Chapter 88

Storm

I partially opened my eyes and noted that it was still dark inside the room, and there was no light showing in the gap between the curtains and the window. I now knew it was still the wee hours of the morning, and I had been awoken by a persistent voice that just wouldn’t let up.

“Hey, Love,” Doyle whispered, “Love, Lena… Baby… Lena. Damn, you’re a heavy sleeper,” he whispered placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. I groaned, rolling over, burying myself under the blankets, still tired. “Baby, can we have sex?” Doyle whispered, a trace of hope in his voice.

“Babe, it’s too early, go back to sleep,” I murmured, burrowing back into the covers.

“Lena, baby, please. It is four in the morning, and I have the mother of all morning wood in my pants. It hurts,” he whined.

“Well then, use your hand baby, that’s what you used to do before you met me isn’t it?” I whispered, trying to keep the trace of humour out of my voice. He groane