I wake and for a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The bed, the room, everything feels alien. My heart pounds wildly in my chest and I gasp for breath.
“It’s okay.” Cain murmurs soothingly. His body is wrapped around me. He’s spooning me and, as his arms hold me, I feel safe.
I don’t know what time it is, when he needs to get up, when I need to get up.
“Not yet.” He says, running his hand along my thigh. My breath hitches at his touch and I know he can hear it.
“I just want to smell you, mate.” He whispers pulling me in even tighter.
It’s a lie. A half-truth and we both know it.
I can feel his erection. His dick is pressing so hard into my arse. I can hear our breathing. It feels like it’s surrounding us both. I don’t even realise but I’m pushing against him, grinding just a little.
“Cain.” I murmur but he doesn’t answer. His hand is along the back of my thigh, it’s all I can think of.
I roll over slightly, looking up at him. He meets my gaze with a slight smirk. We both know where
