I full on laughed, before getting up and waltzing into the bathroom, only to come to a dead stop as I caught a full view of April in a towel that barely covered her. My dick twitched at the sight and it took me a second before I could walk again. I turned the dial, letting her know how to adjust the temperature. When she stepped in close to watch me show her how to work the fancy dials, my eyes glued to her cleavage peeking out from where her hands tightly gripped the fabric.
Fuuucck.I wanted nothing more than to rip it off her, then toss her in the shower to demonstrate just what the jets could do. I swallowed hard when her eyes caught mine lingering on her chest and her cheeks flushed.
“I. Just. Go.” It came out in a jumble of words with no clear sentence.
I listened to the water running and no matter what I did, the images of her naked under would not leave. Eventually I turned on my tablet and put on Sport news. My dick was stiffer than a stone and about to cause me a giant case of blue balls if I couldn't find a way to distract myself. Relieving it wasn’t an option either at the moment.
When April came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, her clothes balled in front of her; she was right. My clothes were snug, but in all the right places. The fabric hugged her ass, and my shirt showed off the perfect globes underneath, which had no bra to protect her taut nipples peeking through.Fuck me.
“So, where to now?”
Shit. I hadn’t thought about much past this point. I was too distracted by the shower. My options were limited. The floor would fuck up my back. And there was absolutely no chance I was makinghersleep on the floor. I had a couch of course, but it was shit. An old hand-me-down that had seen better days. It was on my list of things to replace, but I truly never used it, so it hadn’t been a priority.
“In the bed, unless you want the floor,” I directed. It was an offer I didn’t want to make, but felt like she at least needed to have one. I knew her well enough that she wouldn't take it. Truthfully, the minute I suggested her to stay over, I knew I wanted her next to me.
“Wait…Yourbed?”
“Yes.” I patted the space next to me.
“Don’t you have a spare room or something?”
“Nope.”
“What?”
I shrugged. “It’s a one bedroom.”
Her face fell. “And where are you sleeping?”
I flashed a wicked smile and winked. “Beside you. I hate my fucking couch. And you will too. It’s lumpy and I am sure there is a spring loose that will dig into your ass.”
She hung her head in defeat.
I pointed to the left side of the bed. “It’s one night. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
She glanced between the bed and me with skepticism. I put my hands up like Scout’s honor.
“It’s not just your hands I’ll worry about.”
I grinned, glancing down at my junk. “He has a mind of his own. If there’s an ass to snuggle in next to, he rises.”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess I’ll sleep on my right side, so he can meet my knee.”
I cringed, cupping my dick.
She flashed a bright smile as she climbed in under mysheets, pulled the pillow tight under her chin, and wrapped herself like a burrito into the blankets.Ridiculous.
Now that my bathroom was free, I went to change and brush my teeth. Noting the smell of my classic soap’s scent lingering in the air. When I came back, she was lying there scrolling on her phone. She eyed me as I fluffed my pillow and then tucked under the sheets.
She smelled like me, but better. It was enticing. And it took all of my willpower not to shift closer to her. Instead, I reached for my phone as we both laid in the dark with only the screens glowing.
“There’s a spare charger on the side.” I pointed over her chest to the stand next to the bed.
“Convenient,” she said, reaching over and plugging her phone in. We both played on our phones for a few more minutes before she leaned over and caught a glimpse of my screen showing a highlight of tonight's game. “Good game,” she said through a yawn.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since we had extra innings.”
“You need to tighten your shoulder to your body when you swing.”
