Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles - #1) (SAMPLE ONLY)

Chapter 4

© Carey Decevito, 2015

Chapter 4

I woke up, my arm numb with the annoying sensation of pins and needles.  I was about to roll over when I realized I had something or rather someone weighing me down.

Last night's events came flooding back like a freight train on steroids.  The scent of her shampoo fluttered through the air, courtesy of my open window and my heart began to flutter.  I turned to look at Alissa who was curled up in a ball, on her side and smiled.

It wasn't a dream.

I pulled her back into my chest and she uncurled her body allowing it to lean into me.  Kissing her shoulder, I settled my head down with my cheek pressed against the back of her head, forgetting all about my dead arm and closed my eyes.

Just a bit longer.

Alissa stirred.  I groaned when she performed a small cat stretch that propelled her butt into my crotch.  The sensation made me dizzy with lust and I felt my cock harden.  I was thankful that she had rolled over onto her back so I didn't have to embarrass myself.

I smiled down at her.  "Good morning."

"Hi."  She returned my smile and rolled onto her side to hug me.  Her head pulled away as she looked up at me, her brow arched and she giggled.  "Well, someone's happy this morning."

"Ignore him."  I laughed and kissed her forehead.  Pulling her closer, she groaned.  "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just need the bathroom."

Jumping out of bed, she grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around herself before disappearing into the bathroom.

I rolled onto my back and laced my fingers behind my head, thinking of what to do for the day.  Rummaging through memories of various online conversations between us, I remembered that Alissa loved the outdoors so I figured that I'd conjure something up to do with one of our common interests.

My mind was so busy finalizing the details to my plans that I hadn't noticed her presence in the room until I felt the mattress dip beside me.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" she asked.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.  "If I told you, I'd have to kill you and I can't have that.  I like you too much."  My free hand pulled on the sheet so it fell away from her.  Quick as a cat, she bunched the material in a fist and clutched it to her chest but never made a move to tuck it back in.

"That doesn't seem like much fun."

"Exactly, hence why I'm not telling you," I said.

The glimmer of mischief filled her eyes.  "I bet I could make you spill," she said and let go of the sheet.  It pooled around her butt and thighs.  She sat there, hovering above me with dishevelled hair, her skin bared from the waist up.

I swallowed hard.  "A-and how would you do that?"

You've got to love that feminine wile and Alissa had it in spades.

She laughed and traced her fingertips over my chest, down my stomach.  "Oh, I have my ways," she said and bit down on her lower lip.  She kissed me nice and slow.  "Mmm..."  Pulling away before I had the chance to coax more out of her, she continued.  "I guess I should get ready for whatever you have planned then."

She dismissed the sheet altogether, got up and I watched those naked hips of hers sway from side to side, heading toward the bathroom once more.

I groaned and sat up.  "Tease."