If I wasn’t cursed with the ample chest I had, I would go braless but because I wasn’t part of the itty bitty titty committee, I was cursed to keep my girls tied up.
I made quick work of unhooking my bra and slipping it out my shirt sleeve.
I realize it was a little silly to remove my bra without taking my shirt off when not even 10 minutes ago I had bared my most intimate place for him to taste but it felt different. “Come lay down.” I wanted to protest, insisting that someone could still come looking for us and we should stay up but a yawn escapes before I can utter a word.
The pull out was not the most comfortable thing in the world but it was better than the floor.
I’d never shared a bed with anyone before. What was the protocol? I was woman enough to admit the thought of his arms wrapping around me again sent a tingle down south but did I really want his body pressed against me all night?
What if he crushed me once his body went weightless?
What if he snored or talked in his sleep?
The pull out dipped as he laid down next to me. “Stop worrying. You need to sleep.” He kisses me and all thoughts go out the window. I relax and close my eyes, he doesn’t pull me to him but I move my head so it touches his shoulder.
I needed some type of contact with him, needed proof that this wasn’t some crazy dream. Touching him calmed me more than a melatonin gummy and I was quickly pulled into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ELLE
Iwas so comfortable, I didn’t want to open my eyes. My pillow isn’t very soft but it was warm and I was being soothed with a gentle caress on my arm. I snuggled deeper into my pillow. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt so content and rested.
A knock at the window makes me jump. “Ugh.” A deep rumble against my ear startles me so much I swing my fist out. “Ouch, sweetheart. It’s me.”
I open my eyes and am face to face with Patrick, he’s rubbing his shoulder but there is a giant smile painting his face. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” I flutter my hands and place a soft kiss on his shoulder. Patrick chuckles as another knock at the window pulls my attention away from him.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Paul’s voice is full of mirth and I want to die on the spot. I close my eyes and pull the blanket over my head. If I hide, this isn’t really happening. “Hey Rick. Can you let my sister know that we’re working on getting that tree outta the way. Unless you want to stay in the office for a little longer?” I groan, no fucking way this was happening.
“Sure thing, Paul. Thanks.”
“I aim to please.”
Silence.
“He’s gone, sweetheart.”
I pull the blanket down so my eyes peek out and I look over to the window which was, thankfully, now closed. “Oh my god, Paul is such a gossipy bitch, he’s going to tell everyone!” I burrow myself into Patrick’s side and all the jerk does is wrap his arms around me and laugh. “It’s not funny!” I pinch his side and he jumps away from me, landing on the floor.
“Dang sweetheart.” My heart flutters at the nickname but my heart fluttering reminds me that I’m not currently wearing a bra. “Damnit!” I cross my arms across my chest and hop off our makeshift
Icannotbe in just my shorts and braless when my little brother and whoever is helping him get the tree moved gets us out of here.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
PATRICK
Elle’s butt bounced as she shuffled into the bathroom and I have to bite my knuckle to keep things from perking up. I didn’t know much about tree removal but I was sure there wasn’t much rush in getting dressed. I had been awake for a while, refusing to move since at some point in the night, Elle had moved and snuggled into my side. I could tell that once her post orgasm haze had started to wear off last night, she had started to spiral but it calmed my nerves when once she was asleep she hugged my side and moved her head from barely touching my shoulder to using me as her personal pillow.
She was so soft, I could imagine waking up like this everyday but even I knew thoughts like that were very premature. While her subconscious sought me out at night, I couldn’t be sure that she would backtrack and call this all a mistake.
Nope.
I did not like that hypothetical.
Did not like it one bit.
