Brody winced at my question. “Uh, no. But I did stick a couple in my pocket earlier.”
I snatched his shorts off the floor, stuck my hand in one pocket, and pulled out a strip of three condoms. I dropped them on the coffee table next to my glass and reached into the other pocket. There were two more.
“A couple, huh?” I asked.
Brody took the shorts out of my hand and slipped them on. I watched with interest because even though it was like a strip show in reverse, it was still hot to watch.
Then he snatched the condoms out of my hand and tucked them back into his pocket, followed by the packets from the coffee table.
“It pays to be prepared,” he replied as he flopped down on the couch next to me.
I didn’t have the energy to dress nor did I have the energy to move when Brody tried to tug me closer. He grunted as he hauled my limp body into his lap.
I ended up naked and straddling his lap, my chest against his and my forehead tucked against his neck.
He ran a hand down my spine and I moaned a little. It felt so nice to be touched. Not just sexually, but stroked. Cuddled. It was more than desire, it was affection, and I hadn’t realized how starved I was for it until now.
I relaxed against Brody and sighed again.
“Going to sleep on me?” he asked.
“Thinking about it.”
“Then we should do this in bed. I don’t think I have the strength left to carry you back in the bedroom.”
“That sucks,” I muttered. “Because I think my legs are broken. Or at least useless for the next few hours.”
“Think we can prop each other up and stumble down the hall?”
“I guess I’m willing to try if you are.”
Brody scooped up the t-shirt and handed it to me. I didn’t bother trying to put it on, only clutched it to my chest. Then he helped me stand up.
As I suspected, my knees buckled a bit, but Brody put his arm around my waist and helped me balance. I managed to put mine around his shoulders when he tripped a bit.
Together, we staggered from the living room toward his bedroom. We shambled and swayed like two drunks at closing time, but we made it to the bed. Brody stripped the comforter and top sheet down and I crawled beneath them. I barely got out of the way before he joined me on the mattress.
I rolled into him, resting my head in his shoulder, and threw an arm over his waist. Then I lifted my knee and draped my leg across his upper thigh. It took me a second to realize he was as naked as I was and that his shirt had disappeared from my hands somewhere between the living room and bedroom.
I stroked his waist and kissed his sternum right above his heart.
“Night, Brody,” I whispered as I settled my head back on his shoulders.
“Night, Cam.”
He reached over and turned off the lamp. And that was the last thing I remembered.
