“What was he trying to do?” Lucas asks Jake with his brow furrowed.
“Cook something to eat,” I blurt out at the same time Jake says, “Find something to eat.”
At least we both ended up with the same word, which isn’t a lie. I scrub my hands over my face as I kneel next to Cannon’s face, trying not to smile and failing.
“I think I missed something,” Lucas says. “What was it?”
“Nothing,” Jake and I both reply simultaneously.
“Now, could we please try and get Cannon to bed?” I ask them. “The good news is his bedroom is on this floor and not upstairs.”
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Jake agrees.
The boys get on either side of Cannon’s body and lift his arms over their shoulders so they’re dragging his legs on the ground. There’s not much for me to do, so I lead the way to his room, flipping on the light so we can see the bed.
It’s funny that I’ve lived in this house for a week and a half and yet I’ve never stepped foot in Cannon’s room. I think that was very intentional on my part. He’s attractive enough when he’s nowhere near a giant king size bed with a thick, light gray microfiber comforter that looks like it would feel like sleeping in heaven.
I peel the soft, white sheets and heavy comforter back while Jake and Lucas stand by waiting. Then they have to use every muscle in their bodies to lift the bigger man up and into the bed.
Once Cannon is stretched out with his head on the pillow, I tell them, “Thanks, I can handle it from here.” I take off one of his dress shoes, then the other, then remove his socks. It’s an oddly intimate thing to do for someone who is unconscious. It has me thinking about how I’ve never actually undressed a man like this before. I look at the door to see if I’m alone or not before I consider whether I should keep going or let him sleep in the rest of his clothes.
If I had to guess, I would bet money that Cannon isn’t the type of man to sleep in anything at night. And while I’m not willing to undress him completely, I do get to work undoing his pants and dragging them down his legs once I see he has on black cotton boxer briefs underneath. I drag them all the way down his long, muscular legs covered in golden hair not much darker than the hair on his head, then off. I don’t think I could easily slip off his cut or hoodie, so I leave them on, covering him up with the bedding. He starts to roll toward his side facing me while I’m still standing there. He blinks his blue eyes open a crack, and then his arm is coming out of the covers, reaching for me and then falling as if it’s too heavy to hold up.
“Stay. Sleep with me,” he murmurs.
“No. You’re drunk,” I whisper to him.
“Yes, I am,” he agrees as his eyes shut again while his lips lift into a lazy smile. “But at least I know what color your panties are…and how good you taste.”
My face blazes in embarrassment before I start to the door. “Goodnight, Cannon.”
“Goodnight, beautiful.”
Ugh, of course only Cannon could manage to be charming when he’s drunk.
And at the moment, I can’t decide if I want him to remember what we did in the kitchen or not when he wakes up tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cannon
I wake up with my mouth so dry I can’t even swallow.
The last time that happened was after I had been binge drinking at Roman’s wedding reception with the rest of the guys and I woke up with a woman sleeping on top of me underneath the Savage Kings meeting table, unable to remember how we got there.
As soon as I can crack my eyes, I know that this time I at least ended up back in my bedroom and alone, wearing too many clothes. I sleep naked, because it’s just better that way. Last night, though, I passed out in my hoodie and cut and boxer briefs. As I sit up and wet my lips to try and remember what happened, the taste hits my tongue, and it all comes back to me.
I somehow went from being jealous and angry at Madison to licking her pussy in our kitchen. That’s the first time I ever ate a woman out in the place where Conrad and I make our food. But I don’t regret it. The fucking sounds she made as I ran my tongue over her clit and fingered her tight pussy replay in my mind, and it makes me want to do it all again.
Except, I can’t remember what happened next. Usually, oral sex is the way to get a woman nice and wet before I fuck her.
I don’t think I fucked Madison. I’m sure I didn’t, because I know I would’ve remembered that.
So, what happened after she came on my tongue and fingers?
I keep drawing a big blank as I rewind the whole scene over and over until my dick is so hard that I have to jump in the shower to give myself some relief.
Just the lightest touch from my hand on my shaft nearly sends me over the edge, telling me for sure that I’ve been aching and ready without a release since Madison and I were in the bathroom at the dealership.
When that issue is finally taken care of, I wash my hair and soap up my body before climbing out and getting dressed to go find Madison while also sort of dreading how she’s going to react.
After the bathroom incident, she got pissed at me, but that was
