Page 105 of Taking Sides

Whitney groans, like, “See? I’m a mess.”

“You look gorgeous. I like the whistle. It’s very sexy.”

She raises both brows. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

With a small laugh, she shifts the stuff in her arms to keep from dropping it.

“Here.” I take all of it from her. “I got it.”

She heads for the stairs, and I follow behind her.

“Where are Danny and Erin?” she asks once we’re in my bedroom. “I thought you’d all be waiting on me.”

“They’re both running late too.”

“You let me rush up here for nothing?”

“Not for nothing.” I set her stuff down and then scoop her up in my arms. She giggles as I fall onto the bed with her.

“How much time do we have?” Her hands slide under my T-shirt.

“As much time as you want,” I assure her.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl.

Whitney pulls me up and takes my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Then she goes straight to work on unbuttoning my jeans. We may not need to hurry, but we’re both too eager to slow down.

I help her get my jeans and boxers off and those go on the floor as well. She kisses me before I can do anything about hers.

She pushes me onto my back again, that damn whistle knocking me in the face in the process. I grab ahold of it, then put it in my mouth and blow lightly.

Whitney gasps and pulls back, taking her whistle with her. She holds a hand over it protectively, pressing it into the valley between her breasts. “Did you just blow my whistle?”

“Sure did, baby.”

Her eyes light up and she lets her hand fall away. “Say that again.”

“Baby?”

Whitney nods rapidly as she sits back and pulls her shirt over her head, then takes off her bra too. Once she’s topless, she picks up the whistle again. Her lips wrap around the end. Fuck, that’s sexy.

I sit up to kiss her, but she blows it lightly, then speaks around it. “On your back, Charming.”

Okay. I can get on board with this game.

“Whatever you say, Coach.”

She moves off the side of the bed. Her stare doesn’t leave me as she slowly pushes her leggings and panties down her hips past her thighs and knees and then to her ankles. She pulls them the rest of the way off and then stands tall, naked and stunning. My dick throbs with the need to be inside her.

I crook one hand behind my head. I’m here for the show. I could watch her all day.

Whitney pulls her hair free from her ponytail and the dark brown strands fall over her shoulders.

“Condoms in the nightstand?” she asks.

“Yeah.” I move to get one, but she blows the whistle again.