Syverson

Chapter Seven

Victoria

I woke up feeling warm and safe but not able to move. I was confused a moment, then looked down and saw a huge furry arm wrapped around my waist, and I remembered last night. Syverson had stayed all night. I smiled. God, he felt strong even while asleep.

"Mornin'," Sy said lazily in my ear. Not asleep then.

His arm went a little slack, and it allowed me enough movement to roll over, so I was looking at him. "Good morning." I greeted him, smiling. Sy was still fully dressed. "You slept in your jeans? That must have been uncomfortable." I smiled slyly and said, "you could have undressed, you know."

Sy chuckled and said, "I didn't for two reasons. One, I've slept in much more uncomfortable clothing and positions than I did last night. And two, I didn't think I could keep my dick away from you if I took my jeans off."

"I never said you had to." I pushed my hips against him. I could feel he was ready and kissed him. Sy kissed me softly and pulled away. He was obviously attracted to me, but his rejection was firm.

"Hold your horses, Darlin'." He said, his voice a little strained. "Let's save that for tomorrow night."

I pouted a bit but accepted it. Sy had been right about last night, after all. I probably would have resented it if he had fucked me just because I was upset.

What he did do last night was amazing. The way Sy touched me, it felt like he could read my mind. He gave me what I needed but did it his way. His natural dominance just made me weak, and now I knew he had the skills to back it up. His self-control was admirable. I don't think I'd ever been with a guy who made me orgasm and stopped without trying to get his own too. It just made me want to get him off even more. With some difficulty, I nuzzled my face into his chest, trying to be content with just breathing in his spicy scent.

I heard my phone vibrate, and Walk the Line by Johnny Cash started. I wanted to ignore my alarm and stay in Sy's arms.

"I had better..." I started, then I paused, remembering what Macca had done. I had messaged Macca almost immediately after leaving work and told him I quit. I was unemployed. "Fuck," I sighed and rolled over to get my phone.

I had 16 messages.

"You ok, Darlin'?" Sy asked.

I shrugged. With trepidation, I opened the messages. They were all from Macca. They started apologetically, then got more vicious until he was outright threatening me.

His last message was 30 minutes ago. It said simply, "I'm coming over, bitch." Fuck.

I jumped out of bed and threw Sy his shoes. "You have to go," I told him.

I pulled a robe on and went around the house, making sure Jen wasn't home. She wasn't, thank God. I didn't want her to have to deal with Macca too.

Sy came out with his shoes on. "What's going on, Vix?"

"I have to go to work," I lied, checking the back door was locked. I pulled the curtains closed.

"You quit." He said.

"I have to pick my stuff up."

"I'll come with you."

"No, it's ok. I..." I heard Macca's motorcycle. Shit. Sy looked out the window. "Don't! He will see you."

Sy looked at me like I was crazy, but he peeked carefully out. "Who's that?" He asked.

"Macca. My ex."

"What's going on, Vix?" I couldn't tell him. I looked down at my feet. Sy went on, "he looks crazier than a shit house rat. Cocaine?"

I nodded, "or meth or both."