Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Only if you want to.” I give her toes a tap with my big toe.
“What do you want me to do?”
Oh shit—she’s going to make me say it. Why do girls do this? Doesn’t she get that by me saying You could spend the night, I’m telling her I want her to spend the night? She needs me to spell it out for her, now, too?
Ugh. Fuck me. “I want you to stay.” And I don’t want you sleeping in the guest bedroom. I want you sleeping with me. Under me. Over me. Sideways.
“Do you want to spoon me too?”
I want to do more than spoon her.
I realize Teddy is a virgin, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
She’s amazing company. She’s sweet, pretty, and smart. She has a kind heart and a great ass, and who can beat all that?
“Yup.”
“I don’t have pajamas.”
Pretty sure my nostrils flare just then. The fact that she doesn’t have anything to sleep in gets me excited.
I grin. “Me either.”
“Are you even tired?”
What does that have to do with bedtime? “Actually, yes.”
Though now I wish like hell that I wasn’t.
“Me too.”
I rise then offer my hand to help her up. Plant a kiss on the crown of her head, and…take her fucking hand.
Jesus.
So domestic.
I let her lead the way up the stairs, gaze resting on her tight ass and the sway of her hips.
We make quick work of brushing our teeth; Teddy washes her face, uses the toilet.
Then, when we’re standing next to the bed and she’s fully clothed, it’s suddenly so fucking awkward and the only thing to do is help her out of them. Because I’m a gentleman, and that’s what we fucking do.
The T-shirt comes first.
I lift it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The lights are on, so I can see every inch of her skin. Her high breasts in the white cotton bra she’s got on. Nothing lace, nothing too sexy. Just Teddy.
I leave the bra, and together we go for the waistband of her black leggings.
Push them down, over her hips until she’s able to step out of them.
Practical, white cotton panties.
No thong. No hip-huggers. No flirty cheeksters.
Sweet.
Sensible.
She turns and hops up into bed. Crawls to the center and burrows beneath the covers. Yanks them clear up to her chin, only her shoulders and bra straps visible.
It makes me want to tunnel under the blankets and do dirty, nasty shit to her.
I leave the bedside lamp on.
Climb in.
Lie flat on my back, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
“Thanks for coming today.” And later.
“Thanks for inviting me. It was an education, that’s for sure.”
I roll over to face her. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah—I met Renee and Miranda.”
Who? “Who are they?”
“Um, Brian’s and Thomas’s girlfriends.”
“Oh, those two. Yeah, they’re decent. I see them around a lot. They come to almost every game, even the away ones.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well they were super helpful, telling me the rules—I didn’t know how the game was played.”
“But it was fun?”
“It was. Lots of blood, though, which I thought was weird.”
I laugh, chuckling deep in my chest. “That’s what I love about it.”
Teddy rolls her eyes, shifting onto her side to face me and mimicking my pose.
We’re inches apart now, her cleavage a thing of beauty, plump and right there in my fucking face. I want to trail a finger between her boobs but don’t have the guts.
Instead, Teddy surprises me by trailing a finger between mine—my pecs—running the tip down my flat stomach on a clear path to my happy trail.
It makes my dick twitch.
I give her a lazy smile and let her touch me.
It’s killing me to lie here, unflinching, just observing her.
“You…” she begins shyly. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Teddy ducks her head, blushing down into the valley of her tits. “No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.” I reach for her then, hand on her waist beneath the covers. “You’re gorgeous.”
I would never say that to someone unless I meant it.
“I can’t believe I’m lying here not wearing any clothes.” She laughs nervously. “This is so unlike me.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to put your clothes back on?”
Another laugh. “No.”
Good.
“I want…” Teddy clears her throat. “I want you to kiss me.”
So I do.
We gravitate toward one another, our lips softly meeting, and I’m conscious of the fact that my fucking mustache is partially preventing me from feeling her mouth.
I trimmed my beard back this afternoon, but it’s still too long, making it impossible for Teddy to stroke the skin on my jaw, my chin, my neck.
Robs me of the sensitive spots I used to love having sucked and nipped by delicate lips.
Our mouths open and fuse, tongues touching—tentatively at first then hungrily as the erection grows in my boxers.
“Are you going to dry hump me again?” She grins.