Raging Heart On_ Friends to Lovers Romance(45)

"What are you doing?" I whisper, because he seems so serious, and solemn as he washes me.

"Taking care of what's mine," he says and then brushes another kiss, this one against the lips of my pussy. It’s a fleeting touch of his tongue against my clit, and my body quakes. My hand goes to sift through his dirty-blonde hair. As tired as I am, my greedy body wants more, and I'm tempted to hold him to me. I resist—barely.

"That does feel good," I whisper, emotion thick in my throat as White manages to make me feel cherished with just this simple act that really could—and probably should—have been embarrassing.

"Mmm," he whispers. "Soon. I have to rest. You dead-frogged me," he says again, reminding me of what I wanted to ask.

"Dead-frogged? What is that? Should I worry?"

White laughs, moving so he's lying beside me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him, and I go willingly, letting his body warm mine. I breathe a sigh of appreciation as he pulls the sheet over us.

"You ever see a frog lying on the highway that's been run over?"

"Your sweet after-sex talk is off the charts, White Hall. Be still my heart, even."

"Hey, you asked."

"Okay, so it's gross and I'm sorry I asked, but yes I have."

"They're kind of splat against the pavement, flat as a pancake. That's what you've done to my poor dick."

I snort in laughter because that's grossly amusing. Then I look down at his dick, which is definitely not flat. It's more like waving in the air demanding attention.

"Odd, your dick doesn't look flat."

"He doesn't?” White looks down at his cock like he's really surprised.

"No. He's more like waving in the air saying… Me… me… me!"

"Hmm… Maybe we should test your theory out?"

"I would love to, but I didn't sleep last night and I am most assuredly dead-frogged myself."

"Then get some rest, honey. We'll go for round two when you wake up," he whispers in my ear, kissing the side of my head as I curl into him. I think I moan my approval. I can't be sure. Sleep is close to claiming me and the heat of his body is only helping.

"I really am sorry about the shit you've gone through. I've already called my manager. He'll get this crap under control by morning, you'll see. And then we'll see about getting your job back," he says, and that peaceful, sleepy feeling I had is gone. For a little bit, I had forgotten the ugliness of the past couple of days. Still, after what White and I shared, I wouldn't change much of it—if any.

"Don't worry about it, White. I told you, I already have a job. It's fine," I whisper, kissing his chest. I want to reassure him. Apparently my words do anything but because he pulls away from me.

"No. No you don't, Kayla."

"What? Of course I do, I already told you—"

"You are not working for Blue."

"What? Are you losing it? I told you I'll be teaching Allen, for Green."

"You are not going on the road with my brother. No."

"Do you know how asinine you're being?"

"You expect me to let you work for my brother? The very one you used to be in love with—?"

"It was a childhood crush!"

"If you say so. Regardless, he was also on your list of potential baby-daddies—"

"White—"

"A list I somehow didn't get put on," he growls.

"You were! You were just marked out and now you're being insane. Just because I put his and Blue's name down on a list, it doesn't mean anything."

"While we're on the subject, you need to stay away from Blue, too. In fact, I think it might be best you just stay away from my brothers in general. They think entirely too much with their dicks and not their brains."

"As opposed to you," I sigh.

"Exactly."

"I'm not staying away from the family indefinitely just because you apparently have issues."

"Not indefinitely. Just until I get time to talk to them, man-to-man."

I sigh. There's no arguing with him and my good mood is gone. So instead I just stay silent. White apparently takes my silence as agreement because in no time he's curled into me.

"Goodnight, White," I whisper after he's been silent for a little while.

"We'll just take a quick rest, honey," White mumbles, kissing my shoulder.

It takes thirty minutes before his breathing evens out. It takes another ten minutes to get myself untangled from him, an additional five minutes to make my legs work because apparently dead-frogged is an actual thing, and twenty more minutes to move slowly through the room and quietly pack my suitcase. Luckily, my closet is in the bathroom, so I have less risk of waking him up. Finally, it takes five more minutes to calm my nerves and walk out into my hall, suitcase tightly gripped in my hand.