His hand slips beneath my shirt and lifts to cup my breast. Thank God! But his hand doesn’t keep moving. It stops. I lie there, rigid, waiting for him to make a move. But he goes soft behind me and his breaths fall long and even by my ear, and I realize he’s asleep.
He falls asleep cupping my breast, holding me like I’m something precious. I just wish I was.
Sam
She has been here for eleven nights. Eleven nights of holding her while she sleeps. Eleven mornings of waking up with her wrapped around me. Eleven showers where I jack off to thoughts of her, because I’m so fucking horny that I can’t even walk. I’m going nuts.
She goes to work every day and so do I. I work out every morning with weights with my trainer, trying to stay in shape so that when it’s time to go back to playing, I won’t die of exhaustion when I run onto the field. I think the workouts are the only things that keep me from losing my mind. Well, that and masturbation.
She smells so fucking good.
I wrap my arms around her at night, with her bottom nestled in my crotch, and my dick reaching toward her. She wiggles her plump little ass against me and I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I taste copper so that I won’t sink inside her. I want to be inside her. More than anything. More than I want to eat. More than I want to cook. More than I want to breathe.
Speaking of breathing…she smells like sunshine and heat. And I get hard again thinking about her.
She’s in the shower, and she’s been there for a while.
I hear her call to me. Good God, if she calls me in there with her right now, I’ll have no choice but to take back my vow to not sleep with her until she falls in love with me.
“Sam,” I hear from behind me.
I was pretending to watch a cooking show, but I was really just thinking about her being naked and pretending that my hands were water sliding all over her body. I jam a pillow into my lap.
“Sam,” she says again.
“Yeah?”
“I need to get something out of my purse. Can you close your eyes?”
“Why?” I turn to look. She’s peeping out from my room, wearing nothing but a towel. I can see the freckled skin of her shoulders, and she has the end of the towel shoved down between her breasts, making plump pillows that billow over the top. God, she’s going to kill me. Death by desire? Is that possible? I adjust my junk.
“Sam, I need my phone. Can you close your eyes? Please?” Her voice is quiet. I look at her again and her cheeks are all rosy.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She waits a beat. “Can you close your eyes?”
“Fine,” I bite out.
“Don’t look.”
“Okay.” I heave a sigh. I can hear her naked feet slap against the hardwood floor. Then her footsteps get faster and I imagine she’s grabbed her phone and darted back to my bedroom. I look back and see her streak around the corner. The end of the towel barely covers her ass. And what a fine ass it is. It’s plump and round and perfect and oh my God those thighs. I want to chase behind her, and I get up to do just that. But she closes my bedroom door with a soft snick.
What the fuck?
I press my ear to the door, and I hear her murmuring something. Is she on her phone? I knock lightly on the door. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?” I turn the knob, but the door is locked.
“Nothing.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yep.”
“Then why is the door locked?”
“Um… Because I wanted to keep you out?” Her voice is soft and it’s right by the door.
I test the lock again. “But it’s my room.” And you’re naked inside. Or almost naked. Hell, you’re just in it. I don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing. You could have on a suit of armor and I’d still want to be in there with you. That would sound stupid if I said it out loud. So I’m glad I only said it in my head.
“Can you give me a few minutes?” she asks softly. “And let my sisters in when they get here? Please?”
Wait. Her sisters are coming over? “Are you sure you’re all right?” I jiggle the door a little harder.
“I’m fine, Sam.”
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the front door. I walk over and open it, and her four sisters brush past me. Star is carrying a brown paper bag in her hand. “Which way to the boom-boom room?” Wren asks.
I point. Like an idiot. Because I am one.
They all go down the hallway and one of them knocks and says, “The cavalry is here. Duh duh duh duh!” She trumpets the noise like the British are coming.
The door opens and Peck jerks the four of them into the room.
What the fuck just happened?
Peck
I am so stupid. I started my period this afternoon, and I had one tampon left. One. Just one. And then I dropped it. Right into the toilet. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, because when you have four sisters, there are always feminine hygiene products around. But there are none at Sam’s apartment. I don’t know if I should be happy about that. I probably should, because if he had some, I’d have to wonder who they belonged to. He didn’t. I checked.
So I had no choice but to call my sisters and ask one of them to bring me some. I didn’t expect all four of them to show up, but I should have. Nosy bitches.
Star closes the door behind her and then tosses me the paper bag. I disappear into the bathroom, take care of things, and come back out. Now that I can, I pull on panties, and drop a long T-shirt down over my towel, and then tug it free.