I saw he had a coffee cup in his fist and his eyes were on someone who was talking but they cut to me when they caught me rounding the stairs.
Even from the distance of across the living room and kitchen, I saw his eyes go lazy and his mouth form a small grin.
At his look, my knees went weak.
Last night, after the Zanos left, we didn’t go to bed to sleep. We went to bed and he made love to me (yes, for the third time!).
The first time had been amazing.
The second time, “working up to it”, meant slow and sweet and even more amazing.
The third time, mostly (but obviously not totally) sated, Hector had taken his time, it was clear he felt like exploring and he did. What he didn’t feel like was allowing me to explore, so he didn’t. His undivided and prolonged attention produced an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced in my life.
Amazing didn’t do it justice.
The word to do it justice hadn’t been invented yet.
On this thought, I walked into the kitchen but I did it on shaking legs.
Luke Stark was there, as was Native American Hottie, or who I knew now was Vance.
I walked straight to Hector.
This might have been rude. Perhaps I should have gone to Luke and Vance and offered my hand. Hector seemed in a mellow mood but even though these guys were pretty badass, the whole Hot Bunch/Rock Chick crew was a rather huggy lot. I didn’t want Luke or Vance to hug me in front of Hector. They were his friends but who knew what Mr. Mood Swing’s response would be and, after what happened yesterday morning with Ren, I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Sadie, you know Luke. This is Vance Crowe,” Hector introduced as his arm slid along my shoulders and he tucked me into his side.
I nodded and said, “Hi, Vance.” Then my eyes moved to Luke. “Hi, Luke.”
One side of Luke’s mouth went up in a sexy, half-grin. Vance’s mouth formed a smile that was so confident it was breathtaking.
I stared at them and it struck me that they were seriously hot. Tall, great bodies, clothes that defined their well-toned muscles. Vance had black, shiny hair pulled back in a ponytail at his neck. Luke had short-clipped black hair and a mustache that was shaved precisely down the sides of his mouth.
I decided that Luke’s mustache was absolutely aces. Normally, a mustache like that on a man (in my personal opinion) would look pretty stupid. On him, it was fantastic.
“Mamita,” Hector muttered and my body jerked as I realized, belatedly, I was staring at Luke Stark’s mouth.
Oh no.
I figured certain sure I was in trouble.
Slowly, I looked up at Hector, expecting to be scorched by a Hector Glare.
Instead, his lips were twitching and he looked like he was having trouble not laughing.
Since I’d been awake for about five minutes and hadn’t had time to decide who I was going to be that morning (Ice Princess, New Sadie, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, or some other Sadie perhaps After-A-Night-of-Loads-of-Amazing-Sex-with-Hector-Sadie), my personalities decided for themselves.
Attitude Sadie clicked in and snapped, “What’s funny now?”
I watched as he began to lose the fight with his hilarity.
“You,” he answered.
“What’s funny about me?” Attitude Sadie asked sharply.
“Everything, mamita,” Hector informed me, his eyes still lazy, his smile blazing white, Attitude Sadie having no affect on him at all, whatsoever. “You’re hilarious,” he added.
My eyes narrowed. “I am not hilarious. Especially not at six o’clock in the morning before I’ve had my coffee,” I retorted then, for some bizarre reason, I ranted on. “No. Wait. Never. I’m never hilarious. So, for the last time, stop laughing at me,” I finished on a haughty demand.
“Lover’s spat.” I heard Luke mutter and he sounded amused too. My eyes moved to him upon the unwelcome reminder that we had an audience and embarrassment edged Attitude Sadie into the background as Luke continued, “Time to go.”
Both Luke and Vance were still smiling. Luke’s half-smile had changed to engage his whole mouth and I tried not to look because, at the glance I caught, I knew a good look would definitely get me into trouble.
I decided to attempt to switch to New Sadie because Attitude Sadie was making me the laughingstock of the Hot Bunch.
Apparently everyone thought I was hilarious (except me).
“It’s not a lover’s spat. I just need coffee,” I informed them, trying to sound casual and like I often wandered around in pajamas in a kitchen full of handsome men after a night of sex and a mini-attitude-rant.
Still going for casual and confident, I pulled out of Hector’s arm and went to the coffee. I yanked out the pot, turned and held it up to the boys, asking sweetly, “Warm up? Luke? Vance?”
This gesture, for some reason, produced more amused looks.
Now, really, was it me?
What was so darned funny about offering coffee?
Finally, putting his mug down, Vance said, “Thanks, Sadie, got shit to do.”
Luke followed suit.
I wondered what “shit” they had to do at six o’clock in the morning.