Page 81 of Play With Me
“Oh dear,” the man says, wheezing.
Of course, it’s Jude whose face appears over me when I manage to roll over. “Thought I’d ski what all the trouble was about!” he quips.
I narrow my eyes. “You are insufferable.”
“But you love me,” he says, reaching down to help me up.
To that, I don’t have a comeback.
CHAPTER20
Jude
What a fuckin’ day.
I’m in the bathroom, drying off after a shower, and strongly considering jacking off before dinner. My dick swells at the thought, of course, so I splash a little cold water on my face and then toss some on the little guy too. “Chill out, dude. What makes you think you’re getting any action? How do you even remember what to do?”
I’m talking to my dick.
Maybe Ishouldhave sex, since not having it doesn’t seem to be working at keeping me sane anymore.
My phone lights up on the bedside table as I step out of the bathroom.
NORA: Are you ready yet?!
Heat shoots through me picturing her on the other side of that wall, holding her phone in her hand, while I’m doing the same. Only naked.
JUDE: Five more minutes, geez
JUDE: Unless you want to come over here now and help me get dressed?
I don’t know why I’m teasing her when I can’t even follow through on it.
Three dots pop up, then disappear.
“Speechless, huh?”
I toss the phone on the bed, happy to make Nora wait a little longer. She deserves it after the stunt she pulled this morning. I was already riled up trying not to stare at her tits through that see-through shirt while she ate waffles, pretending like it wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Luckily later, tubing required so much energy that I spent whole minutes forgetting how much I liked the feel of her tongue against mine, or how soft her body was when I pressed her up against that wall in the nurse’s office.
But then she tipped her head back and shrieked when I sent her spinning down a run, and I was back to picturing her with her legs wrapped around me.
When I look down, that little fucker’s standing at attention again.
I’m losing my goddamned mind. But damn, it feels good to slip away to her.
I pull on a black dress shirt and dark jeans, then knock on the door to Nora’s room.
“It’s open!” she calls from the other side.
I push the door open to see her standing by the front door, pulling a pair of heels on.
“Finally!” she says.
She’s wearing this short black dress that hugs every curve, and I have to stop myself from actually growling.
“Where’s the argyle sweater?” I tease instead, looking away so I don’t stare.
“Maybe I’ll bring one just in case,” she throws back. Then she grabs one of those damn sweaters out of her bag and ties it around her waist. She looks so hilarious I turn away again, trying not to burst out laughing. It’s a contest at this point, pushing each other to see who’ll break first. Though I’m not sure it’s just about making each other laugh.
