Song for this chapter: RAINNE- Psycho Killer

[Mature Content]

"You are impossible to sleep with," Nate groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nate was sitting on the edge of his bed his bare muscular back facing me. It's not my fault that I move and talk in my sleep. And apparently, I snore really loud which is absurd. I do not snore.

"It's not my fault," I shot back, "It's definitely your fault."

"Oh really?" Nate griped, turning his head to glare at me. "Keep sassing me and watch what happens."

"Probably nothing cause you're a bitch," I teased.

"Excuse me,"

"I said -"

"I know what you said," Nate cut me off, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. "You're a brat."

"See, I said you'd do nothin-"

A large hand was pressed to my lips cutting me off from finishing my sentence. His callused fingers were rough against my lips.

"It is eight in the damn morning. You are really going to make me fuck the sass out of you," Nate grumbled, a sheer look of annoyance in his eyes.

I couldn't help myself it was way too much fun to annoy him. I nodded my head up and down.

"Take off your panties" Nate ordered.

Nate removed his hand from my lips and rose up from the bed. I watched as he pulled off his boxers revealing him to be already rock hard and completely naked. I arched my hips pulling off the pair of underwear that I had previously slept in.

"Good," Nate spoke, "Now lay on your stomach."

I did as Nate told me and rolled over onto my stomach. His rough hand grabbed my hip and pulled my ass up higher into the air while my chest was pressed firmly against the bed. A position that was definitively one of my favorites. His cold fingers against my warm clit caused me to bite down on the blanket to stifle back a moan.

"You're such a brat," Nate groaned.

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"How do you want your coffee?" Nate asked in a hoarse tone.

Not only was he already tired but this morning surely tired him out even more. I felt bad, but after being denied sex because I was drunk. The urge only grew stronger throughout the night.

"Just black," I chimed.

"At least one of us is in a good mood. And somehow it isn't the one who should be very hungover," Nate muttered, filling the coffee cups with the steaming black liquid.

"I told you I wouldn't get one," I teased, leaning up against the kitchen counter.

"We should go out for breakfast," Nate spoke flatly.

"Okay," I cooed.

Nate took the coffee cup from my hand and sat it by the sink along with his cup. I was confused as too why he was in such a rush to leave until I turned around and seen Cal standing in the doorway with a smug smile on his lip.

"Leaving so soon," Cal spoke, folding his arms over his chest.

"I'll talk to you later," Nate grumbled.

I followed quietly behind Nate to the truck that was still parked in the driveway.

"I hate him," Nate muttered, as he turned over the ignition.

"He clearly doesn't like me," I spoke biting at my lip anxiously, "Plus it is a little weird looking your dad in the eyes after I saw him balls deep in Jules."

"He doesn't like anything unless he is balls deep," Nate spat out.

"Gross," I chuckled, pulling my cellphone out of my purse.

"Definitely gross," Nate chuckled.

"Shit," I groaned staring down at my phone.

"What?"

"Well, I have almost 50 missed calls from my mom," I sighed, "I thought she wasn't going to be home last night."

"Shit," Nate repeated, "Well we will stop at your house and then we can go for breakfast."

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

"Of course," Nate smiled, "I love meeting me some milfs."

"Extra gross," I said scrunching my nose up.

My mom was going to lose her absolute shit. But, I can't exactly blame her. She knows everything about me... She has been dealing with me for years. And every single time I've stopped coming home and going off schedule I have a maniac episode-- and she wasn't going to believe me that it was different this time.