Queen of Aces (Rebel Kings MC 1)

Five

Nyla

Warm.

Nice, calm, soothing warm.

My heart thumps in my ear as I snuggle into the bed. A soft sigh escapes my lungs as I slowly drift back to sleep. A soft vibration slips over my cheek, and my body feels like it's sleeping on the comfiest cushion.
I don't remember it being this comfortable before. Maybe I was more emotionally tired ontop of physically

Warm. I feel warm.

"Geez Little Darlin' didn't know you liked me that much" Aces husky morning voice vibrating through my body.

I squeal, like a 16 year old girl who had just seen Justin Bieber, and recoil.
Oh. My. God.

I cuddled him. In my sleep I cuddled him. Like some Stage five clinger. Jesus Christ.

My recoil has him in a fit of laughter. Trying to calm me he reachs out and gently grabs my forearm. As soon as his warm but callous hands touch my skin it tingles all over.
"Don't fucking touch me" Snatching my arm away I glare at him and slide off him as fast as humanly possible. I was well and truly tangled with him.

My front pressed to his side with my face resting right across his heart with my hands wrapped around his waist and my legs tangled with his. The warmth of his thigh pressed beween my legs up against my sex had me squirming at the thought.

No, stop it. Bad Nyla.

The missing sensation of warmth all over my body sent a strange sense of loss through my chest. Weird.

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine this morning" Aces laughs raising an arm to rest under he head on his pillow. He's only in boxers again.

"Bite me!" I snap reefing the duvet off, the cool air nipping at my previously warm skin.

"Don't tempt me baby girl. I might just do it one day" he snorts raking his fingers through his ruffled chocolate hair. He reaches across grabbing the duvet and yanks it back to him so it sits across low on his crotch. His muscles flexing and coiling as the simple moment pulls my attention.
Fuck this man is a specimen.

Don't look. Dont look.
Don't. Fucking. Look.

....Yea I looked.

He's sporting morning wood.
Sweet baby Jesus is he sporting morning wood.

"Wanna take a picture babe? I don't mind."

"Fuck you" I snarl

"You wish babe" he laughs unfazed. What is it with him.

"Ya know I didn't take you for a cuddler Little Darlin'" he adds looking at me with a smug smirk.

I glare at him sliding as quickly as my legs with let me up and off the marshmallow of a mattress. A pang of sadness hits me as I wish I could lay back down.

He was comfy though.
Get a grip, he's the enemy.

I stomp off to the bathroom yanking the door open so hard I'm surprised the shitty old handle doesn't fly right off. Maybe then I could throw it at his fucking perfect face.

So unfair.

Catching a glimpse of my reflection I gasp, horrified. It looked like a bird created a family in my hair. Snatching the brush off the counter I brush through the ends trying to wrangle the mess.