Tread

October 31

Four A.M. hits with the alarm clock from Hell. My phone vibrates with the ferocity of a wiggling snake under my sheets, a soft sound starting from its speakers and rising to a shrill peak. I toss the thing and it lands on the carpet with a thud, still vibrating and spitting out that annoying jingle. Pure exhaustion keeps me from grabbing a hammer and breaking the piece of glass and metal.

Running a hand over my face, I contemplate fifteen more minutes of lying in bed and pretending I'm asleep. But I remember the day and its significance and how perfect I want to make this for my mom.

I shift to get up, but a warm, heavy arm tugs me back into an even warmer, heavier body. "Fifteen more minutes," Leo mutters into my hair.

"I can't. I have to wake up my mom," I whisper, pushing Leo's arm off my side. He pulls me back into him, and shifts so his erection nestles between my panty-less butt cheeks. Panty-less because he'd torn them off and tossed them somewhere in the room last night.

I tried a different strategy. "If my mom wakes up and comes in here—"

"Shh," he mutters sleepily, hooking my leg over his hip, and parting my lips with his fingers. He strokes once, twice, groaning, "Always so wet." Then he's inside of me.

I gasp, clutching at his wrist. It's not that it hurts, but it's unexpected. Burying my face in the arm I'd used as my pillow, I press my lips into his flesh to keep from moaning too loudly. Or screaming. Definitely from screaming. Leo nips my shoulder, rolling his hips lazily, thumb and forefinger reaching up to pinch my nipple before slipping back down to toy with my clit.

"My mom—"

"Can get a few more minutes of sleep. It's her wedding day after all," he says around a yawn, never faltering his rhythm.

I want to fight with him, want to tell him how having sex today of all days is really bad. My mother couldn't have planned a simple wedding or an easy day. Instead of breaking up the festivities and having her engagement party and bachelorette party weeks or even days before like I begged he to do, she's having it all on the same day. Different times. As her maid of honor, I have to be at every one.

"Leo," I warn, peeking over his arm to the clock beside my bed.

He chuckles, nips my earlobe, and continues to ignore me.

At first, it had been strange to have him staying in the same room I'd grown up in with Helmi just down the hall. I'd offered to share with my mom since Damien was playing the old-fashioned card and not seeing his bride before the wedding, but Leo vetoed that idea and in perfect bossy fashion declared we were sleeping together. In front of his daughter and my mother. Over dinner.

Mortified didn't begin to describe how I felt, but I also didn't argue with him. Not with the stress of work and school and my mother. I'd needed the help Leo was offering, especially if it was in the form of mind-numbing orgasms.

Reaching down, I cover Leo's hand and guide his fingers around my clit. My fingers slip lower, to the place where we're joined and I feel his cock entering me, stretching me in the best way.

In the next second he shifts, bracing himself above me, spreading my legs wide and thrusting deep. "Jumalauta," Leo groans, lifting my ass up and angling for a deeper, harder fucking that leaves me gasping, trying and failing to stifle my moans.

"S-Stop," I whisper desperately, pushing at his chest. "I'm going to come and I can't—"

"Come," Leo grits, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling back, baring my throat. His lips and teeth and fingers mark me as his words sear me, "Give your all to me."