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Matt doesn’t make me wait for him for more than a few minutes.
He hands over the backpack as he asks, “What happened now? Is Greer okay?”
I shake my head because she’s definitelynotokay, but I’m also kind of pissed because he assumes I did something to fuck her up. I might be an asshole at times, but I would never personally hurt the girl, for fuck’s sake, and my best friend should know better.
I want to tell him that, I want to tell him what really happened, but it’s not safe for us to be talking shit out here about the boss’s wife where anyone can walk in on us and hear.
I shake my head. “Not here. I’ll explain it when I get home.”
He nods reluctantly and leaves it at that, but I see the questions burning brightly in his eyes. He’s choosing to trust me, though, because that’s what brothers do.
I let myself back into her room, and I’m locking the door as she’s walking out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. My dick gets some funny ideas because I know, without a doubt, that she’s got nothing on under there. I would love nothing more than to rip that towel right off her sweet little body so I can find out what color her nipples are, but I can’t do that because it’d be a dick move. The girl was just crying, for shit’s sake.
And, also, she’s supposed to be off-limits to me. I sort of forgot about that little part, which is incredibly stupid of me after all the trouble I caused by sticking my dick where it didn’t belong already once this summer. But I’m also pretty sure I don’t give a fuck about it anymore.
I clear my throat before asking, “Is it cool with you if I use your shower?” I hold up the backpack. “Matt dropped off a change of clothes for me.”
At least that’s what’s supposed to be in the bag. I would not put it past those guys to fuck with me and forget my boxers or something.
She nods but refuses to meet my eyes. There’s also a slight blush covering her cheeks, but at least she’s not crying anymore. I guess that’s progress.
She heads toward what I’m assuming is the closet while I step into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind me.
Her bathroom is not surprisingly a whole lot nicer than the ones in staff housing, but I don’t let it piss me off. I’m in no mood to be a surly asshole at the moment.
I drop the backpack down onto the counter and unzip it. The boys didn’t fuck me over, thank God. Inside is a soft white T-shirt, gray sweatpants, socks, and an old hoodie that’s a favorite of mine. Thankfully there is also a pair of boxers so I don’t have to free ball it in gray sweats in front of Greer. That’s not how I want her to get her first look at my dick.
I know how women love a good pair of gray sweatpants. It melts their brain or some shit.
I take the fastest shower I possibly can, washing myself with all of her expensive shit that smells like her. I can’t linger in here with her scent all around me because it makes me want to jerk off in her shower, and I refuse to do that to her space even though, let’s face it, it would probably be a good idea because my mind has totally been in the gutter since the second she stepped out onto that beach.
I’m in and out and dressed in under five minutes, with my dirty clothes all packed up and put away in the backpack.
She’s sitting on the bed when I walk out, brushing her long, thick blonde hair. Fuck me, I should have stayed in the bathroom where it was safe. And I should have jerked off because my cock is definitely enjoying the view more that it has any business to.
My fingers twitch with the need to run them through all that glorious hair of hers.
I also want her to put some more fucking clothes on before she drives me insane. She’s wearing a simple cami and sleep shorts that are far too short to be sensible. They also look silky, and I can see her nipples poking through.
“Put this on.” I shove my hoodie at her, and she takes it from my hands with a baffled look on her face that I find fucking adorable.
Goddamn me, I am so screwed.
She puts the hoodie on, and she’s so small compared to me that it practically dwarfs her, but I like seeing her in my clothes. It’s like she belongs to me in a way. Who knew that I could be such a territorial asshole when I’m not just after a hookup?
“Um, Brady?” She hesitates before asking, “What’s going on here?”
I don’t answer her with words, instead choosing to show her with my actions so it’s obvious to her.
I flick off the light switches but turn the one in the bathroom back on. I leave the door partially cracked open so the room isn’t entirely cast into darkness.
She’s sitting on the bed where I left her, fiddling nervously with the hairbrush in her hands.
I pluck it out of her hands and toss it onto the nightstand where it makes a clattering noise. “Get under the covers and scoot over.”
Her eyes are a little too wide, but she does as she’s told, and I climb into the bed behind her.
“Relax, Greer,” I whisper to her as I pull her stiff body into mine and wrap my arms around her. “It’s been a long day for both of us. I’m physically beat, and I’ve got to get up in the morning so I can do it all over again. You’ve just finished crying your eyes out, so I know you’ve got to be drained. Don’t overthink it. Just relax, let me hold you, and go to sleep.”
Like the good girl she is, she wraps her arm around my stomach and rests her head against my chest without argument, tucking herself in tight against me.
My cock twitches as her sweet tits press into my chest, and I know this night is going to be pure fucking torture for me.
Not for Greer though, she sleeps like a baby.
