Sit (The Shores Book 1) by Allie York

Author:Allie York [York, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Harris

I was being one bold motherfucker, but I had the chance to wake up next to her, so I was going to take it, even if there was no sex. After one date and one ‘take your girlfriend to work day’, I was ready to sell my soul to Ozma. As fiery and badass as she liked to come across, she was so innocent, and I loved that about her.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to my front, smelling her hair and getting hard as hell pressed against her. I was too tired to make a move, but my cock didn’t get the memo. Ozma seemed more like the slow and steady type, so I wasn’t going to push her. My cock, however, didn’t get the memo. It took more self-control than I ever would have given myself credit for to not roll her under me and fuck her senseless.

Ozma took my hand wrapped around her waist and fiddled with my fingers, “Harris,” She sounded breathless and tired. I grumbled something resembling a yes, “I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Yes.” It was loud and clear that time.

“Were you going to inform me?” She rolled onto her back and I nuzzled into her nose with mine.

“I did, when I introduced you to Layla. If you have a problem with it, you’re going to need to wait until I’m more awake,” I felt my own voice dragging with fatigue.

“As long as we take things slow, I think I can accept that title,” She kissed my nose, leaning against me. Slow wasn’t a word I wanted when it came to Ozma, but her wish was my command. I was lucky enough for her to put up with me, so I would go as slow as she wanted, “I just haven’t done this before. So, be patient with me.” I let that sink in and nodded. Between her being vague and me being tired, I wasn’t sure what I had just agreed to, but it could all be sorted in the morning. Her breathing evened out into slow, shallow breaths, and I let myself fall asleep next to her.

I did not wake up next to Ozma; instead, I woke up to a cold, empty bed and the smell of coffee. My alarm was buzzing annoyingly somewhere, making me groan and cover my head. No, it was my phone ringing, not the alarm. I scrambled out of bed to grab my phone from my bag, tripping in my blindness, and nearly face-planting into the wall.

“Harris Oswin,” I slumped back on to the bed, groping for my glasses and sliding them on. I didn’t even check the caller ID.

“Hey, I wasn’t sure how late you wanted to sleep, but didn’t want to wake you up either. I guess I woke you up. I’m so sorry. Anyway, I set the coffee pot for noon, but it stays on for two hours. Go back to bed,” Ozma’s sweet voice hit my ears and my morning wood throbbed.

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