Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(26)
Nope. The Mayor snored ever so softly again.
Jonathan grunted. “He was exhausted. I have no clue what he did after he left earlier, but he was barely awake when he arrived here.”
Of course, my man would have known. I leaned up on an elbow, peering across the Mayor to Jonathan. I lifted my brows expectantly. “Wake him up. He needs to leave.” I knew better than to wake a Gargoyle.
Jonathan’s own eyes appeared as blurry as mine probably were. “Really? Can’t we just shove him on the ground?” Tired brows lifted. “This day has been…trying.”
My blink was sluggish. “I don’t want him staying here.” The adrenaline was long gone from my body. I was crashing fast. “And he snores.”
Jonathan yawned so large that I saw his tonsils. “It’s not that bad.” Another yawn, mumbling through it, “And he doesn’t snore all the time.”
Ah, yes, he would know that as well.
So did I.
“I know that,” I griped, my head literally bobbing as I tried to keep my eyes open. “I really didn’t need that reminder. For you. Or me.”
Jonathan’s eyes shut, mumbling on a barely coherent whisper, “Sorry, Peanut.”
My limbs went to complete mush as the last of the adrenaline exited my body, and my head and half my body thumped down on the Mayor’s chest. “We need to move…him.” My eyelids wouldn’t open back up, and I yawned grandly, barely able to shove myself off Isaac. I was still resting against his side, unable to move any further. “In just a few minutes…I’ll move…hate…Gargoyles.”
A zapping sensation running up and down my spine woke me.
It wasn’t strong or intimidating, but it definitely didn’t feel normal.
My eyes opened into my dark bedroom, the moon having shifted greatly, the glowing clock on my nightstand saying it was just after six a.m. I blinked slowly, wiping the grit from my eyes, and rolled into Jonathan, patting his bare chest as I snuggled under his chin. “Sweetie, what is that?”
He merely grunted softly, wrapping his arm around me and rested one of his hands on my ass.
I hummed quietly, pressing against him further, my eyes closing. Until another whisper of oddness in the air made my brows pucker, waking me again. I patted his chest more firmly, bumping his chin on the top of my head. “Sweetie. What is that? It doesn’t feel right.”
He groaned grumpily, hoarsely, but I felt his head lift. His chest expanded greatly, making my head move back and forth. Then…Isaac…the man I was apparently snuggled up against…rested his head back down, grumbling, “I don’t sense anything wrong.”
The bed wobbled under me as I froze completely. Jonathan’s redhead tipped up on the other side of the Mayor. Then the bed shook again as he thumped back down. Half asleep, he groaned, “Everything feels normal to me.”
My teeth clenched. “Everything is not normal. I am lying against f*cking Isaac, who I thought was you. He is in our bed. And his hand is still on my ass.” Lucy growled down by my feet, as if in agreement. “How the hell did we end up like this?” We were laying the right way in bed, our heads on my lovely pillows with my comforter over the three of us.
“I moved us,” Isaac mumbled on a yawn, politely—right—moving his warm palm from my ass to the small of my back. “I woke and you were both passed out.”
I pinched his chest, twisting his skin good, as my head tilted back to stare up at him. “What part of ‘this isn’t going to happen’ don’t you understand?”
Isaac merely flexed his pec where I was pinching. He whispered quietly against my temple, only loud enough for me to hear, “Technically, I’ve never said I wanted it. You are very blind to your man’s wants.” He jerked his shoulder, making my fingers fall away from his chest. His deep timber rose in demand. “Now, be quiet and go back to sleep. I mean really, Little One, we are only sleeping. There is no harm in that.”
My lips pinched, and I wiggled out of his hold. “There is harm in you sleeping with us. Between us.” I rolled out of bed, stretching, and grumbling in irritation, “I have to pee. When I come back, I want you out of this bed.”
“Not going to happen,” he mumbled tiredly, but he rolled, swiftly maneuvering over Jonathan’ body, and then shoved him—Jonathan grumbled a curse in his tired state—into the middle. He climbed back under the covers. “There. I’m not between you two any longer.”
I stared. “That’s not any better. I don’t want you next to him.” I growled quietly, a little more than confused by his whispered words, and then marched to the bathroom. “Just sleep on the damn floor if you’re not leaving.” It was too early to argue any further with the Gargoyle.
The Mayor chuckled quietly, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder. “Yeah…no.”
“Yeah…f*ck you,” I hissed, not closing the door all the way.
Jonathan snickered quietly. “You’re really irritating her.”
“I know,” Isaac grumbled, and it sounded like he yawned. “Shut up. I’m beat.”
Jonathan grunted.
I didn’t hear anything else, so I started peeing.
Jonathan grumbled dryly, “Really, Peanut? You’re not even going to shut the door?”