Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
A mint.
Mine had one too.
“Barry,” he said, shaking his head.
“He’s a sweetheart,” I insisted. “He’s just a little… needy.”
“A little?” Junior asked as we both pulled down the covers.
“It’s cute. You’re like his big brother.”
“I’m an only child.”
“Which explains why this is so hard for you,” I said, nodding as I climbed into the bed.
“So are you,” he said.
“Yeah, but I’m not a big, grumbly, antisocial hacker dude,” I said, sliding down flat. “Oh, my God,” I groaned as the bed hugged me. My bed at home was the same memory foam I’d had since I was eighteen, complete with body indents that refused to go away now, so I would get stuck in them and not be able to roll over in my sleep. “This is a good bed.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he climbed in as well.
As big as it was, we felt incredibly close once we were both under the covers and sharing body heat. Not that I was complaining. I needed the body heat. Junior kept his apartment on the cool side, and I had no pants on.
“Sorry about the TV,” he said, the soft sound of TV voices drifting through the large, mostly open space of his home.
“I don’t mind. I fall asleep with the TV on all the time.”
“Also, don’t panic if you hear a thud in the middle of the night,” he said.
“A thud?”
“Barry seems to wrestle demons in his sleep,” he told me. “He falls off the couch.”
“Now I feel bad that I’m making him sleep there.”
“Doll, there was no fucking way I’d be sharing a bed with him,” Junior said, shooting me a sexy little smile before reaching over to turn off the light.
“Goodnight, Shale!” Barry called.
“Goodnight,” I called back, smiling.
“Goodnight, Boss,” he said next.
“Go to sleep, Barry,” Junior said back as he rolled over and seemed to drift right off.
I was up for a while, trying to decide what the most platonic way to share a bed was.
Back-to-back seemed the least likely to cause any issues, so I went ahead and rolled away from Junior, staring at the wall that danced with the light from the TV in the living room a few feet away.
I thought I would stay up all night stressing about my issues.
But, oddly enough, I drifted right off to sleep.
Only to wake up and realize not only had I scooted more toward the center of the bed in my sleep, but Junior had rolled onto his other side.
He was sharing my pillow.
But more than that, he was curled around me.
Him, the big spoon.
Me, the little.
As if that wasn’t enough, his arm was thrown over my hip, and his hand had somehow wedged itself between my thighs. Like way up there.
A little wave of desire coursed through me at that intimacy, at how close he was to giving me something I’d been fantasizing about since the moment he first walked through the doors of Deja Brew.
That sensation only intensified, though, as I felt his thick, hard length pressing into my ass.
I only just barely resisted the urge to rock back against him, to shift to feel him press against the juncture of my thighs instead.
I stayed still instead, my need only intensifying with my resistance, until I knew that if he woke up, there was no way he wouldn’t feel how needy I was with his hand placed where it was.
I just needed to calm my body down, to think of anything but how close we were and how much I’d been wanting this.
Any idea of that slid away, though, as a rumbling sound moved through Junior and his fingers pressed against my panties.
I made no moves, as much as the ache inside was begging me to press down against his fingers, to rock and find fulfillment.
Junior shifted closer, his cock pressing more insistently against me as his fingers shifted, pressing against my panties.
“Thought you were awake,” he murmured into my ear as my thighs tightened instinctively.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice breathless.
“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he shot back as his fingers stroked up my cleft.
There was no stopping him. Not as the warmth spread through my core. Not as his fingers found my clit even through my panties, and started to stroke.
It wasn’t long before my breathing was getting ragged, and my hips were rocking against his touch.
When his fingers slipped inside the material of my panties, though, tracing up my cleft with nothing between, a little whimper escaped me.
Junior shifted, his arm sliding under my head on the pillow, wrapping around, and pressing over my mouth, muffling my sounds as he worked me with expert fingers.
I was glad for the muzzle because there was no stopping the moans as his fingers drifted down and slid inside me, my walls tightening around them as his thumb continued to work my clit.