Page 64 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
As he palms my boob, I clamp my hand on his wrist. “No, you wanted to work out early before we went horseback riding.”
Arching over me again, he frowns. “Really? No titty?”
“No titty. Get your ass out of bed. Let’s go. Were you and the guys going for a run?”
“Not sure, slavedriver.” He smooches me on the lips, hops out of bed bare-ass naked, gives his boner a good tug, and reaches for his duffle bag.
Holy shit, he’s a fine-looking man. No wonder I crushed on him hard freshman year.
He’s lean and muscular. Like a statue of a Greek god. You know, if those statues had enormous dicks.
He runs his hand through his messy hair, but his bedhead only makes him more attractive. He’s all high cheekbones and full lips.
On a mouth that gave my body a very thorough inspection last night.
I shake my head because my thoughts are out of control.
“Do you ever do any yoga?” I wander over to my small suitcase, grab some workout clothes, and pull on some undies and shorts.
“This isn’t fair at all.”
I turn as I tug on a sports bra and find him paused with his shirt halfway on. His head has poked through the hole, but his hands are braced on his hips.
“What?” I try to ignore the way his wood is trying to bust loose from his compression shorts.
“What do you mean, what? How am I supposed to get rid of this”—he waves at his erection—“when you’re all, you know, nipply?”
“Nipply?” I laugh and adjust my bra. “You’ve already seen everything.” Licked them, bitten them, and sucked them too for that matter.
“Not first thing in the morning. Plus, we’re on vacation. These are two new scenarios.”
“Aww, poor baby. Do you need some vacation titty?” I trot over to him and leap into his arms. “Let’s work out first, because you need to stay in shape so you can kick ass this fall. Then we can sneak away for a nooner.”
“I love how you think.” He grabs my ass in both hands as he kisses me. I’m not sure how long we stand there making out, but I’m panting by the time I slide down his body.
“No more kissing or we’ll end up banging against the wall.”
His eyes darken. “And the problem with that would be?”
God, he’s tempting. I trail my finger over his plump bottom lip. “I don’t want to be responsible for you not doing well this year.”
His brow furrows, and he blows out a breath. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll work out.”
Silently, he tugs on a pair of loose shorts over the compression pair to mask that monster.
I’m almost sad he gave in, but then he slings his arm over my shoulders as we head to the living room and whispers, “Thanks for keeping me on track. I need that in my life. You’re the best, sunshine.”
Delighted, I squeeze him tight.
I can do that, keep him on track.
That’s the crazy thing. I’m great at helping other people keep their shit together, but suck when it comes to my own life sometimes.
I’m busy giving him a goofy grin when he stops suddenly. I turn toward everyone in the living room, where a pissed-off Janelle is bouncing Lily. Johnny makes a face behind her and heads into the kitchen, where he and Olly are making some green drink concoction with Amelia.
Janelle stomps up to us and flings the baby into Ben’s arms.
“Your turn,” she huffs. Her head swivels toward me, vaguely reminding me of that old horror movie The Exorcist. “Ben screws everything with two legs. Just because you got some doesn’t mean shit.”
