Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Brody
Today has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. Between the massive amount of food and drink I’ve ingested, the hours of football we played on the beach, and overall tomfoolery with the guys, I should be exhausted. Should being the keyword. Instead, I’ve been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for almost two hours—while everyone else is blissfully asleep—because my brain won’t stop flashing images of Rainey on repeat.
Rainey laughing like no one was watching. Blowing out the candles on her birthday cake. Building sandcastles with her nieces. Licking barbeque sauce off her fingers. Tossing a perfect spiral like she’s the motherfucking MVP. Her luscious curves pressed against my back when she tackled me in the sand. The best one of all? The single wink she sent my way right before we retired to our rooms. I’m obsessing about a fucking wink , people. What the hell is wrong with me?
What’s a guy supposed to do when he can’t get a sexy, smart, amazing woman off his mind? Well, in this case, this guy has been reduced to whacking off. Twice. While my dick is somewhat appeased, my head is not. I’ve never been so happy, yet so frustrated, in my life.
Fuck.
I throw the covers off and pull on a pair of flannel pajama pants with a hoodie. Staying in bed isn’t getting me anywhere, so I might as well raid the fridge for leftovers. As I pad quietly to the kitchen, a blue glow from the living area catches my eye. I walk over to investigate and freeze when I see Rainey on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be that blanket.
She startles as she notices me. “Oh. Hey, Brody.”
“Hey. Couldn’t sleep?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I thought watching a movie would help me zone out.”
I glance at the screen and see some old guy standing next to a DeLorean. “What are you watching?”
Her eyes widen. “ Is that a serious question ?”
“Um…yeah?”
“You really don’t know?”
I think about it for a minute. “Is this that movie where the guy goes back in time and meets his parents?”
“It’s so much more than that,” she insists.
“Okay, so I’ve heard of it. Does that count?”
Rainey shifts her body and pats one of the cushions. “Get your ass over here right now!”
“What?” I laugh.
“Sit. We’re rectifying this immediately.”
“Are you sure you’re not sleepwalking?” I ask. “You’re not making any sense, princess. ”
She stands up with a huff and places her hands on her hips.
Ho-ly. Fuck.
Have I mentioned how fantastic Rainey’s tits are lately? Well, said tits are currently going commando under a tiny white tank top. Fuck fantastic—they’re glorious . They’re so full and round and perky. I want to motorboat those babies until I suffocate…suck on them until I leave marks all over her creamy flesh…slide my dick between them until she’s wearing the prettiest pearl necklace you’ve ever seen.
That last one was a little too far, wasn’t it?
But I digress.
Seriously though, I’d compose an entire symphony on their behalf. You know, if I had things like musical talent and stuff.
“Brody! Eyes up here!”
I shake out of my stupor and smirk. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“Can you be an actual grown-up for one minute?” she growls.
“In my defense, they’re staring right at me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Sit down, you ass.”
I plop my butt on the couch and smile. Bossy Rainey is hot .
“Yes, ma’am.”
She grabs the remote and pauses the film. “Hold on a sec. I’m going to grab some snacks, and then I’ll rewind it to the beginning.”
I adjust my semi as she flits around the attached kitchen, grabbing random items. “You need any help with that?”
“Nope, I’m good,” she replies, arms full of bagged popcorn, candy, and bottled water.
I ignore that and help transfer everything to the coffee table. “Wow, you came prepared, huh? ”
“With the twins home for the summer, the pantry is stocked with theater goodies,” she explains. “Eighties movie night was our family thing growing up. If you looked through their collection, you’d see how obsessed my parents are. Especially this one—I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve seen it. As a teenager though, I tended to lean toward anything starring members of the Brat Pack.”
“What’s a Brat Pack?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” she says with a side of stink eye.
“Hey, you can’t blame me. We weren’t even alive in the eighties.”
“I was close enough,” she retorts.
I smirk. “Ah, that’s right. Please forgive my forgetfulness, Mrs. Robinson.”
She punches me in the arm. “I’m only six years older than you, dick.”
“True, but you’ve crossed over into an entirely different decade,” I tease. “Six years may as well be twenty-six years at this point.”
She rolls her big brown eyes and laughs. “You’re ridiculous. I have quite a while before I enter cougar territory.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I lean in to whisper into her ear. “I happen to think older women are incredibly sexy.”
It may be my imagination, but I swear she just shivered.
She pushes me away and presses play on the remote. “Just shut up and watch.”