39. Lizzy
“Thanks for walkingme home from class.”
We’ve settled into a routine; we don’t leave for class at the same time but if we’re on campus, Brodie comes to the business building and waits outside for me so he can walk me home. And I will occasionally wait for him outside the locker room after his games, or practice.
He leans down and plants a kiss on my mouth, his warm lips a stark contrast to the cool air whipping around us.
My arm goes around his waist.
We walk, heading back to the house, ready to be alone since we haven’t technically had a proper sleepover in days.
He had an away game and was gone three days, and I had a mid-term I had to study for; then Bethany had a crisis with Jon and we had a girls’ night out to get her through it so yeah—I haven’t been alone with Brodie in days.
It feels like weeks.
Brodie is my new best friend and I can’t get enough of him.
“I love walking you home.” He looks down at me and plants another kiss on me—this time on the top of my head.
Walking me home isn’t the only thing he loves.
He loves cooking dinner with me, and the DIY projects I have him helping me with now that I’ve discovered the hardware store. He loves when I cheer him on during his games and the jersey my mom had made with his name and number on the back. He loves the matching pajama set I bought us.
We’re so damn cute when we both have them on. Jill says it makes her nauseous just looking at us.
“Know what I want to do?” I yawn.
It’s been the longest day and although it’s only four in the afternoon, I’m ready for those PJS I was talking about. I’m ready to get cozy and make myself a steaming hot tea and I’m ready to climb into my big, cozy bed.
With him.
Obviously…
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to go snuggle.”
His brows go up and his arm goes around my waist, too. “Oh yeah? By snuggle do you mean cuddle fuck?”
“Cuddle fuck?” I pretend I don’t know what he’s talking about.
“Yeah. It’s when you want to cuddle—but we end up fucking.”
Of course that’s what he meant.
But I’ll be the first person to admit that sex with Brodie is off the charts, toe-curling, incredible.
Best sex ever.
Not that I’ve had a ton of partners to compare it to but everything about us fits. And being intimate has brought us closer. Yes, we have issues now and again—our different personalities means we have to work on communication—but so far we’ve been able to navigate them as best we can.
I laugh. “It depends on how cold it is in my room.”
I’m always cold but he’s so damn good at warming me up.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he growls in my ear, giving my waist a gentle squeeze with the hand wrapped around me.
“I knew you’d say that.”
Forty minutes later, I’m toasty in bed and by toasty I mean: my boyfriend is going down on me.
My legs are spread and I have socks on my feet and a bra on but that isn’t stopping him from sucking my clit into oblivion.
I clutch the pillow beneath my head, moaning and panting; I know I’m about to start begging him to be inside me, the words always get lodged in my throat as I war between coming and wanting to come with his dick inside me.
It’s a beautiful dick.
Perfect.
The kind of dick you actually want to suck on. Hard to believe, I know! God has blessed Brodie and I both.
Ha!
My legs begin the tell-tale quivering and if I’m going to speak now I better speak now or hold my peace…
“Babe, please….”
He shakes his head, holding my legs open, giving my thighs a nudge with his elbows.
“Please…Brodie, oh god…fuck me….”
I feel him smiling against my pussy, that bastard is always teasing.
He’s gotten real cocky since the day he lost his virginity. Walks taller, acts more confident.
It’s so sexy, this new side of him.
Funny what a good woman can do for a man’s confidence and I’m forever patting myself on the back.
I give his shoulders a push with the palm of my hand, needing him to take his mouth off my pussy, needing him to make that short climb up my body, needing him to?—
“Ahhh.”
He hovers above me, kissing the side of my neck with wet lips.
“Did you like that?”
I nod, pulling at his hips.
“Patience…”
I shake my head. No.
I don’t want to be patient I want?—
He slides inside easily since I’m so, so wet, and we both audibly groan.
This is our favorite part.
The first few seconds where he pushes himself in, and if I could bottle the feeling up and sell it, I would be rich.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so hard,” I murmur back, returning the compliment.
“Fuck yeah.” He thrusts deep, pumping in and out of me, the headboard beginning its dull thump against my bedroom wall and it’s in the back of my brain to tell him to dial it down a notch; I don’t need my roommates listening to us having sex.
We’re not guys.
We don’t enjoy hearing it.
But I can’t get the words out, not when his dick is this good and I’d rather use the energy sighing and moaning and groaning into his mouth.
Tongue.
Teeth.
Cock.
Brodie begins that guttural, low sound he makes when he’s on the verge of coming, his body tensing up, his hands gripping me harder. Pulling at me harder. Thrusting faster.
Oh god, oh god, oh god….
Oh…..
When we come, it’s together—we’ve mastered that, too—his nose buried in that same spot at my nape, his drawn out moan the moaniest of all moans.
His body jerks.
Jerks again.
He comes inside me the way he’s been doing for a few weeks now after I went to the health center and had them put in an IUD, something we talked about after the talk about being exclusive.
I really do love him…
Haven’t told him yet but we’ll get there.
After we pee, clean ourselves, and get clothes on, we climb back into bed.
I snuggle deeper under my thick quilt, the soft blankets enveloping me like a warm hug. Brodie lays beside me, arms folded behind his head as I flip through the channels with the remote pointed at the TV, his presence a comforting weight against my side as we bask in the afterglow.
The TV cast a soft glow across the room.
The sound of his steady breathing? Also relaxes me.
Everything about his calm presence relaxes me.
Calm and steadfast and?—
Just as we hunker down deeper into my warm, blissful bed, a scratching sound pierces the silence, followed by a thud that makes my heart skip a beat. Brodie and I exchange puzzled glances, our eyes widening as we listen intently for more noise.
”What was that?” Brodie whispers.
“We both know exactly what that is,” I reply, my heart racing in my chest. ”This time is sounded like it came from... that wall?”
I point to the wall nearest my closet, where the original hole is.
Brodie nods, his brow furrowing we strain to listen for any further signs of disturbance.
“Maybe that was the TV?”
“God I hope so.”
I can’t handle any more drama from the squirrel in the wall. Not tonight, not ever! The only thing I want is to snuggle with my damn boyfriend, not worry about this dumb animal!
“That scratching is pretty loud,” Brodie mutters, throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed.
“Do you think…”
The sound of drywall hitting the carpet has me straining to see in the dim bedroom, my eyes adjusting well enough to see a small and very familiar furry head poking its way out of the wall, its beady eyes fixed on us with a curious gaze.
I gasp in shock, clutching the blankets tightly to my chest as I stare at the unexpected intruder.
“Holy shit!” I practically shout. “Jesus, there it is.”
Brodie, my ever-composed boyfriend who’s supposed to be cool and collected, jumps back with a yelp, his usually stoic demeanor shattered by this unexpected intrusion.
”Jeez this thing has the worst fucking timing!” he exclaims, his voice tinged with equal parts disbelief and exasperation.
I let out a startled squeal, scrambling back on the bed, as far away from the furry intruder I can.
The squirrel regards us with a tilt of its head, its tiny claws poking out of the drywall surrounding it, framing him like a tiny piece of artwork. His nose twitches with curiosity and mischief.
“Is it bad that I feel bad for him? He seems lost.” He’s obviously trapped in my wall and isn’t finding his way out. “Do you think he has food?”
“Dude. I don’t know but I’m about to piss my pants,” Brodie whispers. “I’m going to walk forward and hopefully he goes back inside and then I’ll tape up the hole.”
“Right. Got it. Tape up the hole.”
Do I have tape? Where is it?
I see some on the desk but it’s the kind you use when you wrap a present and not the kind you use to ship a package.
It will have to do for now.
From my vantage point on the bed, I watch as Brodie cautiously edges closer to our uninvited guest, his movements slow and deliberate.
”Easy there, little guy,” he cooes, voice a soothing contrast to the chaos unfolding around us. ”We”re not going to hurt you.”
As if understanding Brodie’s words, the squirrel cocks its head to the side before disappearing back inside the hole in a blur of fur.
“Thank god!” I collapse onto the covers. “I do not need a new roommate.”
”I feel like you might be stuck with him?” Brodie remarks, his tone light with amusement as he begins taping up the hole. He uses long, foot long pieces, rubbing over it so it sticks to the paint. ”Think we should name him?”
“No we should not name him!”
“Why not?”
“Because. He is rude and he isn’t welcome in here! That’s why!”
Brodie ignores me, on his eighth piece of tape. He adds several more pieces before taking hold of my dresser and dragging it to the hole, pushing it to stand in front of it.
”How about... Archie?” he suggests.
My lips twitch. “No. We’re not naming him.”
“But if we’re going to get a dog together someday, we should start small. Just to see how it goes.”
My mouth drops open. “You want to get a dog with me someday?”
He nods. “But first, a squirrel?”
My head shakes in defiance, still unwilling to name the little bastard.
“What about Mister VonSquirrel McStuffins?”
I laugh. “That’s horrible. He’d hate it.”
“Ahh.” He climbs onto the bed beside me. “Admit it, you think he might like us.”
“He does not like us, he’s out to get us.”
Brodie chuckles, his laughter reverberating through my bedroom room. “Stanley.”
“No. Just because Stanley rhymes with squirrel doesn’t mean I think it’s cute.”
Even though it’s pretty darn cute.
“Doc Nutterpants,” Brodie tries again.
I laugh.
“Nutty?” he asks.
I cock my head, not hating it. “Eh.”
”Nutty it is,” he replies, eyes sparkling with amusement. ”Welcome to the family, little guy.”