Page 77 of Breaking Hollywood

“No, she’s fine,” I say. I’m clearly going soft in my old age. “And I don’t even know why I’m asking this because I’ll probably get a stupid answer in response…but what the fuck is Gucci wearing?”

She sits up, beaming. “Oh, pajamas. I found them on Amazon. Aren’t they just the cutest?”

“No. She looks fucking ridiculous.” I zero in on them. “Are those…strawberries on them?”

“And little pink flowers. I thought they were super cute, and she seems to love them.”

“You do actually realize that she’s a fucking goat. She has a built-in coat. Therefore, she doesn’t need pajamas to sleep in.”

Her eyes narrow at me. “So? I don’t need pajamas to sleep in, but I still wear them.”

And, now, I’m imagining her without her pajamas on.

Naked Speedy.

And…now, my cock’s decided to join the party.

Great. Just fucking great.

I sigh.

She flops back onto her pillows. “God, you’re so grouchy at times.”

“Yeah, and you’re fucking ridiculous.”

I turn my head to her, my face unable to keep the smile off it.

She returns that smile with one that I feel is like her dainty hand curling around my hard cock.

“You putting this movie back to the beginning, so I can watch from the start?” she asks in a soft voice.

And, because I love tormenting myself with her presence, I put the movie back to the beginning and press play. I reach over and turn my bedside lamp off because movies are always better in the dark.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Evans.

Then, I settle back on my pillows to watch one of the best movies ever made with the object of my desire lying right next to me.

Gabe

I wake to the smell of apples and a warm body curled up against mine.

Speedy.

My arm is around her, her head on my shoulder, her arm resting on my stomach, her leg slung over my left one. Her steady, even breaths tell me she’s sleeping.

I’m guessing she wouldn’t be lying on me like this if she were awake.

The TV is still on, but the movie has long since finished. Gucci is asleep at the bottom of the bed. I have no clue what time it is. But I don’t want to move in case I wake Speedy up.

I’m not ready to let her go just yet.

We must have fallen asleep while watching the film. Fuck knows how we ended up lying together in this position, but fuck if I’m not happy about it.

Having her in my arms with her body draped over mine like this…it’s the sweetest kind of hell. And it’s a hell I’d happily spend an obscene amount of time in.

Who knew holding a woman like this, without being inside her, could feel so good?

I’ve always gotten off and then got off with every woman I’ve slept with, no matter the circumstance.