Bryce by Alex Wolf

Author:Alex Wolf [Wolf, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

BRYCE

When I wake up, it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck, in the best way possible. Damn, I haven’t been this sore in a while. I can’t remember how many orgasms either one of us had last night. By far, it was the greatest sex of my life.

I glance around. There are pillows on the floor and the comforter is somewhere with them. The best part is when my eyes land on her, right next to me, snuggled up in my bed. The room I wake up in every day is different with her in it for sure, and yet, strangely comfortable at the same time.

I roll onto my side, careful not to wake her up. There’s something special about this moment, just watching her sleep, my first time spending the night with her. She looks so peaceful, with nothing to fight, no chip on her shoulder. I wonder what she’s dreaming about. The morning light filters through the closed blinds, landing on her hair and making it radiant like fanned-out platinum. I resist the impulse to brush a strand away from her forehead.

What the hell is happening to me? I’ve never experienced this before, and I’ve woken up next to plenty of women. This is totally different, though. It’s like this was always destined to happen, no matter how hard both of us fought it. The concept of fate, a deterministic future—I always dismissed it as bullshit. Imagine that; a control freak who doesn’t believe life is out of his control.

I think Brenna Smith is making me a believer.

My stomach quickly reminds me I didn’t eat last night.

As careful as possible, I slip out of bed and let her sleep. She snorts a little when I do it, rolling from her stomach to her back and throws an arm over her head. She would hate me watching her like this, but I don’t give a damn. She’s perfect.

I tiptoe around then head downstairs. Once I’m in the kitchen, I fire up a pot of coffee and pull out a pan from under the counter.

By the time the coffee is ready and there’s bread in the toaster, I hear footsteps on the stairs. She’s walking slowly, and pretty sure it has something to do with the reason my body is sore all over too. I make sure to have a smirk waiting for her as I face the other direction, because her reaction is no doubt going to be priceless.

I turn to look at her when I hear her clearing her throat.

Holy goddamn.

How am I not supposed to get hard looking at what’s standing in front of me?

Breakfast is an afterthought now, and I won’t be surprised if the toast burns, nor do I give a single fuck. She’s standing there in one of my T-shirts, looking sexier than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. Her hair is piled up on top of her head in one of those messy buns, and my shirt is more like a short dress.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.