Chapter Six

“Oh, come on! Not again, you big, dumb, blockhead!”

Pierce woke with a start to the sound of grunting, growling, and raised voices. Okay, one raised voice. He blinked his eyes, shaking his head before jumping out of bed.

“That’s mine!” the voice said again,

What the heck was going on? Still stuck in that place between dream and sleep—and it had been a very good dream about a certain dark-haired temptress with glowing golden eyes and a body that made a man want to drop to his knees and beg at her feet for any crumb she’d be willing to give.

Fuck. One day with her, and he was losing his mind. His dick was so hard, the head was already peeking out of his boxer briefs. He stalked over to the window and just about lost his mind.

“Let go!” another shout sounded, this one closer to his window.