Reed’s room.
She could try sleeping on the couch again, and she would happily do that if it weren’t for the fact that the couch was lumpy, small even for her, and after two minutes she’d lost feeling in both her arms. She’d also tried to sleep on the floor, in a chair, the tub, and searched the rest of the rooms hoping that one of them would turn out to be another guest room only to come up empty. So, that left asking the man that hated her if she could sleep in his room, which probably wasn’t going to go over well. There was always her grandparents’ house, but that wasn’t really much of an option at the moment.
Knowing that there was no other choice, she raised her fist to knock on his door only to drop it away again, because she wasn’t sure that she should piss him off right now. Not after what happened at dinner. Not that she actually knew what happened at dinner, but since his girlfriend left early and he’d spent the entire time glaring at her, she was going to assume that something bad happened.
Maybe she should just call a tow truck and see if they could unlock her car so that she could-
“What the hell are you doing?” Reed asked as he threw open his bedroom door so that he could glare down at her.
“Ummm,” she said, doing her best to avoid the murderous glare currently aimed at her only to end up staring at a well-defined chest, an incredible set of abs, and—
Decided that focusing on his glare was probably better than staring down at what the soft grey cotton boxer shorts revealed, she forced her eyes up. Deciding that Julie was a very lucky woman, she faced the man that had stormed off after telling her that she could crash in Matt’s room. While she stood there, admittedly becoming somewhat concerned with the level of hostility being displayed in that glare, she decided that perhaps it was time for a heartfelt apology and hope for the best.
“I’m sorry if I said something to upset your girlfriend,” she said, only to wonder if she’d made a tactical error when he continued to glare.
She briefly considered apologizing once again for the unfortunate incident that had occurred when he’d made the mistake of tagging along with Jackson when he’d visited her at school ten years ago. But she quickly decided that it would probably be for the best if she didn’t bring that up on the off chance that he wasn’t mad about that since reminding him of that incident probably wouldn’t end well. She could go for a general apology, but she’d found that those usually ended with follow-up questions that she didn’t know how to answer. Not knowing what else to do to appease the large angry man in front of her, she decided to go the direct route and get to the reason why she was standing outside his room at one in the morning.
“Can I sleep with you?” she asked, only to frown when he released a pained groan and rubbed his hands roughly down his face.
“What’s wrong with Matt’s room?” he asked as he dropped his hands aside so that he could gesture toward the room in question.
“It’s terrifying,” she said, really hoping that he didn’t make her go back in there because she honestly wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it.
Sighing heavily, he walked past her and opened Matt’s room. “It’s not that bad,” he said with a pitying shake of his head as he turned the lights on and-
“Holy shit!” he said, slamming the door shut behind him and quickly put some space between him and the room that he might want to consider calling a hazmat team to take care of.
“Yeah, so I tried sleeping on the couch, but-”
“Just take my room,” he said, cutting her off as he headed toward the stairs. “I’ll take the couch.”
“Thank you,” she said, wondering if he knew what he was getting himself into only to shrug it off.
She walked into the dimly lit bedroom, and once she’d assured herself that it wasn’t anything like the disturbing mess across the hall, she headed toward the large bed and managed to put the stack of books on the nightstand without dropping the bowl of cookies that she’d made earlier. After she’d piled all the pillows onto one side, she went in search of a bathroom, which thankfully was only a few steps away.
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“I’m buying a new couch,” Reed decided as he gave up on trying to get comfortable and sat up with a wince, trying to shake the sensation back into his hands before he reluctantly got up and headed back upstairs.
As he headed toward his room, he briefly considered spending the rest of the night in his office, but he was too fucking exhausted to think straight at the moment. Praying that the little demon was already asleep, he walked into his room and headed for his bed only to sigh when he realized the bed was empty. After shooting the bathroom a quick glance to find the door closed, he stole his pillows back, climbed into bed and closed his eyes, praying that would be enough for her to take pity on him and—
Knocked the wind out of him when she climbed on the bed and crawled over him, nearly turning him into a eunuch in the process.
“Sorry!” she said as she finally made it to her side.
“It’s fine,” he managed to get out, thankful that she’d missed everything important. “Just go to sleep.”
“Okay,” she said, shifting to get comfortable while he closed his eyes and did his best to ignore her.
But it was hard to ignore someone who wouldn’t stop wiggling. He opened his eyes to glare at her only to find her sitting next to him with a book in her lap. Sighing, he rolled over onto his side and-
“Is that butterscotch and cinnamon?” he asked, wondering if his nose was playing tricks on him.
“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he rolled over just as she took a bite out of a large cookie.
Deciding that she owed him for the hell that she’d put him through, he reached over and plucked the cookie out of her hand. Without a word, she grabbed the bowl that he hadn’t noticed before off his nightstand and placed it between them. He took a bite out of the cookie that he’d stolen and groaned. It was so fucking good, he thought as he grabbed the bowl, turned over onto his side and hugged it protectively against his body.
There was a sigh and then, “You really need to learn how to share,” but she didn’t try to take any more.
She also didn’t move again until long after he’d finished devouring every last delicious morsel, closed his eyes and gave into exhaustion. Sometime later he woke up to find her curled up against him, her leg thrown over his, her large breasts pushed up against his side, and her hand resting a few inches above one of the most painful erections of his life.
Christ, she was killing him here, he thought as he was forced to reach down and shift his erection out of the way. Once that was done, he focused on rolling the woman curled up against him back onto her side where she belonged. As soon as he was back on his side, he closed his eyes and—
Blinked them back open and told himself that he was just imagining things when he felt those large breasts press back up against his side and that small curvy leg thrown over his. Not really sure how to proceed at this point, he whispered, “Joey?”
Nothing.
“Joey?” he said a little louder.
Nothing.
Sighing, he moved to place her back onto her side only to stop when she released what sounded like a growl. Lips twitching, he went to move her again only to give up with a sigh when she released another growl, snuggled up against his side, and grumbled something in her sleep that had him accepting the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere.
When she shifted again, causing her knee to gently brush the underside of his cock and sent a wave of pleasure to the tip, he had to remind himself that this was Jackson’s little sister and there were just some lines that you didn’t cross.