Petros (Royal Bastards MC) by Esther E. Schmidt

Author:Esther E. Schmidt [Schmidt, Esther E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

***Kinsey***

Petros slowly sinks down on the mattress and turns off the lights. While my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can’t help but grin at the reminder of his whole face contorting with anger. Asshole. I’m so tired of hearing him talk like that.

I know he’s not a saint and I have no need to judge him or even have any say in how he needs to act but seriously…I don’t have to put up with it when I’m in this bed with him, trying to get some sleep.

“Point taken,” the frustrating man grumbles and releases a deep sigh as if this admittance ripped out a rib or something.

I will myself to sleep and ignore the way my body reacts to his and the way he feels against me along with it. Very hard. His body is all hard muscles, and I’m trying not to think about how good he feels. He’s an asshole, one only here to keep me safe while he fixes things. It’s a moment in time where I have to keep my eyes on the future.

His fingers slide through my still damp hair and I can feel his face leaning closer as he breathes me in. “You smell so fucking good.”

Ignoring him is still my goal so I can get some sleep and I try to focus on evening my breathing but it’s very difficult since he keeps sliding his fingers up and down my back, through my hair, nuzzling his face into… “Could you stop and try to sleep? It’s all very distracting.”

“I can’t,” he simply says. “You feel and smell so fucking good.”

I start to pull away. “Easy enough to solve. Let me go so I can get some space in between us.”

Suddenly I’m pinned to the mattress with his full weight pressing down as he hovers above me. “Not. Going. To. Happen.”

“You’re very annoying. Even more when you punctuate each word. Anyone ever tell you that you seem to do it a lot?” All my comment earns me is a light chuckle rumbling through his chest.

I try to shift underneath him but it’s no use, he’s too heavy and if I keep wiggling I’m sure his hard dick caged between us will slide right inside me. Shit. I whimper from the way he hits my clit when his hips rotate.

He places his forehead against mine. “When I slipped into the bed, I was dead set on not getting my cock wet. I only wanted to feel you close and get some shut eye…give you some respect and show to myself there’s more than having a woman warm my bed than easy access to her,” he swallows his next words and instead croaks out, “pussy.”

Pussy. He said pussy instead of cunt.

“I wouldn’t mind if you gained access to my pussy.” I shrug and bite my lip, hoping he will take action since said pussy is feeling needy after he played with it but didn’t let me orgasm; sexually frustrated is an understatement at this point with his hardness pressing on my clit.

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