What was this?

“Saint—”

“Shush, and it’s Zion. It’s time for sleep.”

Maybe I could if there wasn’t a hard-on pressing into my ass. My body had a mind of its own and pushed back against it. Also, what was the deal with him wanting me to call him Zion? As far as I knew, the club members only wanted their…. All right, I would not go there. I would not let that thought finish because it was too intense.

He groaned. “No moving. Sleep.”

Was he serious? “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

I stilled when I felt his lips on my shoulder and then the back of my neck. There he whispered, “Unless you wanna tell me what you do with that dildo?”

Fuck no.

“I could use some sleep,” I said quietly.

His chuckle swept over the side of my face as he leaned up on one elbow. “That’s what I thought.” He pressed his lips to my jaw. “Now, I like being the big spoon. You good with the little?”

I nodded, but… holy, holy fuck. He actually wanted to go to sleep. With me in his arms. Of course my dick was going to notice—especially when his dick was still hard and up against my ass. How did he expect me to sleep like this?

My mind and body were buzzed.

He lay back down and curled me into him more, sliding his arm under my neck and hooking it gently around my shoulders.

This was hugging.

Saint was hugging me like he’d done it a million times.

He kissed the back of my neck. “Relax.”

“How?” I said before I could stop myself.

I felt his smile on my skin. “Sleep’ll come. We just gotta relax.”

“You’re huggin’ me like I’m your own personal teddy bear, but you’re pressed so tight I can feel everythin’.”

He laughed. “It’ll go down eventually. Just relax. Tell me what it’s like livin’ with Boom and Wendy.”

He was good; that was an instant boner killer. Except, as I spoke, his hand over my waist started running up and down my side.

“You touchin’ me like that won’t help the situation. Even when I’m talkin’ about Boom.”

His laugh was louder. “Got it.” He slid it back over me. “Let’s get some shut-eye then. But I just wanna say I’m glad you have them in your life. Glad Boom took you in.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “So am I.”

I didn’t think sleep would find me, but it did. I’d have my freak-out another day when it registered that I drifted off in the arms of Zion “Saint” Storey.

As I stretched, sleep evaporated and awareness locked in. I opened my eyes and looked beside me. The bed was empty. I glanced around the room to make sure what I thought happened had, and when I saw Saint’s things, I relaxed a little. Only a little, though, because I was still in Saint’s house, in his room and bed, after sleeping beside him all night.