32. Theo Fairview
Igroaned as the most annoying sound in the world cut through the warm, safe cocoon of sleep I’d succumbed to.
“What the fuck!?” I growled, rolling onto my back and cracking an eye open to take in my surroundings.
It took me a moment to remember where I was.
I was in Cassandra’s room.
We’d fucked each other senseless and passed out in a cum-drunk haze.
The tight, crackling feeling of dried cum on my stomach told me we hadn’t even had the good sense to clean up after.
“Morning, baby,” Cass chirped, and I felt more than saw her drop a peck on my cheek, considering I could still barely open my damn eyes.
“What time is it?” I grumbled groggily.
“Four.”
“In the MORNING?” I yelped, bolting up in bed.
“Yup.” She huffed as she kicked off the blankets and rolled out from between the sheets.
“What? Why!?” I sputtered, and she glanced over her shoulder at me, frowning.
“It’s Thursday. I have kickboxing at five. Then coffee and shower by six thirty. Office by seven.”
My jaw dropped as she peeled off her now completely wrecked slip from the night before and stalked, butt naked, to her ensuite.
“I should have gotten up earlier. I don’t usually have to shower beforehand… shit.”
I rubbed my eyes with my palms as I heard the shower turn on, followed by a few muttered curses as she got in without giving it time to warm up.
Shaking my head, I tried to force my mind into the land of the living before following her like a ghost into the bathroom.
She was completely visible through the glass walls of the shower, as the water still wasn’t even hot enough to create steam.
I watched her, baffled, as she quickly but efficiently scrubbed herself with a soapy loofa, while trying to keep her hair out of the stream as much as possible.
“I didn’t know you did kickboxing… You do this every day?”
I stifled a yawn with a fist over my mouth.
“Kickboxing isn’t every day. Monday and Tuesdays are HIIT, Wednesday is active rest with either yoga or Pilates, depending on how sore I am.
Thursdays and Fridays are kickboxing. Saturday is an off day, and Sunday, as you know, is range day with Gnomes and Ryan.
” She rattled off her fitness schedule while referencing the target practice she did every week with her younger sister and Ryan.
I called it ‘going to church.’
It was a weekly ritual we all indulged in regularly now since Cal and Gnomes had been rescued from being kidnapped a while back.
I wondered if kickboxing was another form of self-defense training disguised as a workout.
I wouldn’t be surprised. That experience had rattled us all pretty badly.
“No wonder you’re so cranky before you get your coffee…” I muttered. “That’s fucking insane. Why do you do all this shit at four in the morning?”
“I’m usually not done with work till nine, so I wouldn’t have time to go afterward. This body doesn’t look this good from sitting in an office all day, Theodora. What? Did you think I was just naturally this hot?”
I blinked at her.
Baby girl, at this point, I’m so fucking in love with you, I don’t think it would matter if you were six hundred pounds and covered in boils. I would still be obsessed with you.
Of course, I didn’t say any of that.
But from the way she was frowning at me, she could tell by the look on my face that I was thinking it.
Or at least something along those lines.
Shaking my head to rid myself of all these intense emotions that I could barely process during normal waking hours, let alone at four in the morning, I stepped forward and yanked open the shower door.
The water had warmed up enough now that the glass was just starting to steam, and I stepped in next to Cass.
“Uhm, I guess you’re getting up with me then? I’m heading out in five, so…”
She moved to step past me, but I shook my head, grabbing her by the arm and gently spinning her back against the shower wall.
She squealed and slapped me playfully in the shoulder as I pinned her down with a knee between her legs.
“What do you say you take this morning off, hmm? I’ll give you a workout right here.” I smirked.
She looked up at me, all wet and clean with tiny dew drops clinging to her long lashes…
God. I just wanted to tear my beating heart out of my chest and give it to her.
“Theodora, I need to burn six hundred active calories to close my activity ring. I don’t think a round of sex with you is going to quite cut it,” she pouted.
I laughed, burying my face in her neck and peppering her with nips and kisses until she was squirming and giggling in my arms.
“Who said anything about one round? It’s four in the fucking morning, Cassandra. Orgasms burn calories, you know. I’m sure I can give you six hundred rings of orgasms before you need to be at work for seven…”
To punctuate my point, I slipped my hand between her thighs and carefully worked a finger inside her.
My eyes fluttered as I realized she was already wet again.
Always so wet for me… fuck.
“It’s six hundred active calories to close one ring,” she griped breathily, but as I ground the heel of my palm into her clit, I knew I had her.
She was already tilting her hips up in an attempt to get me to go deeper, and I was more than happy to oblige.
“I thought that’s what I said?” I hummed, nipping her ear lightly and grinning at how easy it was to make her shiver.
“Okay, fine. I suppose I can take one day off. I’ll just go on Saturday instead…” she mused, and I chuckled.
So militant.
“Perfect. Get ready for round one then, baby. You can time it if your drill sergeant ass needs something to track,” I muttered, dropping to my knees and tossing one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Theo!” she gasped as I wrapped my lips around her clit and plunged my fingers back inside her.
I almost wish she had timed it, just so I could gloat later about how quickly I was able to get her to come for round one.
Smiling to myself, I ignored her overstimulated twitching as I started to work her up for round two.
Fuck… I was so happy.
I could even get used to getting up at four am if this was how I started every day.
As long as I had Cass in my arms, I felt like maybe my demons couldn’t reach me.