Miss Fix-It
There, we found two pairs of eyes, fixed firmly on us.
And I had never seen such a look of disgust on tiny people in all my life.
“Ew,” Eli moaned. “That’s yucky.”
Brantley released me and cleared his throat. “Why are you out of bed?”
“There’s a spider in my woom,” Ellie announced.
“And a fwy in mine,” Eli said. “Can we swap the bugs?”
“No. We cannot swap the bugs.”
“Can I sweep in Ewwie’s woom, then?”
“Sure, but I bet Ellie wants the spider gone.”
She shook her head emphatically. “No. He’s called Bob.”
A spider named Bob.
How original.
“Right,” Brantley said slowly. “Eli, grab your stuff and get in the opposite end of her bed, okay? Feet to feet like you used to do.”
He nodded, and they both ran back up the stairs like a herd of baby elephants.
Brantley took a deep breath and looked at me. “It’s like they don’t want me to get laid.”
I laughed and jumped off the table. “So dramatic. You just went in too early. Rookie mistake. And now you have to answer all the kissing questions.”
He groaned. “The good news is that I finally have my bedroom to myself.”
He looked at me pointedly.
“Oh god, no. That’s a bad idea and you know it!”
“Stay.” He pulled me into him. “Please. Stay with me tonight.”
I wavered. On one hand, it was a terrible idea. On the other hand…
“Kali, please,” he said in a low, husky voice, sliding his hands down my back.
“Fine,” I whispered. “But you’re cooking me breakfast.”
He kissed me, smiling. “Done.”
***
Waking up to the feeling of a hard, hot body behind mine and a heavy arm over my waist was a new one. It’d been two or three years since I’d been in a relationship and spent the night with anyone.
I wasn’t sure what this was with Brantley, but as I slowly opened my eyes and wriggled, I liked it.
“Stop wriggling,” he murmured, slipping his arm beneath the covers and hooking it around my waist. He pulled me right back into him, tucking my butt against his groin and tangling our legs.
“I wanna see what time it is,” I whispered, leaning over and blindly patting my hand around the nightstand for my phone. My fingers connected with it. I almost knocked it off, but somehow managed to save it before it fell onto the floor.
I hit the power button on the side and winced as the brightness blinded me. Quickly unlocking it and changing it, I was able to check the time.
Six-thirty.
“Aw, shit,” I said.
“What?”
“I have twelve missed calls from my mom.” I dropped my head back down onto the pillow. “And a text message demanding to know why my car was still parked outside yours at eleven last night.”
Brantley buried his face in the pillow and laughed.
“Don’t laugh. She’s insisting on breakfast. Since this sleepover was your idea, why don’t you come and explain it to her?”
He propped his head up, his elbow digging into the pillow, and looked down at me. “What exactly am I supposed to say to her? “Sorry, Mrs. Hancock. I kept your daughter at my house all night so I could fuck her senseless?””
I frowned. “A little less graphic might be the way to go.”
“Just be honest and tell her you spent the night. Who’s she gonna tell?”
He had a point. While my mom was at the center of every gossip circle in town, she only ever received gossip about me. She never gave it out.
“Mmph,” I hmped. “I need to speak to her anyway. May as well kill two birds with one stone.”
He nodded. “Now, put down your phone and come back to sleep for an hour.”
“Hang on.” I quickly replied to Mom’s text confirming I’d be home at eight for breakfast and then put my phone down.
“Thank you,” he said when I settled back under the covers.
“You’re grumpy in the morning.”
“You woke me up. I had a plan to wake up before you and seduce you, but now I’m awake with an uncomfortable erection.”
I shifted and rolled over to face him. “That’s not my fault.”
“Your bare ass has been against it all night. It’s one hundred percent your fault.”
“You’re the one who made me spend the night.”
“I didn’t make you do anything.”
“True, but you gave me a very compelling argument.”
He hooked one arm under my neck and hugged me into him. “Mhmm. It’s eight inches long and likes you very much.”
“I can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual.”
He chuckled and squeezed me. “Stop it, or I might start to think you don’t want to go back to sleep.”
I leaned up and blinked. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Mm?”
“What’s the point of going back to sleep for an hour?”
“You’re right.” He effortlessly flipped me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs. “I can make you come at least three times in that hour.”
“Ambitious,” I said, running my hands up and down his arms. “You think?”