I walk back into the room and hand her the bottle. “Just Netflix. NO chill.”
She pouts in the most adorable way. “Party pooper.”
I grab the remote, silently telling my dick to calm the fuck down as I rejoin her on the couch. “80’s movies are your thing, right? Pick your poison.”
Rainey throws herself back into the couch with flourish. “I don’t care. Pick something.”
Meow!
What the hell? I jump when a brown ball of fur lands on my lap and digs its claws into my legs.
“Jesus fuck! Where did that thing come from?”
Rainey picks up the little striped cat and cradles it to her chest. “That thing, is my baby. He must’ve been sleeping in my bedroom.” She starts giving the cat a full body rub down and the fucker couldn’t look happier about it. I never thought I’d be jealous of an animal, yet, you may as well just color me green.
“You love me don’t you, Maverick? We don’t need a stupid man in our lives when we have each other.”
Her eyes fill with tears again as she peppers the cat’s head with kisses, so I try diverting her train of thought. “You named your cat Maverick? Let me guess...Top Gun?”
She smiles as he butts his furry head against hers. “I did. It’s perfect for him, don’t you think? He’s such a stud. All the lady kitties in the pound had their eyes on him.”
Um, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t matter if she named the cat, Dog, but I stay on course. I’d rather have her pissed off at me than sad. “I suppose it’s a fitting name for a pussy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, c’mon, you named your cat after Tom Cruise?”
“No,” she says, scowling. “I named him after his character, Lieutenant Pete Mitchell, who happens to be a god amongst men.”
“I’m pretty sure gods are supposed to be taller than five-four.”
She gasps. “Take it back,
Brody! Take it back right now!”
I smirk. “Nope.”
“I said take it back!”
She reaches out and twists my nipple through my shirt. “Sonuvabitch! What the hell, Rainey?”
She holds her fingers up threateningly. “There’s more where that came from.”
“Honey, if you want to play with my nipples, by all means, go ahead. Just remember turnabout’s fair play.”
Okay, in hindsight, not the best choice of words.
Her face instantly morphs into one of contemplation. And unmistakable interest. Shit. On any other day, I’d be ecstatic, but today’s probably the worst day possible for her to start granting wishes. One second, Rainey’s fine ass is perched on the couch cushions. In the next, it’s on my lap. I’m frozen in shock as she straddles me and moans when she feels how fucking excited my dick is right now.
Yes, I have a hard-on already—I’ve had a semi pretty much the entire time we’ve been here. It took about zero-point-two seconds to go from half-mast to full sail once she jumped on top of me. Don’t give me that look; she may be distraught, but she’s still fuckhot, and I’m a dude.
“Rainey, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Brody?”
“This is a really bad idea,” I say, as she starts placing kisses along my jaw. “You don’t really want to do this right now.”
She pulls back with a smirk. “Oh, but I think I do.” In a move so fast it would make the Flash jealous, she pulls the tie on the side of her dress loose, causing the top half to pool around her waist. Now, Rainey’s tits are right in front of my face, barely encased in a lacy bra that blends in with her creamy skin.