I smile, grateful for the darkness. “Thanks,” I whisper, cheeks warming with that telltale flush I know he can’t see but I can feel.
“Fuck.”
I open my eyes, taking a few seconds to register where I am. His smell, fresh and spicy with hints of amber, leather, and tangerine. The comfort of his blankets reminds me where I am. Yep, that’s right. I’m safely in Randy’s bed.
“Crap,” I hear.
I roll over onto my side. It’s lighter outside and the clock on the desk tells me it’s 4 AM. “Are you okay?” I ask in concern as I watch him move side to side down on the floor.
“The airbed has gone flat, and the left side of my body has gone numb.”
I sit up, feeling even more guilty than I did a few hours ago. “Get into your bed, you look so uncomfortable down there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Seriously, yes, get in.” Leaving no room for argument, I slide over.
He grabs his pillow and stands, climbing into bed next to me. His arms look so chiseled as he holds his weight for those short few moments before he falls completely into the mattress.
He groans as he falls. “Oh, that’s so much better. I can feel my body again.”
I lie on my side watching him as he lies on his back; reaching out, I rub his arm. “I’m sorry.”
He groans again, rolling to his side to face me. “It’s not your fault my airbed went flat.”
“True,” I say, “but itismy fault you ended up sleeping on it.”
“That’s true. It’s all your fault,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “But… you still look cute in my shirt. So, I’ll forgive you.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, smiling.
“Go back to sleep,” he adds, tapping a finger lightly against my nose.
I scrunch it, grin, and let my eyes close, drifting off into a content sleep with this sexy athlete beside me.
4
Randy
A soft moan and the scent of fresh green apples pulls me from sleep. I blink open my eyes to find long strands of brunette hair spread across my chest. Her body is curled tightly into mine, my arm draped around her back, her leg resting across my rock-hard cock. She shifts, and her leg slides over my dick, forcing a groan I barely manage to stifle.
“Randy?” she says, her body freezing as realization sinks in. “Sorry,” she adds, blushing as she painfully drags her leg off my groin. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay,” I yawn, rubbing my hand over my dick and failing miserably at any attempt at discretion. “I think I was cuddling you anyway,” I add, as my head turns toward her. Her long brunette hair is messy yet sexy. Her oval face doesn’t have a drop of makeup, yet I think she has the most attractive features I’ve ever seen—which is saying something, considering how many times I’ve woken up with different women in my bed.
Big brown eyes. Long dark lashes. Unblemished skin. Full, bow-shaped lips. But if I had to pick one feature, it’d be her skin, it’s like porcelain, silky and smooth and naturally tanned, unlike me.
I have a tan, sure, but it’s because I walk around basically naked. It’s true. I really have no shame, just like my roommates say. It’s probably why this bet payout isn’t going to faze me.Fractionally less than I wear around the house, and it’s only going to add to the flood of messages on my Instagram.
Granted, I’ve had to be a bit more modest lately since Shelby’s been around. Not that I mind. She’s cool, and I love how happy she makes my best friend. Plus, it was her and Christian who got busted doing the naked dash to the shower. So, I’ve got that little tidbit of ammo on my side if I ever need it.
Glancing at the clock behind me, it reads 8 AM and I can hear my roommates downstairs making breakfast.
Rachel stares back at me, a content smile across her face, and I can’t help but glide my knuckles down her cheek. Her skin is flawless, and I want to touch every inch of it. Her eyes drift closed, and I take the opportunity to study her features while I gently stroke my thumb along her jawline. Her face falls toward my touch, her beauty present in every slight move she makes.
When her eyes open, they pour straight into mine. For a few moments, we stay just like that, both of us admiring the other. She moves first, with no words, just a slow, deliberate fall toward me. Her lips inch closer, like she’s giving me every chance to pull away. That’s not fucking happening. I’m taken aback but don’t falter. I’ve been thinking about those lips all night. I smile at her, then gradually move toward her. My lips touch hers so gently, brushing a kiss that’s soft and minimalist—barely a kiss. Her hand goes to my cheek as I move closer, kissing her again, needing another taste. This time with more force, more heat, more lust.
Her hand slides up my cheek, fingertips threading into my hair, nails grazing my scalp in slow motion. Without thinking, my hand finds her back, and what started as need becomes want—a craving—to feel every inch of her against me.
