Cleo's.

I looked down at my body.

I was twined with the hunter green sheets of his bed.

The bottom corner of the fitted sheet was around my right foot, and the comforter that'd been covering it when we'd first arrived last night, was in a bundled up wad on the floor.

The sight made me laugh.

Immediately, the sound of footsteps came up the hallway, emitting the tall handsome man that had rocked my world last night...no less than ten times.

I was so drained, but I'd never felt better.

"You wanna go run with me?" He asked as he watched me stretch lazily on the bed.

He was wearing black nylon running shorts and a pair of athletic shoes.

He looked fantastic.

All tanned, rippled flesh stretched tight over a set of abs that could easily be counted as a six pack.

His shorts hung low on his hips allowing the V leading down to his crotch to be fully exposed.

I shifted restlessly in the bed, rubbing my thighs together unconsciously.

The sheet slipped down until my nipple popped free, and he zeroed in on it.

"I don't have any clothes," I said.

Really, I didn't want to go run. I felt too relaxed.

We used to run all the time together.

I'd do my best to keep up with him, and he'd run about five times slower than he'd normally go to keep me in his sight.

I hadn't ran in nearly three weeks, and then three weeks before that.

"My sister left some clothes here," he said.

I could hear the excitement in his voice.

He really wanted me to go, and I knew he enjoyed it when I used to run with him.

"Which sister?" I asked worriedly.

"Molly," he answered immediately before leaving the room and coming back a few minutes later with a pair of black lycra shorts and a racer back tank.

"Will it cover my v.a.g.i.n.a?" I asked suspiciously.

He laughed and tossed them at me.

"Try it on and find out," he taunted.

"I don't have any panties," I tried again.

He went to his closet, pulled out an army green sack, and dug down to the very bottom, his whole arm disappearing inside.

His hand reappeared again, clutching something black lace.

I looked at them suspiciously. "Are those my panties?"

I'd been missing that particular pair for nearly a year now.

"Yep," he agreed before tossing them to me.

I caught them with a clench of my fist and held them up for inspection. "They smell clean. They're washed...right?" I asked.

He nodded. "I washed them when I put them away. They got some sand in them," he explained.

"Sand?" I asked, confused.

He nodded. "They went across the world with me. They were in my pocket for nearly a year."

My mouth dropped open. "What?"

It came out sounding quite shrill, but what the f.u.c.k?

He cracked a smile. "Gave me good luck."

I rolled my eyes and stood from the bed, disentangling my feet from the sheet as I walked to the bathroom with the pile of clothes.

"I'll need my bra," I informed him as I walked into the bathroom.

Finishing my business and using my finger to brush my teeth, I inspected his bathroom in awe.

The whole thing was white.

White walls. White ceiling. White floor. White frosted gla.s.s covering a walk in shower. It looked awesome; similar to my kitchen, as a matter of fact...only ten times better.

"Here," Cleo rumbled from behind me.

I bent down in front of him, giving him a good show as I slipped my feet into the thong, followed shortly by the shorts.

I was right. They barely covered my cooch.

"This is a bad idea," I said as I turned and held out my hand for the bra dangling from his fingers.

Instead of handing it to me, he walked behind me, looped the bra around my belly, and hooked it in the back.

The thin nylon of his shorts was doing a p.i.s.s poor job at keeping his d.i.c.k confined, but I wasn't complaining.

My bra was one of those supportive, sports bra ones.

Last night was supposed to have been just a quick drink with friends.

If I'd known I was going to get f.u.c.ked, thoroughly, I would've worn my good lingerie.

Once the bra was clipped, he raised it up until it was resting underneath my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He accidentally grazed my nipples with his hands as he pulled the cups up over my b.o.o.bs, and I barely stifled a groan.

Must stop thinking about Cleo's d.i.c.k. I scolded myself.

I slipped my hands into the loops, and then rearranged my b.r.e.a.s.t.s for comfort instead of s.e.x appeal.

"Shame," he said as he stepped away.

Leaning towards the sink, I grabbed the tank off the counter, slipped it over my head, and grimaced at how tight it was.

"Jesus," I said as I inspected myself in the mirror.

I looked like an Oompa Loompa.

"What?" He asked as his eyes centered on my fat a.s.s.

"I look like a whale," I said.

He looked up and caught my eyes before prowling forward and bringing my body back against his with a hand at my belly.

His rock hard c.o.c.k dug into the small of my back and I froze.

"You're not a whale. You look so f.u.c.king s.e.xy that I'm contemplating my morning run, subst.i.tuting it with f.u.c.king your a.s.s into the floor."

"Sounds painful," I rasped.

He grinned, his dark eyes lowering until all I could see was the slit of his iris under the dark slash of his lashes.

"It could be. But it'd also feel f.u.c.king awesome at the same time," he admonished.

I snorted. "Let's go. All your dirty talking is making me need a shower."

He grinned and then grabbed my hand. "Sir, yes, sir."

I smacked his a.s.s, urging him forward. "Any day now, soldier."

"I'm a PJ, darlin'. Not a soldier," he informed me haughtily.

I snorted.

Touchy, touchy.

We walked out into the cool morning air, down the front walk, and to the street where we both stretched.

I'll admit I put a little extra bend in my stretch, making sure he could see how flexible I was, just to give his mind a little tease on what was to come.

"You ready?" I asked after he stopped stretching and just stared.

He blinked and then nodded. "10-4."

The run started out slow, but quickly picked up pace as I tried my d.a.m.ndest to keep up with him.

The only thing that kept me going so long was watching the play of his muscles as he took one long stride after another.

Today he'd get about a hundred yards in front of me, and then turn back around until he reached me. Immediately followed by him turning back around and repeating the process.

He'd probably gotten about twice the run in than I did, but the view was amazing.

After what felt like nearly three miles, but was probably more like one, I finally raised the proverbial white flag. "I gotta stop," I wheezed, waving my hand in the air once he was back.

He stopped immediately and came back to me, his hands on his hips and his beautiful chest moving slightly faster than normal.

His face was dripping sweat, mingling with that on his chest, and running down the ridged muscles of his abs to disappear in the waistband of his boxers.

"You did pretty good. Got a mile out of you at least," he grinned.

As he got closer, I could see each individual rivulet of sweat roll.

I'd never been a fan of sweat.

It was bad enough when I did it, but just then, with Cleo all sweaty and s.e.xy as if he'd just had s.e.x for hours, I was turned on beyond belief.

"I tried," I managed to get out.

"You did good. Proud of you," he said as he took my hand and started walking back to his house.

Now that I wasn't dying of hypoxia, I started to take in the road we'd been running on.

"This is a nice area. When did you move in here?" I asked.

He smiled fondly. "I bought it a couple of years ago. I didn't move in here until last month. A couple of the MC members helped me out by replacing the floors and the roof, making it livable."

"What I saw of it was really great. More than livable," I supplied.

He grabbed my hand suddenly and veered off the road, taking a path that led into the woods.

"I've been fixing stuff here and there since I've been home. I just finished my bedroom two weeks ago. The bathroom a week before that. The kitchen, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired," he spoke as we walked, leading me along a winding path through a deep thicket of woods.

"Wow," I said. "Where are you taking me?"