With a pang of annoyance, I realized I was already halfway hard, and she’d definitely know exactly what she was touching.
I tried to move back, but her hand squeezed tight on me, locking me in place. My half-erection was rapidly going full mast, and I suddenly wished I’d just left things alone.
Awareness was washing over her features and her eyes fell to her hand, which I was trying to delicately pry from my cock. “Penis,” she whispered. “Penis!” She gasped, louder this time as she jerked her hand back. “Oh my God. Why is it so big?” she said, sitting up and inching back in the bed. She pulled her blankets up over her chest. “Were you perving on me while I slept?”
“No,” I gritted. “You were snoring like a rusted chainsaw. I was trying to get you to keep it down.”
“By bashing me over the head with that club you call a penis?” she asked.
I clenched my teeth. “By trying to wake you. And then you were moaning about something until you grabbed my cock.”
“Was it hard before or after I grabbed it?” Her eyes went narrow.
“Forget it,” I said, throwing up a hand in frustration. I went back to the couch and pulled the blankets up. “I just can’t believe you actually snore that loud.”
“I told you I have allergies.”
“Have you ever heard of Claritin? Flonase? I’m surprised your entire building hasn’t signed a petition to have you evicted by now.”
“Rude,” she said, more quietly this time. “I’ve heard of them. But do you realize how much that crap costs?”
I had no idea, but I planned to find out tomorrow.
By the time morning rolled around, I guessed I’d scrapped together only two hours of sleep. I felt groggy, cranky, and more irritable than usual. Kenzie stretched her arms overhead and let out a contented sigh when I woke her after my shower. She seemed to realize she was giving me an eyeful of her breasts a moment later and suddenly curled in on herself, cheeks going pink.
“Did I really snore that loud?”
“Yes,” I said flatly.
“Sorry,” she said. The sass I’d gotten from her last night was all but gone. She also looked better than she had any right to look with her hair messy and her cheeks still a little red. Her face was puffed up from sleep, but it was a good look on her. She looked fresh and pure, and nothing like the creature that could produce the sounds that had kept me awake all night. “I can try to find a different place to sleep tomorrow night. Maybe someone else’s room has a couch or something.”
“No,” I blurted. “I don’t want you bunking with any of them.”
“Why not?” she asked sweetly. I could see she knew exactly why, but she wanted to hear it.
“Because,” I said simply.
Kenzie shook her head and threw off the blankets. She had stood before she seemed to remember she wasn’t wearing any pants.