But I was moving around her to gather up the clothes. Men's clothes. I couldn't be sure which one's, but it did make mewonder about how they handled their relationship. Did two of them crash together one night, then another two on a different one?
Nope, it was none of my business. I simply collected everything and moved it to the dresser across from the bed. Setting it all on the top, I turned back to make sure she was ok - just in time for Cody to pull off her shirt.
"Um..." Her bra was the same pink as her shirt, and lacy. God, I was dying. "Cody?"
"I need a shower," she said.
"Nope," I told her, making my way to her side. "You can have one of those in the morning. Trust me, it'll make the hangover easier to deal with. Now, let's put this back on you..."
"I'm not sleeping in my bra!" she huffed.
"Ok," I mumbled. "Then hand me your shirt. I'll get that the right way around, you can take off your bra, and I'll give this back."
"Ok!"
She sounded so cheery about it, but the moment she gave me her shirt, I turned my back. I heard the bra clasp let go. Yeah, and I could imagine her sitting there topless a little too easily, but I focused on her shirt. I'd just gotten it the right way around when she shoved that pink bra at me.
"Trade!"
"Here." I accepted the bra - and waited. "Tell me when you're covered?"
"I'm good," she said a moment later.
Setting her bra on the foot of the bed, I checked to make sure she wasn't lying. Nope, covered, but that shirt was tight enough it wasn't hiding much. Still, this was the part she'd need my help with.
"Ok," I said, grabbing her foot. "Boots off. Lie back and let me help, ok?"
"Ok!"
I pulled off one, then the other. Those went on the floor, then I made my way a little higher. "Ok, Cody. I'm taking your belt now."
But she just reached down, popped open the buckle, yanked at the denim so her zipper slid down, and pushed. Thin strips of satin hugged her hips, but she got her jeans down to her thighs in one shove.
"And I'm grabbing the ankles here to help," I told her. "Lift?"
She bucked her hips up in a way that was going to give me even more dirty thoughts, but I yanked her jeans off and added them to the pile I was collecting.
"Now get under the blankets, Cody," I ordered.
She did, asking, "Jake? Can I have more water?"
"From the sink or a bottle?" I asked.
"Sink."
"Yes, ma'am."
I carried her things over to go beside the man's, then slipped into the attached bathroom. Like in all hotels, there was a glass on the counter. Filling that, I returned to Cody's side one more time and passed her the glass.
"Sit up," I said, easing myself down beside her hip. "It's full."
She took the glass and sucked most of it back. When that was empty, she offered it up, but those blue eyes of hers were watching me almost timidly.
"Ty said you like me." She dropped that out there like an explanation. It also demanded a response.
So I nodded a few times. "I do, Cody. You're amazing. You're also my friend. So are J.D. and Tanner."
"Yeah, but it's ok. J.D. said so."
