Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
“Bunny,” a low, muffled mumble reached me in my sleep. I groaned and turned in bed to peek at my digital clock. The blazing red numbers informed me it was two in the morning. “Nina.” The call served to yank me fully out of sleep. The doorknob jiggled. “Please, open it.”
Disorientation muddled my brain, and I rubbed my eyes.
What was Samuel doing here so late?
He mumbled nonsensically again. I scooted off my bed with my phone in hand and shuffled my feet into my slippers.
I could call the cops . . . but I didn’t want him in trouble.
Caine, I could call him . . . but I didn’t know his number.
I scowled down at the additional fifty phone calls I’d received since I’d fallen asleep.
“Bunny.” He begged.
My heart clenched and I closed my eyes.
“Nina,” he mumbled.
Ugh. Gosh. I clicked my nightstand lamp on and rushed to the door.
Upon opening it, a heavy mass fell forward, and his entire weight wrapped around me. His large biceps squeezed my shoulders. I staggered under his weight, shoving at his muscled abdomen.
“You need to leave,” I whispered, peeking out into the carpeted hallway, only illuminated by a single bulb buzzing in the middle of the hall ceiling. He lowered his head, arms moving down my back until his nose nuzzled into my neck.
“I’ll never lie to you again. I promise. On everything I believe in. I will never fucking keep something from you again.”
I shuddered, cinching my eyes tightly closed. I didn’t realize how desperately I needed that promise. My throat made it difficult to swallow. “Nina.”
“Samuel,” I breathed. “Stop.”
“I’ll never lie,” he repeated, slurring. I sighed and wrapped my fingers into the edge of his suit jacket to force him closer to me. It took a few attempts of tugging to get him to step to the side, but even then, he didn’t release me. Balancing on one foot, I kicked the door shut.
“Follow me.” I wiggled his coat to tug him after me. After a few stumbling steps with him clinging to me, I got him sitting on the end of my bed. “Samuel, let me go.”
“No,” he snapped, clutching onto me tighter and pulling me down into his lap until my torso was flush to some part of his body and my spine curved toward him.
“Just for a moment,” I said exasperated. His shoulder muscles rippled. In the reflection of the mirror leaning against the wall beside my bed, his cheek pressed onto the top of my head. His golden head of hair didn’t seem to have any product in it with how it flopped carelessly.
“No.” Stubborn. I sighed.
“We can’t stay like this forever.”
“Why not?” The slurred words caused my chest to squeeze.
I sighed. “Because you can’t sleep here.”
“Why?”
I inched my fingers to uncurl from their uncomfortable position squished between our bodies.
“Because you should go home.” Exasperation was beginning to win.
He yanked me back, eyes flared, red rimming them. A glaze covered them, but even so, arrogance seethed from the look. “I am home.”
The words sucked the oxygen out of the room.
“Let me call your brother.” His eyelids narrowed and one of his large hands covered the side of my neck, and he forced me closer to his face. His thumb pressed under my chin, verging on pinching as he angled my head up a few inches toward him.
“I am the only one you will ever call.” The threat rang through clear, but why did it cause my stomach to dip? I exhaled through parted lips, staring into his angled features. His jaw twitched and there was no sign of his dimple.
His gaze dropped to my mouth.
“Such perfection.” His gaze returned to my eyes. “All of you.”
I swayed toward him.
His grip on my face stiffened with his other palm at my spine.
“Let me kiss you, bunny,” he breathed, and he forced our lips together, not allowing me the time to deny or accept.
He licked my lower lip, wringing a gasp from my soul.
He fused our mouths together, slipping his tongue against mine, sharing the earthy taste of alcohol.
I stood stiffly for only a moment, then the tenderness he’d pulled from me won out and I softened against him, sinking my fingers into his silky hair.
Samuel groaned. “Finally.” His lips detached from mine and his eyes struggled to stay open. As if in slow motion, I watched him tip to the side. I quickly slipped out of his lap and I grabbed his shoulder.
“You’re going to fall,” I whispered, but he was too heavy for me to hold up.
The bed dipped, and he thumped on the floor.
I winced, standing over him laid out on his back, arms at his sides.
His head almost hit a few shelves rested against the wall at the foot of the bed where I folded all my clothing.
He slept so soundly, and without movement.
I crouched and put my finger under his nose.
Okay, still breathing. Hopping over him and trying not to step on him in the small space, I got to his shoes, untied them and tugged them off.
Cashmere socks? In that brand? God, that was crazy.
I carefully placed the leather loafers to the side.
If he had that sort of sock, I didn’t want to look at what brand of shoes he had.
I collected my comforter off the bed, leaving me with my smaller soft purple one, and grabbed one of my pillows.
Gently lifting his head, I slid it under him.
Golden eyelashes moved with every twitch of his closed eyes, but he still didn’t wake.
The blanket falling around him didn’t cover his feet, but it would have to do.
I chewed on my lower lip, staring at his handsome face for a moment before turning and crawling into my bed.
After brushing my teeth with her toothbrush, I’d splashed water on my face. The droplets dripped off my chin and I’d swiped them away with the folded towel on the rack and returned it to its spot.
I exited her small bathroom, rubbing the shoulder I banged on the door trim. She would no longer live in a cramped location like this. I’d offer her as many square feet or houses she desired.
It only took three strides to reach the end of her bed, the blanket that covered me when I woke up was bunched at my feet.
The room was tiny. I sighed, scrubbing my palm over the light stubble that I hadn’t had the energy to shave.
I hadn’t slept well in days. Last night blurred for the most part; I’d been more intoxicated than I’d ever been.
What I did remember was ordering Billings to drive me here, then banging on her door.
I clenched my fist, my knuckles ached . . .
I’d punched Oliver at the country club.
Shaking my head, I dragged my fingers through my hair.
Nina sighed from her sprawl on the bed, her eyebrows furrowed.
I couldn’t see much of her since it was still dark out, but it seemed she was having a nightmare.
Resting my knees against the end of the bed, I leaned over her legs readying to wake her up, then froze.
She whimpered, her hips moving. This wasn’t a bad dream. She thrashed her legs, kicking the blankets off her and leaving her only in shorts. Another pained sound, her fingers clenching the stuffed animal in her small fingers, hips moving side to side.
I couldn’t let her ache this way.
I pressed my palm against her covered pussy and her hips jerked up, an exhale of relief exploding free.
She ached for relief. She gyrated up toward my palm, searching for the pressure I applied earlier.
I kept my hand on her, letting her little movements push against me as I propped myself over her belly to get a better look at her face.
Shadows fell across half her features, but I could make out her parted lips and her cinched eyes.
Her fingers flexed in the stuffed animal. Her precious face looked close to pain.
Curling my fingers to sink them under the cotton shorts, I slipped a digit into her tight pussy.
She shuddered, a little whimper escaping her.
My already stiff cock twitched painfully, pushing against my zipper.
Until I’d met my bunny, I hadn’t realized how not wearing underwear could be a fucking nuisance.
Her hips twitched and she arched to take my fingers deeper.
Her wet channel sucked at my fingers as I rubbed my thumb against her hard clit, receiving a cry from her.
Pleasure spiraled down my spine. Her pussy clasped at my fingers, and I was gifted with more of her slick.
Nina whimpered, still wiggling, seeping around my fingers.
A frown curled the corner of her lips. She needed to be filled by my cock.
I pushed to my knees, leaving my two fingers inside her while I unbuckled my belt and yanked the loop free.
Lowering my zipper, my cock sprang out, ready to enter her.
I pulled out my fingers with her whimper accompanying the motion. She sniffled and a soft sob wracked her body, yet she still slept. Tears trickling out the corners of her eyes caught the light.
Setting my fist on the bed, I tugged her shorts aside, fortunately, they were big enough to move out of the way. Another cry reached my ears and my heart clenched.
“It’s okay, Nina,” I soothed, poising my cock at her entrance.
Her soft pussy clasped the tip of my dick.
I sucked in a harsh breath, struggling not to come then and there.
Teeth gritted, I focused on her face. She sighed like a weight had lifted off her body and she arched, trying to take me deeper.
I stilled her hips, sitting back. Just a moment and I’d slide in her more, I couldn’t handle it right now, I’d combust.
Nina made a sound of distress, her eyebrows furrowing again.
Her juices glinted off her pussy and I stared, rapt, as I fed my shaft into her channel. She stopped her restless movement, whimpering with pleasure again. I pressed my thumb at the hood of her shaved mound, spreading my fingers to expose her little nub. I rubbed it and her pussy clasped me.
I hissed a breath out between my teeth.