7. Nick
7
NICK
I wake up to a warmth wrapped around me. It takes a second for it to click that I’m not alone. That Penelope is at my house, sleeping in my bed. That’s when I remember I never made it to the living room last night. I fell asleep next to her. And at some point during the night, I found my way beneath the covers.
With her asleep, I can take the time to really look at her. The way the light freckles across her face almost make a constellation. The way she whistles slightly when she exhales as she’s asleep.
I also don’t miss how her leg is wrapped around mine and how my hand is resting on her thigh. If this wasn’t my best friend’s little sister, I would be sliding that hand around to her plump ass, maybe lower. Looking for those lips between her thighs, finding out if they’re wet.
My hand twitches at the thought, my imagination getting the best of me. Sliding my fingers between those wet lips, hearing her groan as I wake her up with my fingers inside of her. The way she would moan my name as I find that spot that makes her toes curl. How at the sound of that moan, I would flip her onto her back and pin her to the bed. My lips finding that spot below her ear I know would be sensitive. My own hips thrusting against hers as I kiss her across her collarbone, making her beg for me to give her more.
My dick is growing hard as I think of all the things I would do to her. I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. And if she wakes up to find my cock hard and ready for her, what would she do?
I don’t have time to think about it because her eyes flutter open. For a second, she sighs in contentment before they go wide, and she realizes she is snuggling into me.
“Oh my god,” she says as she scrambles away from me so fast she ends up falling off the other side of the bed.
I crawl over to the other side of the bed to check if she is all right and get a flash of those lips I was just fantasizing about. I had no fucking clue she was lying next to me—no wrapped around me—without any panties on.
My dick just went from half-mast to full hard-on in a split second.
The fuck is wrong with me?
I don’t think she even notices that she flashed me as she pushes onto her knees and stands, running her hands down the sides of my T-shirt she is wearing.
God, another thought to grip my dick.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Um, yeah. Just fine and dandy.” She turns to look out the window in my room. “Would you look at that. What a lovely day. I’m just gonna…” She trails off and practically runs for the bathroom.
I flip over onto my back and grab my dick, giving it a good pull before willing it to settle down. I’m glad she was so caught up in her own embarrassment that she didn’t notice what I was sporting in these sweats.
I release a sigh as I look out the window. She was definitely rambling because it’s dreary as hell outside, the snow coming down heavy. I rub my eyes and get out of bed. I should not have fallen asleep next to her last night. I knew I should have just gone to the couch instead of giving her any ounce of truth. I should have called it a night and went on my way. But I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and I just couldn’t say no to her.
I stretch as I grab some clothes out of a drawer and head into the closet. I can hear her through the bathroom door talking to herself. Not sure what it’s about, but it sounds something about her being a stupid idiot, and she can’t believe she was wrapped around me.
I shake my head and smirk. Glad I’m getting into her head as much as she is getting into mine. After slipping into some fresh clothes, I grab her something to wear since she ran into the bathroom in nothing but my T-shirt.
I knock on the bathroom door. “I’m leaving some clothes right outside for you. I never moved yours to the dryer. I’ll throw them in now.”
“Okay,” she squeaks out.
I can’t help but think about those damn freckles on her face as I head to the other bathroom to freshen up.
I throw some clothes into the wash next with hers deciding to rewash them after they sat all night before making my way to the kitchen to start the coffee. I shudder as I look outside the window. We got a good three feet of snow last night, and it’s still coming down hard. I really need to start plowing before it becomes impossible.
I open the fridge to find something to eat and figure I should feed Pen anyway. I doubt she takes very good care of herself. If I leave her to fend for herself while I’m outside she will probably only drink ungodly amounts of caffeine and eat those macarons that are still sitting on the coffee table.
I pull out some eggs and find some frozen diced potatoes in the freezer. A quick hash it is.
By the time I finish pulling the eggs out of the frying pan and dishing them onto the two plates with the potatoes, Pen is walking into the kitchen yawning.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Her cheeks flame a light pink, and I am sure she is still embarrassed over the incident in the bedroom this morning.
“Did you make breakfast?” she asks, avoiding all eye contact with me.
I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, figured we could both use something good since we only ate some crappy frozen pizza last night.”
She gives me a quick smile then walks over to the coffee pot, quickly making herself at home by grabbing a mug and pouring herself a cup.
I watch her as she digs through the refrigerator, I can only guess looking for creamer.
“I drink my coffee black.”
She turns toward me. “Well, what happens when you have guests?”
“I don’t.”
“Ever.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“But your dad…”
I clench my fist. I don’t want to think about him. “He doesn’t come here.”
“Oh.”
I walk over to the pantry and pull out a container of sugar. “You can at least sweeten it if you want.”
She grabs the sugar from me. “I guess this will do.”
I hold back a laugh as I walk back to the plates I was preparing. I throw some shredded cheddar, diced onions and tomatoes on top of the eggs then walk them over to the dining table. I’m sure she will find the milk in the fridge at some point.
She stands over her coffee cup for a few minutes after finding the small container of milk I had then slowly walks over to the dining table.
I shake some hot sauce over my plate while she sits down, setting her coffee cup on the edge of the table. “What if I don’t like eggs?”
I shrug. “Then I guess I have more to eat.”
She huffs but picks up her fork and cuts into the eggs.
We eat in awkward silence. Every now and then I look at her, and her ears glow a soft shade of pink. Definitely embarrassed about this morning. And I’m definitely not telling her I saw her pussy.
I finish my plate at the same time she finishes hers. I bring our dishes to the sink and start washing them.
“I’ll do that,” she says to me softly. “You cooked. I can clean up.”
I shut the water off and turn around. “It’s not a big deal.”
She pushes me out of the way and turns the faucet back on. I grab a towel and dry my hands. I don’t really know what else to say to her, and I can’t really stand this awkwardness between us now. Not to mention I need to get away from her after those intrusive thoughts this morning.
I head down to the garage and throw on a snowsuit and my boots. Even though snow is still coming down, I need to find a way to stay outside for a few hours. There is chopped wood that needs to be brought inside, and the driveway needs to be plowed before the snow gets too deep.
I walk outside into the blustering snowstorm and get to work.