The Life Of A Crazy Girl And Her 10 Brothers

The Morning After

It's fucking hot, was my first thought as I slid into consciousness.

My shirt stuck to me and my legs felt clammy as oppressive heat shrouded me. When I opened my eyes, I blanched. What the fuck.

One, I was in the bed with Seth. Two, he was practically wrapped around me.

How the fuck did this happ— Oh damn. Memories of last night filled my mind and I wanted to roll under the bed, never to be seen again. I'm leaving; I have to go, I need some time to recover and process.

However, leaving proved to be more difficult than I expected.

I was tucked under Seth's chin, facing his chest with one of his arms wrapped around me. The problem was, I was tucked all the way into his chest, and he was basically wrapped around me.

When I began to move away, he shifted a bit but didn't wake. Okay, so far, so good. I moved out from under him a bit more. I was now far enough to watch his expressions and I watched him as I lifted his arm slowly. Just as I was about to slide out from under him altogether, his brows wrinkled and he pulled his arm from my grasp before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back to the same spot with a sigh.

What the hell. All my hard work went down the drain, just like that. It's fine, just be patient.

Patience was not one of my skillsets though. It had only been fifteen seconds before I was trying again, exact same steps. I got further this time, rolling away before a hand latched onto my wrist and I was tumbling back to him again.

"Stop trying to leave," he rumbled as he tucked my head back into his chest, this time wrapping a leg around me too. His hand drifted down to my waist and landed on the exposed skin there.

I stiffened as a shiver rushed through me. Oh nah, I gotta go. I immediately started squirming away, but was held in place by his arm and leg. After a brief but intense struggle, he ended up on his back and I was straddling him, his hands on my hips to hold me in place.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to squirm out of his grip, but I was locked in place.

"Why do you always try to run from me?" he asked, voice still rough with sleep.

I sensed he was talking about things outside of the current situation, but I squirmed harder and after a couple seconds of struggle, his eyes widened and his breath hitched. His grip weakened and I saw my chance, but the grip returned.

"Stop moving," he gritted out.

As with my nature, I ignored him and kept moving until he threw his head back and arched into me.

My eyes widened. There was something large, very large, brushing under me. Seth looked at me, violently flushed with ruffled hair and something twitched within me. If I had a dick, I'd be hard. Experimentally, I shifted a bit and he groaned. A circle of my hips had his grip on my hips turning bruising.

I slid down to look and I gasped. "What the hell is that?!" There was a third fucking leg in his shorts. It strained against the shorts like it was about to jump out at me.

"Stop staring at it," he groaned.

"How? It's literally looking at me!"

"Shut up!" he laughed.

I brushed a knuckle against the tent and he flinched and his hand shot out, clenching on my wrist.

"Avy," his intense eyes pinned me to my spot, "you already know how I feel about you," he warned. "Don't start unless you're willing to go further."

My breath caught in my chest. For once, I didn't know what to say or do.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded.

He let out a deep breath. "Good. I'm just going to go to the bathroom; I'll be out in a moment." He gently shifted me off his legs before leaving me to stare as he waddled to the bathroom.

It took a moment for me to come out of my stupor. What the hell was that? Not wanting to dwell on things any longer, I crept out of his bed, eyes on the door and I slipped out of his room.