Page 142 of So This Is War
Ollie:Clever.
Penny:What’s the plan for sharing a bed?
Winnie:Levi, you realize her nipples are going to be incredibly hard. Can you handle it?
Levi:I want her nipples hard so they’re more sensitive. And the plan . . . to tease the ever-living fuck out of her. I want this over by tonight. I want her begging me, so I can win and it all be done.
Ollie:Well, I just got horny.
Penny:You’re always horny.
Winnie:I’ve never met anyone hornier than you, Ollie.
Levi:I’d agree with that statement. The horniest.
Ollie:I wear the label with pride.
Penny:Well, good luck. I approve.
Winnie:Approved.
Ollie:Go for it!
Levi:Where’s Blakely?
Blakely:Trying to have phone sex with my man, so stop texting!
Chuckling, I set my phone down on my nightstand and am plugging it in just as Wylie exits the bathroom. She’s carrying her clothes from tonight and strutting around in a pair of tiny silk shorts and a tank top.
Her legs and ass fill out the shorts so when she walks, they ride up. Her shirt clings to her chest and stomach, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Fuck, she’s so fine.
And I like her especially like this. No makeup, hair in a messy bun, casual. She looks cuddly and like I could wrap my entire body around her to keep her warm and protected.
“My goodness, it’s chilly in here,” she says as she sets her clothes down and looks around to find the thermostat. Her eyes zero in on it, then she glances over at me as I lie casually on the bed, the blankets barely covering my torso. “Did you want it to be an icebox in here?”
“Yeah, I was too hot in our last hotel room. I prefer it to be cold.”
“Okay, well, it’s freezing.” She turns toward me and points at her chest. “Look at my nipples. They’re hard as stone.”
I wet my lips, very satisfied with looking at her nipples that I can nearly see through her shirt.
“Nipples look great to me,” I say. “No complaints.”
“Says my boss,” she says.
“Hey, you’re the one who told me to look at them. I’m just doing as I’m told.”
She rolls her eyes and walks over to her cot where she slips under the covers. I turn out the light and sink into the mattress, just waiting for my moment to pop the question.
I listen as she moves on her cot, trying to get comfortable.
After the third jostle, I say, “Everything okay over there?”
“Fine, just trying to get warm.”
I smile and place my hand behind my head as I stare up at the ceiling. “You know, you can always join me in my bed if you’re cold. I run hot.”
