“I’m not sure your parents, or Luke for that matter, would feel the same way,” I said dryly. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other.
“What happened to the confident, no nonsense, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ guy I met last week? I’m not asking you to marry me—all I know is I have fun with you and I know you have fun with me.” I was about to reply when there was a knock at the front door. Shit. Luke was early, or maybe he was on time and I’d just gotten way too distracted.
“Keep quiet, I’ll make sure he stays out there.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I walked to the front door.
“Hey man, not ready yet? I’m shocked,” Luke rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry man. I got away late from work. Have a seat, I’ll be out in five.” As an afterthought, I switched on the TV, thinking background noise.
Back in the bedroom I shut the door, clicking the lock behind me. It’s not that I thought he might accost me in the bedroom, but with Belle here, I wasn’t about to take that chance.
She sat, naked, on the end of my bed, leaning back, her arms behind her. It took all my willpower not to throw her back on the bed and have my way with her again. Fuck, she was so damn hot. All I had to do was look at her and I got heatstroke.
“We will be gone in a couple of minutes. Hang around for as long as you like. If you were here when I got back, I wouldn’t be complaining,” I said softly with a small smile as I pulled the T-shirt over my head. She licked her lips as I stepped into my jeans, and stood up, walking over to me. Her arms curled around my neck, pulling me downward her to her parted lips.
“You mind if I touch myself in your bed?” she whispered in my ear. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.
“By all means,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just don’t wear yourself out.” She made a face at me as I grabbed my keys and my phone and walked out of the room.
“Okay, I’m all set,” I said to Luke, keen to get out of there as fast as possible. My heart was racing. Even though the chances of him seeing her were slim, the possibility was there. “So where are we going tonight anyway?”
“The Shamrock,” replied Luke. “The boys will meet us there.”
***
“Another one?” Luke asked, reaching for my empty glass. I shook my head.
“Might just have a water,” I replied. Three heads whipped around to stare at me. Luke’s mouth fell open.
“You got your period or something?” quipped Grant, guffawing at his own joke. Yes, my friends were very mature. The truth was I didn’t want to stumble home like some drunken idiot when I knew Belle would probably still be there. Of course, I couldn’t tell my friends that.
“Very funny,” I said, giving Grant a look. “The next few weeks at work are going to be insane, so I need to be on my game. That means cutting down on the drink.”
“Man, I didn’t think you’ll capable of drinking less. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw you without a drink after eight in the evening.”
I gave Luke a shove. “Shut up, and just get me a damn water,” I growled. The guys continued to joke at my expense. Luke and Dylan disappeared over to the bar, while Grant went to the toilet. Relishing in having a moment to myself, I slipped out my phone to check my messages. To my surprise, there were two new messages—both were from Belle.
Lick. Suck. Fondle…Just a few of the things I want to do to you when you get home. B xx.
I breathed out quickly, glad there was a table covering me from the waist down. I clicked on the second message. If I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, I was wrong. The second message was a picture. A very, very suggestive picture involving Belle, my tie, and half a bottle of air-whipped cream I kept hidden in the back of my fridge. I chuckled, shutting off my phone as I saw Luke and Dillon heading back to the table.
“Look guys, it’s been great but I’ve really got to get going.” I made a face to show how disappointed I was.
Luke nodded. “Fair enough. Thanks for coming out. It was a good night yeah?”
“Yes, thanks man, it was just what I needed. Tell Grant I had to
go. I’ll catch you guys next week.”
***
The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was Belle, naked, asleep in my bed. I smiled at her as I took off my clothes. She was so sexy, even asleep she took my breath away. I pulled back the sheets and climbed in next to her, pulling her back up against me. Her warmth was a welcome surprise against the coolness of my skin. She stirred, turning to face me, her head nestling in the crest of my shoulder. I kissed her lips tenderly, which earned me a sleepy smile.
“You’re home,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes. I chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Yes, I couldn’t get away from the guys without them getting suspicious. They gave me shit about not picking up a girl.”
“Oh it’s that rare, is it?” she chided, half a smile on her lips. I laughed again.