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I grab a pair of shorts from the drawer I threw my clothes in while Nick and Meghan are here. I’d much rather sleep naked, but that’s not the best option for tonight. I don’t want to scare Marissa away before we even have an opportunity to test out this whole friends with benefits option. Since she’s still in the bathroom, I step into the small storage room beneath the stairs and change out of my trunks. They’re not wet anymore from today’s swimming adventures, but there’s no way I want to sleep in them tonight.
When my shorts are on and my trunks thrown over the pile of kitchen supplies, I glance around the small space. It was meant to be a second bedroom, only enough room for a twin size bed, but the couple who owned the boat before me didn’t have it finished that way. They didn’t have kids, therefore didn’t feel the need for a second bed. It sure would be coming in handy right about now. Hell, it would have come in handy from day one. Usually I take the bed and Nick is forced to sleep on the tiny fold out couch that he’s way too big for.
I should finish this room.
When I step out of the room, Marissa’s standing in the living room. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt that hits mid-thigh and her face is free of makeup. I can’t help but notice she looks just as beautiful without the little bit of makeup she wears as she does with it. In fact, with her standing in that sleep shirt, I think she’s even more gorgeous.
The only thing that would make this scene better is if it were my shirt she was wearing.
I head over, releasing the table from the floor, and move it out of the way. Opening the cabinet above the drawers, I pull out two blankets and pillows, even though I’m pretty sure I won’t be using one tonight. Dropping the bedding in the chair I’ll try to sleep in, I unfold the couch into the futon bed. I can feel her eyes on me while I lay a sheet down, toss the pillow toward the head, and drape the blanket over the rest. When our eyes connect, sexual energy zips through the air, zapping my fraying nerves. This is a bad idea. I can tell. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep with her mere feet away, not when I’ve already seen what her body looks like in a bikini and not when all I want to do is rip off that nightshirt and have my wicked way with her.
I can feel my cock growing, thickening like he’s ready to play. Instead of giving in to the urge to touch her skin, I motion for the bed. I can’t even find words.
“Thank you,” she says, grabbing the blanket and sliding underneath. Of course, I catch a glimpse of smooth thigh and pink panties before she’s able to cover herself.
That image is now burned in my retinas.
“Well, good night,” I say, turning off the light and grabbing my own blanket. I throw it around like I’m angry at it, but in reality, I’m angry with myself. I’m angry at the way I react to her, even though I don’t want to. I don’t want to want her as badly as I do, but fuck, I can’t help it.
“Night.”
I toss and turn for ten minutes, trying to get in a comfortable position, but that’s hard when you’re sitting up. And have a boner. The pillow is useless, just as I expected, and does nothing to keep my head from falling back. There’s too much space between the back of the seat and wall, so that doesn’t help. My legs are extended out in front of me, occasionally coming in contact with the futon bed.
And to make it worse? I can hear her. Her breathing. Her skin sliding against the bedding. Her soft little sighs as she tries to get comfortable too. I. Can. Hear. Her. And it’s driving me absolutely wild.
“Rhenn?” she asks, my cock pulsing in my shorts at the way she says my name.
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice hoarse and my throat thick.
“Will you please come over here and sleep beside me. I know you’re not comfortable, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sleep knowing that.”
May Day, May Day!
Bad idea, Captain!
“I’m fine,” I reply tightly.
“You’re not fine.” In the moonlight spilling from the skylights, I see her sit up. “It probably won’t be comfortable here either, but at least you’ll be lying down.” And then she goes for the kill. “Please.”
That’s the moment I know I’ll never be able to deny her anything, as long as we both shall live. I’ll do whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. She owns my body, sure, but something more. She just pushes her way right on in, staking her claim on something I haven’t given freely or willingly in a decade.
Knowing it’s fruitless to fight her, I get up and slip behind her on the futon. She’s turned on her side, facing away from me, so that we both fit. I instantly feel the heat of her body and willingly let it envelop me in its immediate comfort. Lying on my side behind her, I’m able to extend my feet onto the chair I was trying to sleep on.
Marissa moves back, the globes of her perfect ass pressing against my swollen cock. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mean to, but we’re so close that it’s impossible for us not to touch. See why this was such a bad idea? My brain says abort, but my cock says free me now. She adjusts again, the soft material of her panties sliding easily against the material of my shorts, and a moan of pure torturous pleasure threatens to spill from my lips. I have to grab her hip to keep her from moving. I’m not sure I can take much more.
“I really think you should stop moving, Angel.” My words are tight again, just like my shorts.
She pauses, a small gasp filling the cabin. But then my little vixen does exactly what she shouldn’t do – not if she wants to keep this little spoon-fest PG-13. She arches her back, firmly pressing her ass against my aching cock.
My mind blanks.
My cock starts to cry with happiness.
My body bursts into flames.
“What if I don’t want to stop moving?” she asks, not in the least bit innocently.
“This is a dangerous game you’re playing. I want you too much right now, Marissa,” I whisper, my hand squeezing her hip.
