Chapter Eighteen
Memphis
Icome down to grab a few things before heading back to the room with a big ass grin on my face and a pep in my step that comes when you know you’ve done a good job.
Thinking about bringing Waverly to release has the grin blooming into a full-blown smile.
And my smile isn’t the only thing growing thinking about Waverly.
I pull at the crotch of my pajama bottoms to rearrange my cock.
He always seems to be ready to go at the mere thought of my Waverly.
I’ll hold the image of her losing control for me all my life.
I kept it above the clothes for her this time, using the hard bulge of my dick to send her over the edge.
I don’t think the little thing has ever had her legs spread so far as when I’m in between them.
By the time I finished, she had sunk into sleep, and I spent the next few minutes cleaning up.
When I sat up and looked at how her shorts molded to her pussy I came again.
Waverly is too damned sexy for my dick’s mental health.
I’m not ashamed to say she could get me to do anything she wanted with just the crook of her hand.
But it’s not just sexual or physical. There’s something beautiful and indefinite about her.
Her strength, her courage, her intelligence all play into why I want her, why I need her.
I’m just as turned on by her mind as I am her body.
I want to know her thoughts as much as I want to map every contour of her body.
I spin around to grab the orange juice and bump right into Sadie. She looks over at the tray I’ve made for Waverly. And hands me the juice but doesn’t let it go.
“I like you, Memphis. Boston loves you and says you’re great.
Neve loves you. Everybody loves you. Hell, I like you good enough.
” She smiles at me, and all I can do is wait.
The smile melts from her, and she gives me a dead serious stare.
“If you hurt my best friend, I’ll make sure nobody can ever love you again. ”
I can’t help the smile that blooms across my face. Sadie is sweet and on the shy side. No one would ever expect this from her, which shows me how much she really cares for Waverly.
“Why are you smiling?” She narrows her eyes even more.
“Because I like you too, especially now that I know you’re looking out for my girl.”
“As long as we understand each other. Waverly’s too sweet to be fucked with. She’s always taking care of people. It’s time someone takes care of her.”
I give her a gentle nod of agreement and take the pitcher from her hand. When I turn back around, she’s gone.
After breakfast, I do a check outside to make sure nothing's left to chance if someone does pay us a visit.
The girls spend the day on the dock sunbathing and reading.
At night we all come together to make dinner and watch something.
Boston wanted to see an old horror movie that had Sadie, who had never seen it before, clinging to him and burying her head in his chest.
After the second movie in the series, my baby gives a look to Sadie. Sadie looks from Waverly to the television. I can tell she doesn’t want to stop watching the movie.
“You go ahead, sweetheart, and I’ll be up in a second.” Sadie's not going to let her down.
Waverly nods and whispers a thank you to Sadie.
“I’ll just stay for the first five minutes of it.”
“Or I could help…,” I offer nonchalantly.
Sadie wants to say yes. I’m smart enough not to push as she makes her mind up.
“You’ll help Waverly wash her hair?”
I give her a slow nod. Even though I want to jump up and just take off running into the bathroom to help, I understand I have to allow Sadie time to ease into me doing this for Waverly.
I’m already going to have a fight on my hands trying to talk Waverly into being okay with it. I don’t need a battle on two fronts.
“Well, you all did sleep together last night.” She says it in an unsure way that sounds more like a question than a statement.
“Memphis would never hurt Waverly or do anything she didn’t want him to do, babe. If she has a problem with it, all she has to do is shout, and I’ve never known Waverly to be quiet about anything. Let him do this for her.”
My eyes turn to my brother, and I give him a silent thank you as Sadie nods her head.
“Okay. But if there’s any problem…”
“I’ll come find you before any yelling needs to be done.”
I’m already on my feet and half out of the room. My girl might not be aware of it yet, but I’m about to take care of one of those problems she mentioned to me this morning.