THE BUZZING CELL PHONE wakes me. Damn it. I forgot to turn it off. I bounce against a warm body in the bed, and it takes me a few second to remember it’s Zoey, not a one-night stand I forgot to send home after we f****d. She doesn’t stir as I reach over her for the phone. My body comes alive as it contacts with hers, and my semi-erect c**k brushes against her a*s. But I’m more focused on the phone so I grab it, ending the call from my dad while cutting the ringer. It’s almost five in the morning; what the f**k does he want?
Zoey flips on her back as I lie down again. “What time is it?” she murmurs.
“Five am.”
Sighing, she pushes up on her elbows. “I need to get to my room before the other folks get up.”
“How about one more for the road?” I say, running my fingers down her side.
“You’r
