“Please tell me you got some kind of sleep?” Melanie closes her eyes, her face turned up to the ceiling.
“I’m good, sunshine. How are you feeling?” I counter.
“Like I was hit by a Mack truck, with the headache the size of Gibraltar, and a mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert.” She smacks her lips for emphasis.
“Why don’t you go grab a shower. I’ll set some clothes out for you, bring you some aspirin and water. We’ll see how that goes before we take on breakfast.” As soon as I get her in the shower, I’ll call Sloane to tell her I won’t be in. Of course I’ll owe her, big time. She’s being left to deal with Slater. He’s a pain in the ass, but she can deal with him. It’s not like Jax is coming in and I have to threaten to fire her, something I’d never do. But that guy, he does something to her that makes her want to strangle him. I’m sure it’s more than what meets the eye with those two.
“I can go home. I’ve been commandeering all your nights and days lately.” Her eyes open, showing me those baby blues of hers.
“Stay, just for a while. I want to make sure you’re okay, not sick from the hangover at least.”
“Oh, I can do that. Thank you, Fox, for taking care of me, being here for me, and letting me sleep in your bed with you. Hey, maybe we can be sleeping partners?” Her eyes light up, and I’m not sure if she’s serious or joking. I move my hips so she’ll feel exactly what she does to me.
“It won’t always just be sleeping, sunshine. But sure, we can pretend we’re sleeping partners.” Melanie does the exact opposite of what I thought she would do, moving to her side, hiking her leg over my hip.
“I’d like that. A lot.” Last night, before I slipped into bed, I made sure I wasn’t naked in case something like this happened. So, now there are two pieces of fabric hindering us from fully feeling one another. In a way, I’m glad. I want her clearheaded when things go further, because believe me, they will.
“Next time you get in my bed, you do it without liquor, naked, and I promise you’ll more than like it.” I grind cock into her covered pussy, feeling the heat even through the layers.
“Is that a promise?” Melanie must not have much of a hangover by the way she’s moving against me.
“Fuck yes, it is.” I grab the back of her smooth, silky thigh, flipping Melanie over, my body wedging between her thighs, my arms caging her in.
“Are you ever going to kiss me, Fox?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, I am, but not right now. When I do, you won’t have to ask. Now, get your ass in the shower before we start something and neither of us leaves this bed today.” I kiss her forehead, move off her, not caring that she can see the clear outline of my hard cock. Our first kiss, first time having sex, first anything, I want her mind on us, and not anything else.
“Fine, I’ll go now.” Melanie climbs out of bed, those tits of hers bouncing, nipples teasing me as they caress the fabric of her shirt.
“Grab some clothes. Top drawer should have something that fits. I’ll be back with your water and medicine.” If I don’t leave now, I’ll be climbing in that shower with her, and the eyes she’s giving me lets me know she’d like exactly that.
12
Melanie
Watching Fox flee his own bedroom because I was basically half dressed is one of the reasons I’m giggling like a schoolgirl when I get out of the shower, smelling uniquely of him after using his body wash, forgoing my hair because he has no conditioner. Men have it so easy, I swear. I slide on a shirt of his I grabbed out of his dresser, forgoing the boxers that I could probably wear by rolling them up, but my ass would most definitely strain in them.
I’m walking down the hall to the kitchen, where I can hear Fox on the phone. “Yeah, Jax, I’ll still be participating in the tournament this weekend. No, you’re not gonna pester Sloane. It’s bad enough she’s dealing with Slater for me today.” I don’t hear the other end of the conversation, but now I feel awful that Sloane is once again at The Wet Spot and Fox is spending time with me.
I make a motion that I’m going to just leave, but Fox does what I least expect. “No, you walk into the shop, and I won’t play this weekend, end of discussion.” He hits the end button, throws his phone on the couch, and swoops me up in his arms.