Chapter 12 – Gabby
Chapter Twelve
Gabby
Ishould have known that Isaac would be too much of a pig to let me have the bed to myself.
We do have enough space for the two of us, but it frustrates me completely to have this man in bed with me at all.
I close my eyes and get under the covers, letting Isaac adjust the temperature and turn out the lights.
I’m not the one who murdered someone in an alleyway.
Why do I have to get punished like this?
While I’m trying to fall asleep, I notice Isaac on his phone.
When I look over my shoulder to snap at him, I notice he’s looking at pictures of his kids.
The glow is so bright that he doesn’t know that I’m watching him.
His face is totally transformed as he watches them and there’s something so loving and sad on Isaac’s face that watching him feels like an intrusion.
I shut my eyes and he doesn’t put his phone down for another half hour.
He really misses those kids. And he doesn’t touch me at all despite all his tough talk.
I’m pretty sure he falls asleep before I do, but there’s really no way for me to tell because eventually, I drift off too – and sleep feels so much better than being away.
My chest compresses and a slow, struggling breath wakes me up.
There’s something on top of me – and I don’t know what it is.
I gasp and struggle to get more air in, but I really can’t breathe or move.
The last thing I remember, I was an ocean across the bed from Isaac.
Right now, it feels like I’m underneath him.
“Help…” I gasp, my voice fading and muffling as the gigantic body pinning me to the bed silences my pleas for freedom.
There’s a quiet groaning noise like a whale about the breach and the large weight on top of me gets heavier as Isaac’s large, sleeping body rolls on top of me.
I gasp again and kick as hard as I can in an effort to wake this beast up and get him off of me.
Wicked intent or not, he’s crushing the hell out of me.
There’s a loud noise that sounds like a man farting. But the heavy body on top of me only sinks deeper. There’s no oxygen left in my lungs to scream, so I just start beating my fists madly until Isaac rolls over onto his back – still asleep.
“UGH!”
I sit up and in a fit of excessive emotion, I throw my pillow at his face. He groans and tosses it off, opening a single angry eye at me before he sits up and glares.
“What was that for?”
“You were crushing me!”
Isaac is totally unapologetic. “I was asleep.”
“Sorry I didn’t let you crush me to death so you could catch up on beauty sleep,” I snap, inching my half-asleep legs towards me so I can escape this death trap of a bed.
Isaac’s excessively long limbs make my escape efforts totally futile.
His fingers wrap around my arm as he drags me back into the bed.
AHH! I squeal as he yanks my body back. I scramble away from him and sit up next to Isaac in bed as he props his back up with a pillow and rubs his eyes. The scent of his deodorant envelops me and I want to hit him again for nearly killing me.
“Don’t leave yet,” Isaac says in a low, sleepy-sounding voice.
“Why not? I don’t want to be in bed with you and I don’t want your giant ass crushing me either.”
Did Isaac forget the fact that he’s married? Because I didn’t.
He looks over at me with this smile on my face and I feel almost sick to my stomach that I’m sitting up in bed with a man who isn’t my boyfriend. A married man who isn’t my boyfriend.
“You asked me to cuddle you,” he says. “And you cried. Pretty sure you were sleep-talking but… I didn’t mean to crush you or violate your precious boundaries.”
“Don’t mock me.”
“I’m not,” he says with an annoying shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m respecting your boundaries.”
Then Isaac gets out of bed and releases one of the most toxic farts I have ever heard or smelled in my life.
“You animal!”
I throw a pillow at him while he laughs and then makes the entire situation worse by taking his shirt off.
“Isaac!”
“What?” he says. “I’m taking a shower and then I have to go beg for my freedom just as much as I have to beg for yours.”
I want to tell him that we wouldn’t have to fight for our freedom if he hadn’t killed somebody and dragged his biker gang into things, but considering he was trying to save my life and I did watch him kill somebody, I stay quiet.
He notices my silence and looks over his shoulder at me. I want to sink into the bed.
Shirtless, Isaac has just the right amount of hair on his chest. I’ve always loved a hairy man, even if Derek had as much body hair as a dolphin.
I bite my lips and try to force my gaze away from Isaac’s bare, chiseled chest, but I’m only human.
And we spent all night cuddling so whenever I move, Isaac’s scent sinks deeper into my clothing and hair.
I’m grateful that his farting hasn’t totally overwhelmed the perfect mixture of his body’s natural scent and deodorant.
He smells like a delicious yet unholy mixture of palo santo and frankincense and his body looks like an altar of sin.
I’ve never seen a shirtless man who looks like this up close.
And I’ve definitely never spent all night cuddled up next to one.
It feels like there’s something hard stuck in my throat.
“Whatever. Just get in the shower and stop flashing me.”
“Flashing you?” Isaac says, turning around to face me and filling me with even more regret for taunting him like this. I was hoping that my sass and attitude would chase him away but he seems to find the challenge impossible to turn away from.
“This would be flashing you.”
I shouldn’t be surprised, but Isaac drops his boxers. I flinch because even if I would have suspected an average size dick, I did not expect what unfolded from Isaac’s briefs. One of my hands slowly moves to my mouth of its own accord to stop a gasp or another unseemly noise from coming out.
“Isaac…”
“What?” he says, reaching for a towel. “You’re not interested in married men. This should have no effect on you.”
“It’s sexual harassment." My protests don’t cause him to cover up.
I try to draw my eyes away from the enormous slab of man meat that flopped out of his boxers, but I’ve honestly never seen one that big before.
And I’ve seen big ones. This won’t tempt me away from my values, but I find it downright terrifying and alluring to look at.
Isaac wraps the towel around his waist. “And now… it’s all over. Consider your boundaries intact, gorgeous.”
I want to snap at him again for that comment, but he strides over to me and confidently plants a kiss on my forehead while I glare at him.
I hope he doesn’t call me out for staring at his dick or trying to make it a thing because noticing his big dick is a lot different from wanting anything more from him.
Isaac disappears into the bathroom with one more sassy comment. “You’re more than welcome to join if you want.”
He can’t seriously expect me to say yes to that…