While I would understand if he gathered his things and escaped to his own room to shower and sleep, he doesn’t seem in a hurry to run away. Instead, he peels back my comforter, coaxes me to crawl underneath, and covers me with it—then he slides in and holds me against his chest.
My room smells of sex and bad decisions, but my heart is steady and my lungs fill completely. I’m caught in an odd paradox of delayed regret and a realized fantasy, and before I can talk myself out of making things worse by staying right where I am, I close my eyes and let the weight of the day carry me to sleep.
Anything that happens next is for future Lindsey to sort out. Present Lindsey thinks things arejusssst fine.
THIRTEEN
BROOKS
There are good ideas, and there are bad ideas. Then there is the irresistible pull of a beautiful, naked woman wanting to be touched. Lindsey is all three.
I should leave this room. The sun will be up soon and I’m pushing it already. Holly has never slept this long straight through, but I can’t seem to pull myself from the warmth of this space next to her body. I think it’s the view. She rolls on her back, stretching her arms toward the headboard while her head rolls to the side and her hazy-eyed gaze lands on me.
“Hi,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip to really sell the coy smile on her lips. She knows the blanket has slipped off her body. She knowsexactlythe effect it’s having on me, too. I can see it in her eyes.
“I should go,” I say, clearing not moving.
She sucks in her lips and hums, “Mmm hmm.”
She knows I’m not going to.
My eyes scan the length of her body, following the tendrils of hair that seem strategically draped over her shoulder and onto her breast. I glide my hand across her chest, taking the ribbon of hair between two fingers, then slowly drag it away from her nipple. A tiny gasp parts her lips, and her back arches slightly.
Well, fuck.
I study her face for clues as my fingertips trace slow circles around her breast, each pass coming closer to the hard nipple I’m straining not to bite. When my thumb finally grazes the pink skin, she hisses, closing her eyes tight as her back arches even more and she squeezes her thighs together. My cock flexes in response.
“Somebody is getting very wet,” I say, scooting close to taste a nipple. I press my tongue against the one closest to me as I look up at her through my lashes. She’s shading her eyes with both hands and biting her lip, and the look of anticipation on her face is so fucking adorable I almost want to pin her in this moment forever.
I breathe out a soft laugh that puckers her skin more, then smile, letting my bottom lip tickle the hard bud before I turn all my attention to it, drawing it into my mouth and suckling hard as my tongue swirls against the tip.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers, still careful to keep her voice low. These walls are thin, and the twins could come knocking on her door any minute. Holly could start to cry. But so far, we seem to be caught in a pause in time. And I plan on milking every last second of it.
I continue to punish her nipple with my mouth as my right palm glides along her ribcage, then her hip, until finally centering just below her belly button. I nip at the hard peak of her breast before glancing up at her while my hand inches lower, until I slide my fingers against her soaking wet pussy. I bite the tip of my tongue as I smile at her, but she’s frozen on the edge with her expression—lips parted, eyes locked on me, body teaming with anticipation. She’s quivering, and it’s absolutely delicious.
“You want to come this morning, Lindsey?”
She gives me a tiny nod.
I suck her nipple one more time, then sink one finger inside her while my thumb presses against her swollen clit.
“Shit,” she says, grabbing the closest pillow and covering her face to dull her moans.
I glide my finger in and out a few times before adding a second, and her hips buck in response. She’s so ready to come undone, and I want so badly to drag this out for her, to tease her endlessly and watch her fall apart on me over and over again. But the room is now a golden glow, and we’re down to minutes of alone time.
I slide my finger out and she pulls the pillow from her face so I can see her puppy-dog eyes begging me not to stop.
I chuckle softly and get on my knees.
“I’d fuck you, baby, but there simply isn’t time. So you’re going to need to come on my mouth, okay?” I say, situating myself between her legs, then dropping my chin to the mattress between them.
My tongue flattens against her pussy, and I work it up and down in languid strokes at first, pausing to suck her swollen skin into my mouth while my tongue flicks against the most sensitive part. Her hands suddenly dive into my hair, and she holds my head in place as my tongue continues to work her. I slip a finger inside her when I feel her body begin to writhe, and when her pussy tightens and begins to pulse, I am relentless. She squeezes her thighs around me, squirming as my finger fucks her and my mouth drinks her in. I don’t stop until she’s completely limp and her legs fall open at my sides. Even as I pull away, I leave her with the promise that I’ll be back, kissing her sweet cunt one last time before wiping my chin and standing at the foot of the bed.
“I’ll save my turn. It will be that much sweeter,” I say.
Her cheeks blush and she closes her legs, drawing her knees up to her body as she bites a fingernail on one hand. It’s hard to pull myself away, and I let my gaze linger on her longer thanI should. Holly’s cry breaks the quiet of the house before I’m able to get my pants on, and about ten seconds later, there’s a thunder of child-like knocks on the other side of Lindsey’s door.
Lindsey leaps from her bed, her sheets clutched around her body haphazardly, like she’s a zombie on the run.
