“Exactly.And you’re mine.So, let’s get you sorted.Change shirts first.”
Was that a flash of disappointment that crossed her face when I agreed we were best friends, or wishful thinking on my part?
“Okay, I’ve been thinking about this,” she says.“I get my T-shirt off first.Then we take off my bra.Get my pj shirt on next, and then my jeans off.I can put my sleep shorts on myself.Sound like a plan?”
All I can do is nod because all the saliva in my mouth dried up when she mentioned taking her bra off.She’ll be topless.Here.Where I am.I’ve seen boobs before.I’ve watched movies and seen pictures.Just because I’m still a virgin at twenty-four doesn’t mean I don’t have a healthy interest in sex and women.I do.Absolutely.I haven’t acted on it yet, that’s all.When Finn was on his season ofBigfoot Finds a Bride, I was a freshman in college, and suddenly it was like I was a trophy to be won.Girls were throwing themselves at me.It was exciting and, being a horny teenager, tempting.But I knew they didn’t care about me.It was clout-chasing.I can get physical release with my right hand, no problem.I want an emotional connection with someone.
If we’re going to put labels on things, I’m demisexual.I need to feel a deep emotional connection with someone to be sexually attracted to them.I’m straight, I’m physically attracted to women.To me, physical attraction is easy.But to want to be sexually, intimately involved with a person, with a woman, I need more than the physical attraction—there has to be the emotional side too.When I met Phoebe, I was instantly physically attracted to her.As we got to know each other during the wedding festivities and in the years since then, I’ve realized she’s the type of woman I’ve been waiting for.Until I find someone I connect with as much as Phoebe, I’ll keep waiting.
She turns her back to me, grabs the hem of her T-shirt, and eases it over her head and off her arms.She tosses the shirt onto the rocker.They’ve already started making this room a nursery, so there’s no bed in here.She picks up another shirt off the rocker and holds it to her chest.Time for step two.The clasp of her bra seems so dainty as my big hands undo it.When it pops free, the straps fall down her shoulders.She lets it slide off her good arm and then down her sprained arm.I stare at the smooth, pale skin of her back.The straps left slight red marks on her shoulders that I want to kiss and soothe away.I wonder if they hurt?She drops the bra on the rocker and pulls her shirt back on over her head.
“Oh shit.This isn’t going to work,” Phoebe says.“Ollie, help.The cuff is too tight around my wrist.”
“Arms up,” I say and immediately regret it.Her breasts are uncovered, and with me being right behind her and a foot taller, I have a clear view.They’re gorgeous and creamy, with perfect rosebud pink nipples.I stop and curse under my breath.
“What’s wrong?”Phoebe asks, glancing up at me over her shoulder.It’s completely innocent, but this moment is going to be fodder for many personal moments in the shower.
“You’re right, that cuff is going to be too tight to go around your wrap.We can cut it.Or you can wear one of my T-shirts.We know that’d be loose enough.What do you want to do?”
Her smile is doing funny things to my heart.“If I could borrow one of your shirts, that would be great.Thanks, Ollie.”
I dig in the drawer and pull out an old T-shirt from my alma mater.She raises her arms again, and I guide them into the sleeves.The shirt slips easily over her wrapped wrist and head and floats down over her body.It’s so big, it comes close to hitting her knees.More importantly, it covers everything, even though the neckline gaps so much that it slips off her shoulder slightly.I’d sell my soul to have the right to lean down and press a kiss there.
“Oohhh,” she moans as the cotton settles around her.“It’s so soft.”She’s obviously not talking to my cock, but it’s talking to her.At her moan, it stood up to say hello.Fate is being kind to me because my phone rings, and I rush out to the kitchen to grab it off the charger.
It’s Finn calling.“Hello?”I say as Phoebe’s phone starts ringing.Shelby’s picture shows up on her screen.I grab it and walk back to the bedroom with both.Phoebe is sitting on the edge of the rocker with her jeans partially off.I hand her her phone and set mine down on the floor next to her.
“Hold on a second, Finn,” I call out as I pull her jeans off over her feet.
She answers her sister’s call, and I grab my phone and go back to the living room.
“Was that Phoebe?”Finn asks.“Are you together?”
I hear Shelby’s voice, and Phoebe walks out.“Shelb, it’ll be easier to do a group FaceTime.I’ll call you back in a sec.”
“Yeah, we’re doing a FaceTime.Bye.”I hang up.
Phoebe is wearing my T-shirt.It covers her to right above her knees.I’ve seen more of her skin when we’ve gone to the beach during summer visits.But it’s my shirt covering her delicious curves, and I know what her breasts look like now.She has cute feet.They aren’t dainty; she probably wears the same size shoe as my sister, Violet, who is a Bigfoot shifter like the rest of the family.But I like them, and her hot-pink toenails make me smile.
“Ollie?You okay?”
I realize she’s been talking to me, and I’ve been grinning at her toes.
“Huh?Yeah.What?”
She tilts her head and furrows her brow.I’m not the one who’s spent most of the day loopy on pain medication, let me have a moment.
“I asked if you wanted to sit on the couch while we fill in Shelby and Finn on what’s going on?I can do it by myself if you don’t want to talk to them.”
Her phone starts to ring, and she looks from it to me.
“I’m fine talking to them, let’s sit on the couch.You want anything to drink?”
She’s settling and trying to get a blanket from the pile she brought out settled over her.I motion for her to answer, then shake out the blanket and settle it over her lap as she answers.I sit next to her.
“Hey, guys!Having fun down in Key West?”she asks our siblings.I lean against her so I’m on the screen too.
My brother and his wife share dopey grins, and my chest aches with a familiar pang.They’re perfect for each other, and now they’re having a baby.They have what I want.With Phoebe.
