THIRTEEN
DOMINIQUE
Idon’t mean to fall asleep.
When I pull Kasey toward me, my plan is to take a couple of minutes, catch my breath, and then slip free from her body and return to my own bed for the night.
That isn’t what happens. I don’t know how much time I lose, but when I next open my eyes, it’s to the sight of Kasey’s blond curls tangled beneath my chin.
Her naked body presses against mine, a warm weight I’m loath to admit I enjoy feeling beside me. She’s burrowed herself into the crook of my arm with her head resting on top of my chest. One creamy thigh drapes elegantly between mine, tucking the tips of her toes beneath my calf. This is full-blown cuddling if I’ve ever seen it.
Fuck.
We must have shifted in our sleep. The way Kasey looks now, eyes closed and delicate lips parted, you’d think she wants me to hold her. That she enjoys being wrapped up in arms. Maybe she even takes comfort in the steady thrum of my heart beneath her ear.
She must have grown cold in the middle of the night. Why else would she seek out my warmth? We’ve slept in the same bed before, and sure there’s been some spooning, but usually, I hold her captive against me and when I wake up, she’s on her side of the bed and I’m on mine. Never before has she curled into me like this.
I don’t know how to feel about it. My thumb traces the dark mark on her shoulder. It’s a medley of purple and yellow. A mark I left when I sank my teeth into her skin.
My mind races with memories of last night. The way I dug my hands into her hips and squeezed her throat, denying her breath. Her pussy was drenched for me, and she took my cock in her ass perfectly. I knew that she would.
But fuck. What I did…I can’t believe I took her so brutally like that, but not a single part of me regrets it. Baby Henderson took everything I dished out and would have willingly taken more.
Where did she come from? And how the hell was I lucky enough to be the first to claim her?That thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. A possessive need to not only be her first but also her last and everything else in between surges through my veins.Snap out of it.
I’m not playing for keeps here. This is a temporary game.
Sunlight filters through the room letting me know that night has long since come and gone.
Moving slowly, I slide Kasey’s head from my chest and onto her pillow. She shifts to get comfortable, a small furrow forming between her brows. Holding my breath, I remain still, waiting to see if she’ll wake. When she settles, I exhale a breath of relief and slip the rest of the way out from beneath her. Stifling my groan when my dick sticks to her thigh, I force myself out of her bed, ignoring my morning wood as my eyes hunt for my clothes.
What time is it? A look at her bedside clock shows it’s 5:14 a.m..Shit. Later than I thought. Or earlier, depending on how you want to look at it.
On an upside, Kappa Mu is on the edge of campus, so it won’t take me long to get to the field. But it also means I won’t have time to shower until after practice. I’m not bothered by that realization as much as I should be. I like the smell of her on my skin. The lingering scent of her strawberry shampoo. The erotic fragrance of her pussy. I didn’t get the chance to bury my face between her thighs. But I’ll make sure to indulge in eating her pretty little cunt the next time I have her spread out beneath me.
Throwing on my shirt and black athletic shorts from last night, I give Kasey one last lingering look. My dick decides now is the perfect time to bob beneath my shorts, directing his attention to the women spread out beside us.
I adjust myself, but it only seems to make it worse, taking my dick from a semi to a full blown erection. You would think after the marathon of sex last night, my dick would be a gentleman and take a break, but all it wants is another round in the sack with Kasey. Maybe two.
Sucking on my teeth, I consider what I’m supposed to do. We haven’t done this at her place before. Me sleeping over. Usually she’s in my bed and I just get up and leave for practice without waking her. But this is her space. Will it piss her off to wake up and see that I’m gone? Do I leave a note? Should I wake her up?
Nah. Bad idea. I should let her sleep.
Right?
Right.
Nodding to myself, I abandon both ideas and move for the door. This is the right call. Post sex conversations are awkward. Kasey knows I have practice in the mornings. It’s why I’m gone first thing in the morning when she crashes at my place.
She won’t be surprised to wake up and see that I’m gone, and she sure as shit won’t be disappointed. Most likely, she’ll be relieved.
Brows drawn, I waste several seconds that I don’t have trying to parse out whether that bothers me.
Nah. I’m good. It could be nice if she gave a shit about where I’d gone. But there’s no reason for her to keep tabs on me. Dragging my hand over my face, I stifle a groan. What am I still doing here?
Decision made, I slip through her door, closing it behind me.
Voices reach my ears, coming from deeper inside of the house. Taking that as my cue to haul ass and leave. I make a beeline for the side exit door.
