“Oh, good idea, Cass. Like I’m gonna force the pregnant woman to sleep here. I’ll take the floor.”
“Fine.”
12
Red
Her room’s exactly as I expected it—girly, simple, and as neatly organized as the rest of her house. And it smells just like her, of course. The same faint vanilla scent that’s still lingering on the work coat she used as a blanket in my truck after the indoor rodeo.
I’ve never been the type to lie awake for hours at night. Usually, my head hits the pillow, and I’m a goner. But not tonight. Can’t even blame it on the floor because I’ve slept in worse places than Cass’s carpeted bedroom floor—with a thick, massive blanket and multiple pillows.
My mind’s going a mile a minute, long after we say good night and the room becomes quiet. Judging by the changing angle of the moon as it pokes around the black-out curtain edges, at least an hour has to have passed. I can’t stop thinking about a baby girl…mybaby girl. And the beautiful woman who’s going to be her mom. Today made things feel real, and it wasn’t only because I saw a tiny, fully formed human on a shitty old computer screen. Although, obviously, that made shitreallyreal for me.
Cass trusted me to get her home in a blizzard, she curled her body into mine on the couch, and there were so many moments she looked like she wanted me to kiss her. Then again, it could be I’m seeing things thataren’t truly there because I’m constantly overwhelmed with the need to kiss her. And I would if I thought it wouldn’t fuck things up.
A noise cuts through the still air and my ears perk up. Another moment goes by, and I hear Cass. Moaning. The sweetest, softest noises go straight to my cock, making it jump to life inside my boxers.
Fuck, she must be having a wild dream.
If she knew I was overhearing the soundtrack to her dirty dream, her cheeks would turn the prettiest shade of pink. But the longer it continues, the less sure I am that she’s sleeping. The blankets shift on her bed as she squirms underneath.
She couldn’t be.My mind runs wild thinking of her touching herself not even six feet away.
“Cass?” I whisper, then hold my breath because she won’t stop if she’s truly asleep. But the sounds and the motion come to a grinding halt.Holy fuck.
I’m not thinking with the right head anymore—my lengthening cock convinces me to shoot my shot. “Need help?”
“Oh my God. Please fuck off,” she mutters.
“Sorry, carry on. Just thought I’d offer, since it sounds like you’re going to take all goddamn night to come at this rate.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to use a vibrator and risk waking you up.”
I reach down, adjusting the erection in my boxers and trying my hardest not to climb up into her bed. “I’m awake. Go ahead and use it.”
Please, please fucking use it.
“Absolutely not. Not when you’re here.”
“You had no problem touching yourself when you thought I was asleep—which is hot as fuck, by the way. So I’ll shut up and act like I’m sleeping.” I can’t help my mind wandering, wondering what she was thinking about as she pleasured herself. Picturing her on the hood of that car, legs spread wide as her panties shifted against her clit. The way her eyes stared directly into mine, fingers exploring her soft pussy. The way cum fuckingfloodedout of her. I thought squirters were purely aporn thing, but Cass is so fucking real—so sexy it drives me crazy—and I would give anything to be driven to insanity watching her come again.
“I haven’t been able to sleep without it lately. I couldn’t fall asleep, and I didn’t know you were awake so…”
“You need your rest, so just do it, Cass. We’ve fucked before—I promise not to be weird about it. Pretend I’m not here,” I say despite the tightness in my throat and the ache to be in bed with her. No promises I won’t jack off to this moment for the rest of my life, though. I swallow hard when her nightstand drawer squeaks open, and my cock’s already dripping.
“Do you still want me to tell you what it looks like?”
“Holy fuck,do I.” Obviously, I’d rather see it—and watch her use it—but I’ll settle for this. It’s embarrassing how many hours I’ve spent picturing her doing this since the day she mentioned having a vibrator. “Sure you don’t want my help?”
“Shut up or I’ll kick you out of here entirely.”
“Sorry—go on.” I bite my lip and slip my hand beneath the elastic waistband of my boxers. If I’m not allowed up there, I’m at least going to join in from down here.
“So, it’s black and has two, umm, sections—the big one goes inside, and a small part vibrates against my clit. The small part has, like, bunny ears… um, I guess that’s why it’s called a rabbit.”
“Mmm, wanna walk me through how you use it?”
I hear her let out a long exhale and the comforter on her bed shifts. My hand’s wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly to the sound of her voice.
