Chapter Nineteen
It’s the heat that wakes me. It isn’t until I kick the covers off that I realize I’m not alone.
Fear hits me like a battering ram, stealing my breath from my lungs. A body presses against my back, and a hand moves between my legs. Panic locks my muscles. I’m unable to move, making it impossible to fight back. Tears slip over my cheeks—it’s happening again.
I don’t know how long it takes my brain to realize something is different, and I’m pulled from the past and thrown into the present. As my muscles slowly relax, it’s not just fear flooding my veins but lust too.
I suck in a much-needed breath and then another. I recognize the scent of the man behind me. “Riggs?” I gasp, but he doesn’t react. He keeps stroking my clit, drawing a groan from me.
Now that the fear is ebbing, I become aware of everything else. The thundering of my heart in my chest, how slick my thighs are from my own arousal, and the heat coming from Riggs’s skin pressed against mine. His bare skin.
“Riggs?”
No response. It still takes me a minute or two to get my thoughts in order.
And when I do, I feel my eyes widen. “Fuck!” He’s asleep.
I covered him with a blanket earlier, forgetting there was a reason he wanted to be far away from me when he slept.
I was too tired to think clearly, and now I’m paying the price for my stupidity.
Only I don’t feel stupid. I feel wet and dangerously close to coming.
I push my ass back into him, almost unconsciously. I bite my lip when it clicks that I can feel how hot his skin is because he’s naked. I can feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my ass. Like a fool, I fell asleep naked except for my robe, which he must have removed somewhere along the way.
“Oh, Jesus. Riggs. You need to wake up.”
He murmurs, but he doesn’t reply, and I’m too scared to wake him. I’ve heard how dangerous it is to wake a sleepwalker, but I have no idea if that’s actually true or not. I don’t think I could live with myself if I caused him irreparable harm.
I startle when he pulls his fingers from my clit.
His rough hand slides down my thigh and hitches it over his, opening me for him, and I panic once more.
As gentle as he’s being with me, there’s no denying I’m scared.
Scared this will hurt, scared I’ll bleed.
Scared of a million and one things, but it’s the worry about hurting him that prevents me from yelling out.
I don’t know if I have no sense of self-preservation, or when I grew to care so much about a man I still don’t really know.
But as his fingers move over my clit again in a practiced maneuver, I know I’m going to ride it out.
His hand travels lower, and before I can prepare myself, his thick fingers slip into me.
I open my mouth on a silent scream, but there’s no pain, only pleasure as he thrusts them in and out.
I’m so wet, they glide with ease, and I can hear the proof of how wound up my body is from the obscene sounds his fingers make as they slide in and out of me.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, he shifts.
I feel him grab his cock, and I tense as it’s pressed against my clit.
Torn between not wanting him to stop and throwing myself from the bed, I fist the sheet with my hand.
I shudder when I realize he’s using my wetness to coat his hand so he can stroke his cock without friction.
It bumps against my clit with every thrust, and I notice through the haze that his breathing has turned as ragged as mine.
Absently, I cup my breast, wishing it were his hands on me.
He picks up his pace again, and any minute now I’m going to fall over the precipice into the unknown.
A growl tears from Riggs. It triggers something elemental inside me as he shudders, his hot cum splashing my clit and covering my pubic hair.
My own orgasm hits me out of nowhere, ripping a strangled plea from my lips as my vision dwindles out for a moment, and everything around me fades away.
I don’t know how long it takes before reality crashes back.
I lie there, panting, not sure what to do next.
When Riggs’s hold loosens, I scramble from the bed.
His eye is closed, and his patch, still in place, covers the other.
He breathes deeply, and his dream-like smile makes me want to both slap him and climb upon his semi-hard cock.
I swallow, my hand slipping between my legs, feeling the mess he’s made of me. My body still pulses with need. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m using his cum to stroke myself.
My eyes roam over his naked form. His tattoos, which cover the majority of his body, beg to be traced with my tongue.
Moving closer, I lift a leg onto the bed for easier access.
There is something so wrong about using his cum as lubricant to get myself off, especially since I’m not on any form of birth control.
But something about that makes it so much more of a turn on.
I’ll question how fucked in the head that makes me later.
Right now, as my legs start to shake and something twists and coils low in my stomach, all I care about is coming again.
Biting my lip, I ignore the angel on one shoulder and let the devil take the lead as I push my fingers inside myself along with his cum.
It’s so dirty, so illicit, that I hurtle off the ledge once more.
My pussy clamps on my fingers as I struggle to stay upright while I ride out the wave of bliss.
When the last of the aftershocks passes, I stand, shocked at my brazen actions.
I hurry to the bathroom and clean myself, avoiding the mirror, ashamed of myself now.
I take a few deep breaths, splash cool water on my overheated face, and head back into the bedroom.
I put on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top.
I slip on a long cardigan over the top and slide my feet into a pair of cowboy boots before I approach the bed.
With all the curtains open, there’s enough light to see, not only Riggs’s smoking hot body, but also his discarded clothes at the bottom of the bed. I gather them up before I gently nudge Riggs. “Hey, Riggs. Can you sit up for me?” I keep my voice soft and help him maneuver.
His eye opens, making me jump. I scramble for something to say, but it’s glazed over.
I sigh in relief as I tell him to get dressed.
I hand him the items one by one and watch him do as I ask, though I have to help him with his jeans.
Once he’s done, I take his hand and lead him downstairs.
We head to the back door, which I unlock after turning off the alarm.
We walk to the ranch house, hand in hand like a normal couple.
You know, if one of us wasn’t a witch and the other possessed by a perverted sleep demon.
I flush at my wayward thoughts. He wasn’t the only pervert, and I have no excuse.
I was perfectly aware as I fucked his cum inside me.
I clench my legs together at the thought, needing to get the hell away from this man and his devil dick.
Once I have him in his bed, I tell him to lie down and sleep. Like the night before, he does. I don’t wait around this time. I hurry out and lock myself in the house, arming the alarm to make sure I stay alone because clearly, I can’t be trusted.
A shudder has me pausing and looking around. The feeling I’m getting from the house is a peculiar one. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the house was laughing at me.
I narrow my eyes and, with a huff, head back upstairs to bed.
Isleep like shit. As soon as the sun turns the sky from indigo to pink, I get up, knowing I’m going to regret it later.
I take a shower, hoping to clear away some of the cobwebs, and pull my hair into two braids, one on either side of my head.
The forecast said it was going to be warm today, and I opt for cutoff denim shorts with a white tank top.
I throw on a plaid shirt over it, put on my boots, and head down to the kitchen.
It’s still quiet, so I pour myself a glass of juice and drink it down as I consider what to do first.
Rinsing the glass, I put it on the drainer before I disable the alarm and head out to the stables.
I say hello to the horses, offering them a piece of carrot each as I muck and clean out their stalls.
By the time I’m done with Willow’s, I’ve stripped off the shirt, and my tank top is stuck to my chest with sweat.
Swiping my hand over my forehead, I reach over and pat Willow just as Riggs’s voice sounds out from behind me. “Here, I thought you might need this.”
I swallow and brace myself before turning to face the man I haven’t been able to get off my mind since I woke up with his hand between my legs. I take the bottle of water from his hands. “Thanks.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course,” I reply, but my voice comes out a little too high to sound convincing.
He moves closer, making my heart stutter in my chest. “Did something happen? Did I do something? I can’t remember last night. Did I…” His voice trails off, a look of fear flashing in his eyes.
I swallow my feelings and reach up to cup his face. “When I got out of the shower to come and see how you were getting on, you were already gone. I locked up, set the alarm, went to bed, and slept like a log until this morning.”
“Yeah?” I don’t miss the relief in his voice. Ironically, his palpable fear of hurting me is what calms me the most. Truth be told, he hasn’t hurt me once, even when he was asleep and taking liberties with my body.
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you look so tired?” he says softly, leaning over me.
“I woke up early. I’m always grumpy when I wake up early.”
“Hmmm.”