37. Lilah
37
LILAH
I shot upright, disoriented, my heart pounding.
It took me a minute to realize I was in Nolan’s room, Nolan naked under the covers next to me.
Except we weren’t alone. The door was open, Jude standing in the doorframe with a grin on his face. It took me a second to figure out why: he’d caught me in bed with Nolan.
And he was staring at my naked tits.
I clawed at the blankets on the bed, desperately trying to cover myself. “What the fuck, Jude?”
“Sorry,” he said. “I mean, I’m not sorry I got to see your tits — congratulations by the way — but I’m sorry I scared you.”
“Dude, what the fuck do you want?” Nolan groaned.
He stroked my back and lust sparked to life in my body. Was this how it was going to be now? I was going to be horny all the time because I knew what I was missing?
I hated it here.
“Storm sent an email. She wants us to come to Breakers, says she has something to show us,” Jude said.
My breath caught. I’d given up on Storm after she said she was stumped.
“Damn,” Nolan said. “Really?”
“Really. Get your ass out of bed.” Jude looked at me. “You too, boss.”
He shut the door behind him and I fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
Dammit.
Nolan leaned over and bent to kiss me. He slipped his tongue between my lips and I pulled away in protest.
“I probably have morning breath,” I said.
“Your breath is perfect.” His hand slid under the covers, palming my tit, pinching my nipple before traveling over my stomach. “Like the rest of you.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to get in my pants again.” Why did my voice sound breathy?
His hand slipped between my thighs and he stroked through the folds of my cunt with his fingers. “You’re not wearing pants.”
“We have to go,” I told him. “Jude said?— ”
Nolan rolled on top of me and raw hunger roared to life in my body. His dick was hard and nudging against the opening to my pussy, and yeah, I was sore, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more.
“Fuck Jude,” Nolan said, capturing my mouth into another kiss.