Page 32 of Carnage
“You’re welcome.”
He closes his eyes, and within a few minutes, his breathing softens. It’s nice that he feels safe enough with me to lower his defenses and finally get some sleep.
Tomorrow, I’ll need to come up with an action plan about Leon. I doubt Shadow will have any issue letting me go rogue on this one, but I need to get it approved just the same. Once Leon is out of the picture, Rue should feel safe enough to move on with his life.
It’s nice knowing I can be helpful to him in this way. Rue is sweet and definitely alluring, but the last thing he needs is another man leering at him. I chuckle to myself as I close my eyes. I finally have a hot man in my bed and I can’t do a damn thing about it.
The next time my eyes open, my phone is buzzing and I’m hot. There’s a very warm body wrapped around me like an octopus, and it takes a second for me to remember why.
Rue.
Carefully, I grab my phone from the nightstand and open the Murder Buddies chat.
Phantom: Breakfast is served.
My stomach grumbles on cue, and Rue stirs, his soft hair tickling my ribs. I need to piss, and I definitely need to eat, but I don’t want to disturb him.
As carefully as possible, I try to scoot out from under him, but he murmurs and holds on tighter. That’s when I realize his mouth is latched onto my skin right under my arm on my ribs and he’s gently sucking my flesh. Interesting.
A little too interesting for my dick. It swells uncomfortably, trapped by the thick material of my sweats, making me want to tear my skin off for some relief from all this stimulus. I have no choice but to wake Rue.
“Rue, I need to get up.”
“Mmm.” His murmur vibrates through me, sending tendrils of heat snaking down my body, heading straight for my cock. “Noooo.”
I chuckle, dragging my hand through his soft hair. “I really need to pee.”
He stirs, tilting his head and blinking his eyes open. As soon as he focuses, he gasps, scooting away quickly.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
“S’okay.” I slide out of bed and hurry to the bathroom before he can see what his morning cuddles have done to me.
I piss and splash cold water on my face, and when I come back out, Rue is sitting on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not a freak, I swear.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you were.”
“I was dreaming and you were there and it was very confusing.”
“It’s okay, Rue. Really. No harm done.”
He lowers his hands and looks up at me, his eyes zeroing in on my torso. “Shoot.”
“What?”
“I, um, I left a mark.”
I look down, lifting my arm to see the red spot where he was sucking my skin. Hmm. That’s kind of hot, not gonna lie.
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. You think I’m weird now, and I violated your personal space.” He smacks his forehead and I pull my head back.
“Hey, don’t do that.” I walk over and sit next to him. “I’m not weirded out and you didn’t offend me. You were sleeping. It’s totally fine.”
