Chapter Three
Damon
When I come home,my nostrils are assaulted by a clean, lemony scent. I look down and see that my floors have been mopped, and I notice there’s not a speck of dust on any surface. My lips tip up in a grin. My little bunny has kept kept herself busy today.
I follow the sound of the TV into the living room and stop dead in my tracks, dropping the bags in my hands to the floor, my eyes roving over the delectable sight before me, my cock instantly at full mast, pushing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
Christ.Hadley is laying curled on her side on my couch with her head facing away from the TV. Her silky hair is hanging down, falling off the front of the cushions, and her little hands are pulled up under her chin in an angelic pose as she sleeps softly, but what has my dick about to bust my zipper are the rounded globes of her ass peeking out from beneath my shirt that has ridden up high on her thighs in her sleep.
It’s the most perfect little ass I’ve ever seen in my life, and I ball my fists together to keep myself from going over to her and thrusting my cock between her cheeks. I want to slide between those perfect globes until I come all over her and smear it all over her ass, painting her as mine. Fuck her in my shirt, on my couch, in my apartment. Mine, mine, mine.
Fuck. I grit my teeth and force myself to walk away from her, leaving her innocently sleeping form undisturbed. I go into my bathroom, turn on the shower, strip down and then get under the spray, desperately jerking my swollen cock while thinking of all the filthy things I want to do to her. I’m so hard up for her, it only takes a few pumps until my breath catches and I’m blasting my spend all over the tiles.
I’d thought about her nonstop all day while I’d worked on cars. I couldn’t wait to get back home to her presence, but I’d never expected to find her the way she was.
I can’t get the image of her plump little ass out of my mind. I want to hold it in my palms and mold it to my touch, slide my fingers between her sweet thighs into her dripping wet cunt until she comes all over them. Despite the fact that I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life, my fucking cock is hardening again.
Living with her and not touching her is going to be the death of me.
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Hadley
I sit up on the couch and stretch languorously, wondering what time it is and how long I’ve been asleep. I can’t believe I even fell asleep. I never fall asleep in the middle of the day.
I stop mid-yawn when I see the bags laying on the floor. Those weren’t there when I fell asleep. I know because I cleaned the entire apartment before I dozed off while watching TV for lack of anything else to do.
Just then, Damon walks into the room from his bedroom, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
He’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and no shirt, and my question about whether he has ink on his chest too is finally answered. His entire right pec is covered by an abstract design that goes up to break at his shoulder before continuing on down his entire sleeve. Both of his arms are completely tatted, and he’s nothing but hardened muscle. There’s not an ounce of fat on him, though the slabs that are his abs are humongous. He’s wearing the thick, braided silver chain and leather necklace, and I notice that the short hair on his head is glistening like he just got out of the shower. How did he come in without me even waking up?
My cheeks heat when my eyes finally travel up to meet his. His gray eyes are regarding me humorously, and I realize he’s caught me staring at him.
“Hi,” my voice comes out breathy. “How was your day?”
He leans down and picks up the bags before walking over to sit beside me on the couch. I’m surrounded by his scent as he sits mere inches from me and hands me the bags. “It was fine,” he says, “I picked you up some things after work. I hope this is enough to get you started.”
I peek into the bags, and at a glance, I see a toothbrush, rose-scented shampoo and conditioner, a hairbrush and hairdryer, leggings, tank tops, a pair of flip flops, and a pack of sports bras and cotton panties. I blush at the thought of him picking out my underthings.
“I didn’t know your exact size, so I just got those universal sizes,” he said gruffly. “Figured you’re a small?”
I nod, imaging this big man picking out such tiny women’s clothes. The thought makes me smile. “This is more than enough. Thank you.”
He grunts by way of acknowledgement, and I look up to find his eyes on my bare thighs. I instinctively pull his shirt that I’m wearing down, and his jaw flexes before his gaze flicks down to my feet and he frowns. “Where are your bandages?”
“I had to take them off to take a shower this morning,” I say.
“Stay there,” he orders me. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks out of the room, and a moment later, he reappears with a wet washrag, a hand towel flung over his shoulder, and the salve and bandages.
“You don’t have to do that,” I begin to protest. “It’s fine. I walked on them all day.”
He silences me with a stern look before he says. “You’ve got open cuts. We don’t want them to get infected.” Then, just like last night, he proceeds to gently clean my feet before applying the salve and rewrapping them.
His hands linger on my ankles a moment before he finally pulls back and looks up at me, his gray eyes piercing me with their intensity. They’re like the gray sky on a cloudy day, rolling and full of the threat of turbulence.
“Why don’t you go change into some things that fit you?” he suggests, his voice gravelly. “Then, we’ll see about doing something for dinner.”