Seth
“That’s for you.”Claire smiled up at me as she rolled off my chest.
“Damn it. I don’t wanna…” I grumbled, throwing my legs out of the bed and finding my boxers on the floor.
“Go. I’m hungry. Feed me.”
How could I say no to that? Snagging a t-shirt from the drawer, I took one look over my shoulder and realised how much I didn’t give a fuck if the pizza went cold. Claire was snuggled up under my blankets, her eyes drowsy and her hair mussed.
Dragging my eyes away, I bounded down the stairs and met the kid at the door. After handing him an obscene tip, ’cause I really didn’t want to waste time fucking around for change, I was headed back up the stairs to where Claire was waiting.
Dropping the pizza box in the centre of the bed, I scowled. “Who said you could get dressed?” I complained.
I’d been gone all of a minute, and Claire had piled her hair into a messy top knot thing on the top of her head and helped herself to one of my shirts. I’d whinge harder but she just looked so damn good in it, I was seriously weighing up my options of kicking the pizza to the floor and having her for dinner. Again.
“Smells good. I’m starving.”
“Shit!”
“What?”
“I forgot drinks. What’d you want?”
“Just water thanks.”
Stomping out of the room, I bounded back down the stairs and grabbed drinks from the fridge before heading back only to stop halfway up to collect my trophy. Stepping through my bedroom door, I kicked it shut behind me, and with a pizza slice halfway to her mouth, Claire froze.
“What?”
Pulling the water bottle out from behind my back with a lace turquoise bra dangling from the cap, I couldn’t help but smile. We’d been so impatient to get each other naked that the moment we made it through the front door, we’d left a trail of clothes leading right to my bedroom door.
“Oops,” Claire giggled, taking a bite and leaving a cheese trail dangling from her mouth. It should gross me out, but it didn’t. Hanging with Claire was comfortable. Fun even.
Setting her lingerie down on my dresser, I flopped down on the bed and handed her her drink before snagging a slice myself. The first bite had me moaning. For a few minutes we sat there silently inhaling our dinner, eye-fucking each other over the box. Thank fuck she’d put the shirt on. There’s no way I would’ve been able to restrain myself if her tits were still on display. Those things were going to be my biggest downfall, but hell, what a way to go.
“So,” Claire began after dropping her crust back in the box and leaning back against my pillows.
“So…” I had no idea where she was going with this, but I hoped like fuck it wasn’t home. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, let alone out of my bed.
“Where’d you get the idea?”
“Idea?”
“Oh, come on, Seth. You can’t honestly expect me to believe you came up with this afternoon all by yourself.”
“Why not?” I was slightly offended. I mean, she was right, but she didn’t need to know that. Well, I was hoping to keep it to myself as long as possible.
“Seth. It was fucking awesome. You pulled it off. And you got a thank you for your efforts. But I know it wasn’t your idea. At least it wasn’t all your idea.”
“How’d you know?”
“Be real. I live with a bunch of guys, and I am pretty sure they haven’t had an idea like that ever. Between them. Guys just don’t think like that.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t.” Now I felt like I was defending the entire male population. How’d this night go from orgasms and pizza to defending the male species?
“It doesn’t, but…”
“Fine. I may have had help,” I admitted.
