**The next morning**

Xavier woke with a snarl in his throat and pressure behind his eyes. His arm reached out instinctively, grabbing for soft skin and warm curves, but the sheets were empty.

Still warm. Still scented.

But no Sky.

His brow furrowed. His body tense.

And between his legs?

He was a fucking problem.

His morning wood wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t just stiff..it was swollen, mean, and leaking.

His length lay like a beast across his abs, the thick shaft rising from a base lined with pulsing veins, twitching against his skin.

The head..dark, flushed, angry..was already glistening with precum, painting a sticky trail across the waistband of his...