I'm in It (The Reed Brothers 10)

Mick

When I get out of the shower, Wren is in our bed with the covers pulled down toward the feet, lying on the sheets. She’s wearing those damn short-shorts that drive me nuts. When she walks, I can see the curve of her butt cheek at the top of the thigh. And I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra. In fact, I’m sure of it because it’s currently hanging on the chair next to the bed.

I pick it up and look at the lace. It’s soft and slick and cold.

“Dude,” she says. “Are you seriously fondling my underwear?”

I look at her over the bra, but I don’t put it down. “Are you wearing underwear?”

Her cheeks get rosy and she bites back a snort, I can tell.

“Are you?” I ask again, my eyes meeting hers. “Ease some of my discomfort and tell me you are. Please.”

“Discomfort?” she says, sitting up and crossing her legs. She plumps a pillow and drops it into the vee. Then she rests her elbows on it, her chin in her hands. “Why does my underwear make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s not your underwear. It’s the fact that your bra is over here while your naked boobs are over there.”

“I’m about to go to sleep,” she explains, her cheeks flushing even more.

“And I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing between you and those little shorts you’re wearing.” I hang her bra back up and cross to sit on the edge of the bed, looking away from her. I take my watch off and lay it on the nightstand, trying to take a minute and dispel the idea of her…here…in my bed.

“Again, I’m going to sleep.”

“Well, so am I, and you’re not making it any easier.”

She lifts her chin from on top of her fists. “I can’t tell if you’re joking with me or not. You’ll have to tell me.”

“I just did.”

“Do you want me to sleep in my jeans? God, Mick, they’re legs. Just legs. They take me from place to place. They hold me up when I might fall down.”

“And yet I have so many other uses for them in my head,” I admit. I turn and smile at her. I’m only half joking. In all honestly, it’s hard seeing her so comfortable.

“What other uses?” she asks cautiously.

“You sure you want the answer to that?”

“You had better tell me something because I’m freaking out a little bit here. What other uses are in your head?”

I grab one of her ankles and lift it so that her leg extends. “Every time I see these ankles, I imagine them on my shoulders. Usually while I fuck you really hard.” I slide my fingers up the back of her calf to tickle the back of her knee. “And when I see these knees, I imagine you on all fours, while I take you from behind.”

She gulps so loudly that I can hear it.

I slide my fingertips up her thigh, stopping to rub across a rough spot where she missed shaving. “And every time I think about your thighs, I imagine them on either side of my head while I lick your pussy.” I rock my head from side to side. “You may or may not come on my face. It changes every time I think about it.”

Her mouth falls open and tiny gasps escape her lips. She wiggles her ass against the sheets. “I didn’t know you thought about such things.”

“It’s all I ever think about, Wren. It seems like I can’t get it off my mind, and then I come out here and here you are, all comfy in pajamas like we’re having a slumber party, when the only party going on around here is in my pants.”

I put her foot back where it was and turn back around.

“I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”

She shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and gulp it down, trying to catch my breath. I shouldn’t have said any of that. But…God! Might as well be honest. I’ll have to go back in there and—

Her hands lift the back of my shirt, her palms slide around to my front, and she presses her chest against my back.