Chapter 1399

• 8 A.M. MORNING WOOD-
• Adam was grumpy every morning. He was not a morning person. He got home from tending bar around three a.m., knocked around the house until four or four-thirty and woke up grumpy sometime before noon. On the good side of this, he was fine by the time I came home from work, and a light sleeper he was not. I could stage a reenactment of Antietam in the bedroom and he could sleep right through it. Me, on the other hand? I woke up wanting sex. The average guy with morning wood had nothing on me. Sometimes I woke with a jolt, falling back into my body from a dream of having someone inside me and all I wanted was to roll over, suck Adam until he was hard, then mount his cock and ride him until I came. Inadvisable. The one time I tried resulted in our first (and only, to be fair) bad fight. Adam didn’t want to be woken up in the morning—not even for hot, sweaty, happy sex.
• I woke at my usual time and climbed out of bed, having no good reason to stay in it, with only one regretful, backwards glance. I padded around the room naked, picking up my clothes from the day before. I brushed my teeth. I looked for the missing turquoise earring and found it, much to my delight, under the blue chair. Backing out from beneath it, I saw Adam had one eye open and one closed. Creepy. Was he asleep with one eye open or awake with one eye closed? I knew better than to ask. I turned my back on him and sauntered over to the dresser. If he was awake, the open eye would have a nice view of my ass, which he liked. I put the earring back on the stand with its mate, then ran my hand down the slope of my breast and pinched my nipple until it was stiff and pebbly between my fingers. Then I gave the other one the same treatment. I propped one foot on the open bottom drawer of the dresser and turned my knee out so I could reach my clit. I stroked it, thinking of Adam’s body, his cock, his lips. “What’re you doing?” he asked. His voice was gravelly-low-rough-delicious.