She didn’t snore. While there could’ve been times during the night when she did because I was asleep, they were few and far between. Every muscle was tight, my cock hard. At one point, I risked it and got out of bed and jacked off in the bathroom like a fifteen-year-old with no chill, because I was hitting the point where I neededsomesatisfaction. That bought me an hour and a half’s sleep. Jerrica’s hands woke me up, like some tortuous dream just as sunlight started to peek through the windows.
She moved a lot in her sleep. Starfish was too minimal a word for how she spread out. Her legs entwined with mine, her arm ended up over my stomach, which made my cock think all its fantasies were about to come true, and her ass grinded against it at one point.
And I knew that if I woke her with a kiss, either to her mouth or her tits or between her legs, she wouldn’t stop it. She’d made a decision that we wouldn’t be a bad idea.
I still wasn’t sure that we would end without someone getting hurt, including me from her brother’s fist.
The sound of voices outside told me it was an acceptable time to get up. I moved out of the bed slowly, not wanting to disturb Jerrica as I was sure it wasn’t yet seven, and there was no reason why she couldn’t sleep later.
I pulled on thin sweats and a T-shirt, slipping on slides and headed downstairs. The next few days were off plan completely: rest, good food, more alcohol than usual if I wanted it, and no restrictions. I’d done enough over the summer so far to keep me in the same shape I was during the season, so a week and half now wasn’t going to set me back for pre-season.
Suzette was in the kitchen pouring a mug of coffee when I got down there, her hair damp from either a swim or a shower. I had only spoken to her a couple of times when I was discussing the possibility of investing, as most of my conversations had been with Carina. From what I’d learned, Carina was the figurehead of the business, while Suzette worked behind the scenes, coordinating the work that needed doing. I gathered she was the organised one, while Carina was creative and had the vision.
“Coffee?”
I nodded. “Thank you. Is anyone else up yet?”
She shook her head. “No. It was a late night, but we had an early delivery scheduled with furniture, so someone needed to be up to sort that. How did you sleep?”
I accepted the mug of coffee, adding a splash of milk. “Not well, but that’s not because of the room. Just not used to sharing.”
She shrugged and offered a half-sympathetic smile. “Carina is mortified — she thought you were coming here with your girlfriend, or rather she assumed, and we all know what that does. I don’t think we’re going to be able to sort a second bedroom for you until just before you’re due to leave. The decorator is finishing off in three of the rooms and the electrician has final fixes to do in the others. I’m so sorry — I don’t know what to suggest.”
“We’ll manage.” Part of me was glad; part of me wanted to adapt the bath into a bed.
All of me knew that this wasn’t going to end on platonic terms.
“Are you sure? You seem like more than just friends. I mean, bringing her to France to see the place you’re looking at investing in is hardly what you do with a girl who’s just a friend, is it?” Suzette’s eyes narrowed. “And I am totally being nosy.”
I smiled, sipping my coffee and avoiding her eyes so she couldn’t read anything that was there. “Jerrica’s my teammate's sister. She’s working as my driver as I managed to get myself banned for six months.”
“Ah. So the UST I felt was your frustration at not being behind the wheel?”
“UST?”
Suzette laughed. “Unresolved sexual tension. I take it you’re frustrated at not being able to drive in more than one sense of the word.”
Was there any point in denying it? “That’s one way to put it.” I sat down at the table. “How long have you and Carina been together?”
Suzette opened a cupboard and got out a milk jug. “Fifteen years. We’ve known each other nineteen.”
“How did you get together?”
Suzette smiled at me and raised her brows. “Really? You want to go there?”
I nodded.
“Okay. Carina was married, two children. I was in a relationship with my then girlfriend and I started working for her at the restaurant she managed — I was the sommelier. We were friends for a couple of years. Her marriage wasn’t good — it wasn’t bad either, but to all intents and purposes, they were friends who lived together. They split; we carried on as friends. My girlfriend and I also ended things — it was amicable but we weren’t going anywhere, so one of those.
“One night, Carina and I had a few drinks after the restaurant closed and we ended up kissing. She was curious, so was I. It kind of developed from there. It hasn’t been easy, especially for Carina, not fifteen years ago when the world was a different place. But here we are. We want this place to be a wedding venue for everyone. It feels so free here and open. The place where you can be yourself.”
She studied me for a moment, her eyes not moving from my face. “What’s the story with you and Jerrica then?”
“No story. I’m not who her brother would want her to be with.”
“And who says that? You or him? Does he know you’re interested and is he her keeper?” She spoke to me while fishing out coffee beans and a grinder.
“No to both.”
