So, its seven o'clock and I just flung my eyelids open. Brion's head is on my chest with my legs tightly wrapped around him and his arms around my waist. He's so hot.
I randomly play with his hair, putting my fingers underneath the curls.
'Brion,' I call.
'Yes, angel?' he replies. I honestly thought he was deeply sleeping.
'I want coffee. Pumpkin spice,' I say.
'One sec,' he replies, shutting his eyes again as his grip on my waist tightens.
'Brion!' I yell a little.
'Twenty minutes?' he asks.
'You know you're such a clingy child, right?' I ask.
'I'm flattered,' he replies, his voice muffled because, his lips are pressed against my bare stomach.
No, I don't wear crop tops to bed. Well, not this time. He actually pushed my shirt up.
So, we cuddle for another hour.
'Are you going to wake up or not?' I ask.
'You still want coffee?' he asks.
'I'm sure I do,' I reply, rolling my eyes. He gets up, glaring at me.
'It's eight o'clock, stupid,' I say.
'Yeah, you must be so hungry,' he says, sarcastically.
'Suck it up,' I say, connecting a blow to his perfect chest.
He grabs my waist, lifting me up to his chest.
'Look at your eyes. They look like fucking spectra,' he says, kissing me.
'I want coffee!' I whine.
He rolls his eyes, putting me on the table.
'And you know what I want?' he asks, looking into my eyes. His phone rings, interrupting him.
'Good morning, sir...' the caller starts rambling.
He stops me as I try to get off the table.
'The island you wanted to buy...' the caller says.
'Shut up, Dill,' he says, offended,'I'll call you when I'm ready.' He hangs up.
'You wanted to buy an island?' I ask. He already owns one.
'Yeah, thanks to Dill who fucking can't keep secrets,' he says, trailing kisses down my temple.
'I wanna hear more,' I hang on, as pleasure starts to take over.
'No,' he replies.
'Okay, I should be going to the bathroom then,' I say, pushing him off me.
'You're really feeling yourself, huh?' he asks, not letting go.
'Obviously,' I say, mad.
'Okay. It was supposed to be a surprise. Dill deep-sixed the whole thing,' he replies, now kissing my lips.
'A whole island, why would you do that?' I ask.
'I don't want you mad at me all summer,' he says.
'Why...s..so?' I ask as he sucks on my cleavage.
'Because I'm going to kill any dick who fucking stares at you and you know how hard it will be for them to keep their eyes somewhere else,' he replies.
'So you bought an island?' I keep asking.
'Yeah,' he answers, so engrossed in giving me hickeys.
'I wanted a typical Hawaiian summer,' I tell him.
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Bad Studmuffin
RomanceHe's bad and bloody. He can't count how many people he's killed. Plus, he's a billionaire play boy and literally owns penthouses. He mostly just can't stand relationships. If you want more than grinding coochies, your loss. The last thing Brion Ivor...
