Chapter 5
Harlow
Something massive andhard is digging into my side.Did I fall asleep outside?Blinking my eyes open, I see that I am NOT in my little hut anymore.Right, I’m back in California. Strong arms pull me close as Neo snuggles into me, tucking his face into my neck.
I freeze and stare up at the ceiling.What the fuck is going on?The only person I’ve ever allowed to sleep in my bed with me was Evie.
The longer I lay here, the less I hate it. It’s kind of... nice. But now I can't stop thinking about climbing on top of him and riding his cock until I’m cumming like a river. I mean I could...No, I gotta go see Evie.
Evie.Fuck, I’ve missed her. My belly starts to flutter with excitement, then drops with nerves. She's gonna be so pissed at me. And it's well deserved.
I try to pry Neo’s arm off me so that I can get out of bed without waking him up, but he just holds me tighter, his fingers rubbing against my abdomen.
Those fingers are deadly, sinful, and reach all the right places. They made me cum harder than I ever thought I could, hypnotizing me while he used them like a weapon covered in blood. And when he washed my hair last night, fuck, was it ever orgasmic how he massaged my scalp. I almost came again from that alone.
“Stay,” he mumbles sleepily against my neck. “Let me give you a proper wake-up,” he grins, slipping his hand down over my pussy, dipping them in once, and pulling them back out to play with my clit. “Or, you can use me for your pleasure. I won't complain,” he chuckles, grinding his rigid cock against my leg.
“Neo,” I groan, now horny and frustrated as hell. Turning to the side, I see it's already noon. I really did sleep like a bear during hibernation. At least that's what it feels like.
“Yes, babe?” he purrs sleepily. I slowly turn my head to look at his face. He has a massive grin like he knows he’s fucking with me. There's that damn word again.Babe.
The only one I’ve allowed to call me babe is Evie. Anyone else who's tried has always been pervy men who met the end of my dagger, gun, or brass knuckles, faster than they could take their next breath.
But coming from Neo in this playful, relaxed setting, it has a different feel to it. He just better not get used to it. I’ll shut that shit down fast.
“You think you're funny, don't you?” I glower at him.
“I’ve been told I’m fucking hilarious.” He grins, then his face morphs with thought. “Or was it clinically insane?” He shrugs his massive shoulders. “Doesn't matter, both work for me.”
“You’re currently doing two things that could get you stabbed,” I point out, raising a brow.
“Yet, here I am, stab free,” he says, then pulls his arm from under the pillow and holds up his bandaged hand. I almost forgot about that. He acts as if nothing happened, but I know for a fact this isn't the first time he’s gotten hurt and went on with his life as if nothing happened. They all do it. Alright, the only one I haven't seen hurt was Cass. Always time for that though.
“Is that something you're willing to risk?” I growl out.
“You're cute when you're grumpy in the morning,” he says, biting his lip.
I gape at him. “Alright, that’s it.” I rip his arm off me and storm out of bed and over to my bag.
“Oh, come on, Mistress, I'm just messing with you.” Neo pouts.
I look at him and sigh. “This is all new to me, okay? I don't know how to act... normal around guys. Because my normal is wanting to gut them like a fish for looking at me the wrong way.”
“You seem pretty chill with the guys who work for you,” he points out.
“Yeah, but they are some of my best friends.” I shrug, grabbing a shirt and slipping it on. It’s baggy and you can see my nipples through it, but today is an‘I don’t give a fuck about how I look’kinda day. Plus, I look hot in anything.
“Am I not one of your best friends? Because it seemed that way before you left,” he asks, sitting up in bed. His sculpted muscles are proudly on display as well as his cock that’s making a tent in the sheet. “Harlow. Eyes up here,” he chuckles, pointing to his face.
“Right.” I shake my head. “Yes, of course, you’re one of my best friends. But it's different now,” I say, slipping on some panties and sweatpants.
“Why, because we fuck?” He raises a brow.
“No... well kinda, but no. Because we’re... you know,” I say, not knowing what words to use.
His face slips into an amused smile. “It’s because I’m your boyfriend, isn't it? You haven't had one since Cass, eight years ago, have you?”
“What?” I gasp, narrowing my eyes at him. “No. Yes. Fuck, I don’t know, but you are not my boyfriend!” I snap.