Chapter Seven
Sloane
Seeing Ashley walk back in the room wearing black satin pajamas that consisted of nothing but a camisole and shorts that barely covered her ass had my dick hard once again.
I noticed her nipples poking through the material from where I sat up in her bed waiting for her.
Maybe my performance tonight could be above average after all. I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to sleep next to her when I’d rather be in her.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe before pulling the covers on her side of the bed back to welcome her next to me.
She clicked the lamp off then nestled into my side like she belonged there—her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. The sweet smell of her flowery shampoo wafted up to my nose. The satin fabric of her pajamas, along with her silky skin, made my dick leak precum. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt a woman so soft next to me.
I was aching for her hand to move six inches lower, and I slid my hand under her camisole so I could skim my fingers up and down her spine.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she whispered.
We lay there for a few minutes, basking in the contentment of being in each other’s arms.
“I can’t believe I’m actually holding you. Do you know how many times I laid in my cot, dreaming of just this moment?”
“Do you know how many nights I laid in this exact spot, wishing you were here? Probably more than you did.”
“That’s doubtful, sweetness. I wasn’t bullshitting you when I told you that your letters and packages have been the bright spots in my life. Literally. Your pretty pink envelopes and colorful packages stand out against the drab tan all around me.”
She snuggled closer, making me painfully aware of her tits rubbing against my side. “I’m glad I can be that for you.”
“I feel like our relationship is lopsided, though. I mean, I know how I’m benefitting from it, but what do you get out of this?”
Her eyes flashed when she lifted her head to look at me. “Are you kidding me? You’ve become more than just a friend and secret crush; you’re my confidante. You know more about me than most people who’ve known me my entire life. I feel you accept me for who I am—although I’m sorry I didn’t send you a picture of what I look like sooner.”
I felt my blood pressure spike, but tried to contain my snarl when I replied, “While I would have loved to have a picture of your pretty face sooner, you don’t need to be sorry you didn’t send one earlier than you did.”
“I just should have been upfront sooner—before you got invested.”
“Ash, what the hell are you talking about?”
She gestured to the birthmark on her face. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”
“Baby, your imperfections make you even more perfect.”
“You’re not embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Hell no. I’m proud to be seen with you.”
She sighed. “Come on, Sloane. You saw how people stare at me.”
I had noticed when we were on the boardwalk, and it’d pissed me off. But I’d taken my lead from her; she’d handled it with grace and ignored the gawking and whispers, so I had, too. Even though I knew it bothered her and my primary instinct was to defend her and tell the asshats off. No wonder she had such a complex about it.
“Sweetness, there will always be dipshits anywhere you go. People stare at me all the time when I’m in uniform and make snide comments. You know what I say? Fuck ‘em. You’re gorgeous; I don’t know what I can do to get that through your pretty little head.”
“The difference is, you can take your uniform off, and all people will notice is how gorgeous you are.”
I debated whether to point out the obvious, then decided we hadn’t held back with each other before, I didn’t want to start now.
“Couldn’t you wear makeup, if you wanted?”
“I could and I have, but then I spend my time worrying it’s going to wear off and I won’t realize it. That’s a different kind of stress altogether.”
“I’m sorry you have to deal with that, baby.”
She laid her head back down. “I’ve been dealing with it all my life. I hardly even notice anymore, and my family and friends are used to it, too. I become more conscious of people’s reactions when I’m with new people who aren’t immune.”
I’d never be immune to someone making her feel bad about herself but chose to keep that inside. Instead, I kissed her hair and whispered, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“So are you.”
We both went quiet again, like we were each lost in our own thoughts. My hand continued caressing her back—I loved the feel of her bare skin against my fingers. She’d occasionally let out a soft sigh but remained still in my arms—her hand stayed firmly in place on my stomach, despite my telepathic attempts for her to move it lower.
My dick urged me to make a move. Yeah, I was exhausted, but I was also horny. And she felt so damn good.
I decided to go for it and just as I moved my hand to her front to caress her boobs, I heard soft snoring.
Smiling as I kissed her hair, I pulled her closer and closed my eyes. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was, she’s too damn adorable .