Page 57 of Below The Surface
An alarm goes off somewhere and I gasp awake. Where the fuck am I? It takes a few seconds to remember that I’m at Kay’s place.
I’m still fully dressed and can’t remember what the fuck we did after talking to Clayton.
Kay grumbles and wiggles to turn around and stop the alarm. “Thirty more minutes,” he mumbles and settles back into my arms.
Fuck. He feels so right. He snuggles close. It’s almost hard to breathe, but I suck in his sweet scent. It’s like peaches and vanilla with a hint of chai. Why does he smell like this? I want to just bury my nose in his throat and breathe.
Again, he’s fully dressed. Granted, it’s a pale pink pj short set. The shirt rises up his stomach, putting his abs on display. He’s so soft and vulnerable like this. The chaotic energy still sleeping. I enjoy this side of Kay as much as the chaos.
My eyes droop and I must fall asleep again because the alarm goes off, startling me.
“No!” Kay says and fiddles with his phone. “Too early.” Then he looks to me. “Do you have anything going on today that we need an alarm for?”
I look to the ceiling and think. “Not that I know of? But Hayden usually keeps the schedule.”
Kay flops down on his side. “Well, he can come look for you if he needs you to wake up. I’m setting an alarm for 9am.”
I nod and pull him back into my arms. “Surprised you aren’t begging for my cock.”
“Too sleepy for that. It’s been a lot of long nights since we met.” He yawns and I just tug him closer.
“Sleep, darlin’. Just sleep.”
He rubs his head on my chest and throws a leg over mine, claiming me. “I never get to cuddle.” It’s so soft I wonder if I made the words up.
“Sleep. I’m right here.”
“I failed last night. Got too tired. Couldn’t continue on.”
I don’t even know if he realizes he’s still talking. He settles when I run my hand down his back a few times. I don’t know what he means about failing last night. Surely he was here with me?
It’s too perfect laying here with Kay in my arms. I yawn and let sleep take me again.
When I wake again, it’s alone. The sheets are cold around me. Where the fuck did Kay go and why didn’t he wake me up? I check my phone and it’s barely past 8am. Where the heck did he go?
I push to my feet and find my bag of clothes on top of a dresser that looks like a huge treasure chest. Totally fits the whole underwater vibe Kay has going on.
I grab a change of clothes and throw them over my shoulder. Should probably shower. I find Kay in the kitchen with Ken and Hayden.
“Uh, hi.” I wave for some reason.
“He lives,” Hayden says. “We’re waiting on cinnamon rolls. Still have some time, though.” He looks longingly at the oven.
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower then.”
Kay walks around the kitchen island and throws his arms around my neck. “You looked so peaceful. I hated to wake you.” He drops a kiss to my chin before letting me go. “You’re welcome to anything in the bathroom. Washrags and towels are in the cabinet behind the door. Fresh soap there too.”
I nod and head back to the bathroom. I almost wish Kay would sneak in while I’m washing up and take a little bit extra time, just to see if he does. But Kay stays away. Maybe Hayden’s cock blocking me by being here. Or maybe it’s Ken? Who knows, but it’s fine. I don’t need to get freaky in the shower. I could jerk myself off, but after having Kay’s perfect lips on me, I don’t wanna go solo again for a while if I can help it.
They’re just pulling the cinnamon rolls from the oven as I join everyone again.
“Kay says it’s a recipe he and Ken perfected over the years,” Hayden says. He’s practically bouncing in his seat like Kay does. It’s as if his fear from yesterday washed away and I have to wonder if Kay or Ken said anything to help ease his anxiety.
“So,” Kay says as he plops a huge gooey, drowning in icing, cinnamon roll on a plate in front of me. “I have a couple of leads on the roses and it should be dealt with shortly.”
Hayden goes pale. “Good to hear.”
Kay pats Hayden’s hand. “I got you.”
