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I fall backward on the bed and grab my midsection in a belly laugh. I figured he wouldn’t be able to help himself. Kee is unbelievably pretty and Tripp seems like a shameless flirt.
“I banged the top of his beer bottle with the bottom of mine. It exploded in his face. I think he got the hint,” she howls in laughter.
I wipe under my eyes and sit back up. I hate that I wasn’t there as a buffer for her, but I know my best friend. She can certainly handle herself, and she has a thing for older men anyway. I’m pretty sure there’s a shirt in her closet that saysDo DILFS, Not Drugs.
“Come on. Up.” She takes both of my hands and pulls me to my feet. “Go put something cute on.”
Chapter 13
Gage
Hey, it’s me. Your brain. What the fuck is wrong with you?
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I can’tthinkstraight around her.
I shake the leftover water out of my hair as I towel off and find some clean jeans and a T-shirt. Too bad I can’t shake off the hard-on under my towel too. I need to get out of this room before I go against my better judgment and jump back in the shower with Blythe. My dick immediately swells even more thinking about her naked.
I don’t know whether to thank the universe for saving me from making a rash decision with her in the heat of the moment or cuss it out for leaving me with the world’s worst case of blue balls.
The women I’ve been with in the past have all been beautiful in their own way. But seeing Blythe all wet and naked just inches from me about brought me to my knees. I’m not usually that affected. But I also don’t usually come face-to-face with the sexiest face and body I’ve ever laid eyes on. Those tits were so round and soft, I didn’t know whether I wanted to squeeze them, suck them, or fuck them.
All of the above.
It was the way she seemed shocked that I’d get in there with her, but curious and excited at the same time that really got me though. The restraint it took not to haul her up against the wall and touch every part of her was almost impossible to hang on to.
I’m good at reading people. It’s why I don’t have to say much around them. Not a whole lot of questions are needed for me to figure them out. I knew the second the idea popped into my head to get in with her that she’d be down.
It seems childish, but I couldn’t go another moment without finding out whether or not she was as attracted to me as I was to her. We’re not in middle school, so I couldn’t exactly pass her a note to see if she had a crush on me.
I never planned on trying anything when I got in there with her. I just wanted to catch her off guard and see her reaction. By the way her breaths quickened and she had a hard time taking her eyes off of me, I’d say it was mutual.
The way she smelled. How soft her skin was. Her nervous laugh and her bright blue eyes bigger than the damn Texas sky. I wanted to sink into her and stay there until the sun came up.
I pull up the clean pair of pants that I found, groan, and adjust myself. Someone get me an ice pack.
Warren might have mentioned when she was leaving, but I was so distracted by her that I can’t remember. I don’t even know if she’ll be here for long. The thought makes me panic. Maybe if I ask in the group chat it’ll seem less obvious, so I pull my phone off the side table.
Me: How long is your sister going to be living here again?
Warren: Til the end of the month hopefully. If I can keep her around that long.
Interesting. When she and her friend first got here, it seemed sudden. Like it was a last-minute decision to come and stay here. Her friend seemed oddly overprotective like something had happened recently too.
After putting my clothes on and heading to my computer in the living room, I hang my head and hold it with both hands. If I could just stop thinking about her for two fucking seconds I might be able to get some work done before this place is crawling with people. It never fails that we have a few get-togethers or parties on the weekends. Going to the bar last night was rare for me. But I always join in on the fun if we keep it at the bunkhouse.
Tripp: That reminds me, I spilled coffee on my comforter this morning. I might need to shack up in the loft until it’s washed.
Warren: Not a chance motherfucker
Tripp: Kidding ;)
Tripp: We still busting bottles here tonight?
Warren: Idk I’m still hungover as hell.
Me: Pussy
Now I’m thinking about pussy. Justgreat.
