Tropesville

Chapter Five

Mikaela POV

I woke up to the bed dipping and feeling someone get slide under the covers with me. I froze as short grunts of effort left the man's throat as he scooted across the bed. I was in laying in my normal sleep position, foetal, with my legs curled up high, and my back to the intruder. A chest pressed against my back and I could sense his warmth through my thin cotton clothes.

An arm reached around my waist, drawing me closer to his chest, though it didn't seem possible, he was already so close. A thigh pressed against my ass and it seemed impossibly big as I felt it nudge my centre. I stifled a gasp but it was too late, whoever was holding me knew I was awake.

Warm breath tickled my neck and I heard a rumbling hum. Relief flooded through my veins, my blood ran hot, I knew that voice. A series of disjointed memories flooded into my head, Sy mad at me, Tracey taking me to her room, giving me all the gossip about the Matt, Olivia and Sy. The alcohol I had drunk with her made me forget most of the night, but there was one memory that was crystal clear. Sy had kissed me, I had kissed him back. I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering his lips, how strong they were, how his beard was both sharp and soft, and how it burned my skin yet felt so good.

"Mornin', Chicken," Sy said as he pulled my hair back exposing my neck. He leaned into me, beard scratching at me again and he laid a brief kiss on me.

"Fuck, you scared me," I said, breathing again. "I forgot where I was for a minute." I turned my head to look back at him. He was all smiles this morning, happy and bright, his blue eyes seemed to shine with mischief. I know I didn't look like that. After my efforts last night I must look a mess.

My head didn't feel too bad. I guess that's the advantage of not needing a lot of alcohol to get drunk. My stomach, however, was not happy with me. I was going to need coffee and bacon and eggs.

"How you feelin'?" Sy asked, a little smirk played on his already smiling lips.

"I'm fine, just need some breakfast," I said, but I could hear the hoarseness of my dry throat..

In a completely unexpected move, Sy leaned down and kissed my nose and said, "Wait right there." Pulling back the covers he got out of bed and walked out of the room. My eyes bulged out of my head and I couldn't keep my eyes off his powerful form clad only in his underwear. Only his underwear and he slept like that next to me? For a moment I wondered if we'd had sex, but I was wearing my pyjama's and had none of the aches or pains I expect I would have if I had sex. My God he was a big guy. I knew in theory he was a muscular and broad shouldered, but to see him, not just hints of him under his clothes, but to actually see him with his hard back strong back, his tight ass and massive thighs, actually shook me. He could easily overpower me at any time. Instead of scaring me, the thought comforted me.

I was still daydreaming when Sy walked back in holding a folder with the hotels logo on it. I barely noticed because my eyes went straight to his underwear. I had to look away, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. It was huge and it wasn't even hard. I had to try and think of something else. But nothing would come to mind and my eyes followed him as he made his way back to bed.

Sy got back in sitting up against the pillows, I rolled onto my back but stayed laying down, I wasn't quite prepared to look him in the eyes yet, knowing my cheeks would still be red. "We missed the buffet breakfast but we can order room service. Wanna take a look?"

"I just want bacon and eggs and coffee." I said. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. His face was concentrating, staring at the menu, one hand holding the folder, the other scratching his beard. His furry pecs flexed as he moved and I wanted to reach out and touch them. I bit my lip and turned away quickly before I got caught.