Chapter Thirty-Five
Trouble Brewing
Alex woke to the patter (and patterns) of rain falling on the skylight.
Overlapping circles, concentric and not, spread like expanding bulls-eyes across the glass. Clouds as purple-black as the yellow-tinged bruises swelling his ass frowned and poured down, trying to drown the body and quench any cheery spirit. Luckily Alex had his owner’s abode and approbation to preserve him from both.
In his arms, in her bed, Rachel Blaine slumbered on. Though often restless in repose, unconsciously wrestling against or desperately clutching him, she’d remained as quiet as though sedated for some time now.
Good for her. Though noon was approaching, they’d barely been down eight hours. Let her catch up on her rest while he savored this incredible state of inner
