you tell the cab driver she’s our best friend?”
I narrowed my eyes. “He was asking questions, because two college guys coming home with a passed out chick looks a bit suspect, no? At least if he thought we were more interested in fucking each other than her, he’d shut up.”
The crimson from earlier reappeared. I stepped closer to him, leaning down so I was right in his face. I bit my lip and watched his eyes zone in on the action. “He doesn’t need to know how much we love pussy, and how much we want to taste Melody under our tongues.”
He flinched and stepped away from me. “She’s out of it, Ry.”
Yeah, that’s the reason he doesn’t want to taste her. God, if there was a time for him to just tell me he bats for other team this would have been it.
I turned my back on him and called over my shoulder. “I like my women to know what’s happening to them, Sean. God, what do you think I am?” I grinned, knowing he was wringing his hands together with anxiety.
Once I did my business, I showered, leaving the door open so Sean could see me in the mirror, reflecting my wet image down the hallway where he stood, fighting the urge to stroke his hard dick. I turned the taps off and stepped out, letting him see me in the flesh. His breathing increased, his eyelids at half-mast. I gave him a full minute to soak me in. I maintain a good physique. I have a smaller frame than Blake; where he’s broad and built, I’m trim and lean. I have a six pack that takes two hundred sit ups a day to maintain.
“Sean, what the fuck are you doing?”
His eyes snapped up to mine, widening when he realised he’d been staring at my junk, and his jeans proved what he’d tried to hide.
He turned, walking into the wall before stumbling around and rushing into my room mumbling, “I needed to use the bathroom.”
I strode into my room behind him, still buck naked, grabbing a towel from my stash that I like to keep just for my use. I dried off and grabbed a pair of boxers. I noticed Sean did as I asked and made Melody more comfortable.
Jumping into the bed next to her, smelling the hint of apples embedded on her skin, I sighed. Sweet, sweet Melody. How easy you would be to take.
“Sean, go use the bathroom then make yourself comfy on the futon, man. I need to sleep.”
He nodded.
I pretended to sleep when he came back but I lay awake for most of the night.
I woke to the sun assaulting my eyes. Fuck, I forgot to close the blinds. I noticed Melody wasn’t in bed. Sean was still asleep on the futon. I heard voices so I followed them and found Blake in the bathroom talking to Melody. She looked worse for wear but still attractive.
After Blake acting out of character around her, I surmised he’d met her before but where? And why, when he thought I hadn’t touched her, did he smile?
I look at the clock knowing if I have another coffee I will be late for class where I plan to plant the little treat I worked on last night for Jacob and Clive. Flicking on the switch to make a fresh pot, I sit and let my mind unfold theories.
WHEN I LEAVE RYAN’S HOUSE, I realise I don’t have my car with me. I restrain the groan and begin the long walk home.
The walk is refreshing. The reckless behaviour of the night before has left an impression on my skull, and I need to breathe fresh air and walk off the dull thud. I’m just grateful Ryan and Sean turned out to be trustworthy, although Ryan can’t make coffee to save his life. The cup he made me has left a tar layer on my tongue, not helping the queasy stir in my stomach.
My mind wanders to Blake. Ha! So, the arrogant ass has a name and he’s Ryan’s brother which means he is the police officer. How can someone paid to protect and serve be such an asshole, not even helping to pick up someone he knocked over? And the blow off he gave me about me kissing him, and then staring at me with such intensity in his bathroom. The air could have ignited if our bodies struck each
I narrowed my eyes. “He was asking questions, because two college guys coming home with a passed out chick looks a bit suspect, no? At least if he thought we were more interested in fucking each other than her, he’d shut up.”
The crimson from earlier reappeared. I stepped closer to him, leaning down so I was right in his face. I bit my lip and watched his eyes zone in on the action. “He doesn’t need to know how much we love pussy, and how much we want to taste Melody under our tongues.”
He flinched and stepped away from me. “She’s out of it, Ry.”
Yeah, that’s the reason he doesn’t want to taste her. God, if there was a time for him to just tell me he bats for other team this would have been it.
I turned my back on him and called over my shoulder. “I like my women to know what’s happening to them, Sean. God, what do you think I am?” I grinned, knowing he was wringing his hands together with anxiety.
Once I did my business, I showered, leaving the door open so Sean could see me in the mirror, reflecting my wet image down the hallway where he stood, fighting the urge to stroke his hard dick. I turned the taps off and stepped out, letting him see me in the flesh. His breathing increased, his eyelids at half-mast. I gave him a full minute to soak me in. I maintain a good physique. I have a smaller frame than Blake; where he’s broad and built, I’m trim and lean. I have a six pack that takes two hundred sit ups a day to maintain.
“Sean, what the fuck are you doing?”
His eyes snapped up to mine, widening when he realised he’d been staring at my junk, and his jeans proved what he’d tried to hide.
He turned, walking into the wall before stumbling around and rushing into my room mumbling, “I needed to use the bathroom.”
I strode into my room behind him, still buck naked, grabbing a towel from my stash that I like to keep just for my use. I dried off and grabbed a pair of boxers. I noticed Sean did as I asked and made Melody more comfortable.
Jumping into the bed next to her, smelling the hint of apples embedded on her skin, I sighed. Sweet, sweet Melody. How easy you would be to take.
“Sean, go use the bathroom then make yourself comfy on the futon, man. I need to sleep.”
He nodded.
I pretended to sleep when he came back but I lay awake for most of the night.
I woke to the sun assaulting my eyes. Fuck, I forgot to close the blinds. I noticed Melody wasn’t in bed. Sean was still asleep on the futon. I heard voices so I followed them and found Blake in the bathroom talking to Melody. She looked worse for wear but still attractive.
After Blake acting out of character around her, I surmised he’d met her before but where? And why, when he thought I hadn’t touched her, did he smile?
I look at the clock knowing if I have another coffee I will be late for class where I plan to plant the little treat I worked on last night for Jacob and Clive. Flicking on the switch to make a fresh pot, I sit and let my mind unfold theories.
WHEN I LEAVE RYAN’S HOUSE, I realise I don’t have my car with me. I restrain the groan and begin the long walk home.
The walk is refreshing. The reckless behaviour of the night before has left an impression on my skull, and I need to breathe fresh air and walk off the dull thud. I’m just grateful Ryan and Sean turned out to be trustworthy, although Ryan can’t make coffee to save his life. The cup he made me has left a tar layer on my tongue, not helping the queasy stir in my stomach.
My mind wanders to Blake. Ha! So, the arrogant ass has a name and he’s Ryan’s brother which means he is the police officer. How can someone paid to protect and serve be such an asshole, not even helping to pick up someone he knocked over? And the blow off he gave me about me kissing him, and then staring at me with such intensity in his bathroom. The air could have ignited if our bodies struck each
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