Get Your Rocks Off? (The Rock God #2) by K E Osborn

Author:K E Osborn [Osborn, K E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

My head is throbbing and my mouth is dry as I lick my lips and swallow hard. I feel God awful, but I guess that’s what copious amounts of alcohol will do to you. Colt is snoring softly into my ear while he spoons me from behind wrapping himself around me tightly. We spent most of the early morning hours making love while our friends and family all partied on downstairs. I fell asleep before the music even turned off, so God only knows how long they all stayed up for. I feel bad for not being a good host and staying down with everyone for our stag and hens party, but once Colt showed me a glimpse of his dominant side I was out for the count. He makes me weak, everything Colt does makes me need him, it’s not a matter of wanting him, but an actual chemical connection we have. It’s like we’re drawn to each other and every molecule in our bodies are magnetised to each other. So like I said it’s a need, not a want to be with him. He catches his breath as he snores and he stirs slightly. His hand moves from my waist up my stomach and to my breast.

I smile as he squeezes it gently and then starts to snore again slightly. I giggle to myself, even asleep his hand is still attracted to my boobs. I look up at the clock to see it’s eight in the morning. I figure everyone will still be sleeping off their hangovers so I place my hand over Colt’s on my breast and close my eyes willing the world to stop spinning.

Bang.

My eyes fly open to the sound of something crashing followed by giggling and people shushing each other. Once my heart rate settles from the shock I smile at the sounds coming from downstairs. I think whoever is awake down there is still drunk. I look over at the clock and it’s now eleven. Colt’s hand hasn’t moved from my breast and I giggle as I interlock my fingers with his. He stirs and yawns loudly as he groans, I guess from the inevitable headache he will have. His lips connect with my neck gently and I nuzzle into him.

“Morning baby,” he says and then groans as his hand shoots to his head.

I chuckle to myself and roll over facing him. He looks pale and sleepy. Maybe even a slight shade of green.

“Morning,” I say and lean in kissing his lips softly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a worker's van and impaled by metal tubing,” I joke, but instantly Colt’s eyes widen as his hand rushes to my stomach.

“What’s wrong are you okay? Is your stomach hurting?” he asks sounding panicked and I immediately feel bad for my inappropriate joke. It’s obviously too soon for him.

“No Colt, I’m fine, sorry I was trying to make a joke. I just mean that I feel like shit. Hung over kind of shit. My stomach is fine other than it being a little seedy.

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