Beat Of His Own Drums (Band Of Brothers Book 2) by Ann Lister

Author:Ann Lister [Lister, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Simon woke first with a bladder that needed attention. He was lying on his side and about to slide from the bed when he realized an arm held him cemented in the center of the mattress–a strong, finely muscled arm, which belonged to a man, to be more specific. There was a brief moment of panic that shot through his head as he tried to remember the events of the night before. Then he glanced over his shoulder and took in the sleeping form of Dakota, and everything inside him turned soft and warm.

Everything turned soft, that is, with the one major exception of the appendage between his legs. That particular piece of equipment was rock hard from the need to piss, but now that he'd seen Dakota curled against his back, his cock was beginning to get other ideas. First things first, though, and that meant a trip to the bathroom.

“Stay and keep me warm,” Dakota mumbled as Simon tried to ease free of his grip.

“I gotta piss,” Simon answered. “I'll be right back.”

“Yeah, me too,” Dakota said as he rolled onto his back.

Simon smiled at the big tent Dakota's morning wood had pitched beneath the thin sheet. “If you don't want to wait for my bathroom, there's a small one off of the kitchen by the entrance to the music room,” Simon explained. Dakota bolted from the bed and was already at the bedroom door when Simon stepped into the master bathroom. He moved in front of the toilet and pissed, then went to the sink to wash up and brush his teeth. It was while finger-combing his hair that he first noticed his reflection in the mirror. The ridiculous smile stretching his lips and the whole general lightness about his expression had Simon doing a double take at the image looking back at him.

He never smiled like this and he certainly didn't walk around with a sappy expression on his face, which looked like it had been permanently sculpted to stay that way. What the fuck was going on with him? He heard the sigh of relief coming from his bedroom as Dakota flopped back down onto the mattress after returning from the other bathroom. The sounds Dakota made pulled his attention back to the man. Dakota was the cause behind the changes Simon felt within himself, and he was, most definitely, the reason why his face seemed to be lit up like a fucking holiday greeting card these days. It was all Dakota's fault that he felt this kind of happiness.

Simon's eyes bounced back to the mirror again. He was still grinning like a fool, and after careful consideration, he could reasonably identify the emotion he was drowning in as being pure elation. I am truly happy–I'm happy with myself, and I'm certainly happy being with Dakota.

“Hey, stud,” Dakota called out to him. “Did you fall asleep on the toilet? Hurry up and get your ass back to bed. I'm horny!”

Jesus, hearing Dakota say those things made Simon's smile grow even wider and his dick twitch excitedly.

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