Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
B
My eyes are heavy, and my body aches. When I'm finally able to open them a sliver, I see light peeking through the slit between the two curtains that cover the window.
Shit.
I'm suddenly aware of the heavy arm that’s draped over my waist.
Fuck.
I did not mean to sleep over. In fact, I have a rule that I never do sleepovers.
So tell me why I'm waking up in Kass's bed wearing nothing but a shirt that smells like him.
I look down at the tattered fabric around the neck of the shirt.
The logo on it isn't one I recognize. Goddamnit, it's his shirt.
After a moment of thought, I recall putting it on after the last time we fucked.
I went into his closet, naked, and started milling through his drawers. He questioned it, but didn't stop me.
But how did I get in here? The last thing I remember is lying on his couch in the living room, berating him with questions about his job.
We were laughing our asses off as he told story after story about some of the craziest people he's worked with.
We were passing my weed pen back and forth, which could definitely have contributed to how funny I thought he was.
I rack my brain, trying to remember anything after that, but I come up blank.
I do remember him rubbing my feet at one point, so maybe that's when I dozed off. But how did I end up here, in his bed? He must have carried me. I didn't tell him I wasn't planning on sleeping over. It's not something I advertise. I usually just get up and go once I've had my fun.
Kass and I definitely had our fun last night—three times, depending on how you're counting. But after, I didn't have the urge to up and leave. Being around him is so effortless and comfortable that the thought of leaving didn't even cross my mind.
So what the fuck do I do now?
I lift his arm gently, trying not to wake him, and slip out from under it.
I lay it on the mattress next to him. He shifts a little, and I think he's about to wake up, but I realize that he's just readjusting.
He reaches out his arm to where I was just lying, his palm flat against the crisp sheet.
Is he searching for me in his sleep? Okay, I hate to admit it, but that's actually pretty fucking cute, if you like that sort of shit.
I crawl backward off his bed and search around for my clothes. There's enough light from the sun that I can see what I'm doing, but I can't find them anywhere.
"Looking for something?"
"Fuck!" I jump and whirl around, slamming my elbow into his dresser. Hard. "Oww!"
"You're a little jumpy there. It almost seems as though you were trying to sneak out on me, Blake." His voice is deep and raspy from just waking up.
There he goes with that nickname again. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't growing on me, though. I tried to have people start calling me that in high school, but with Lou only being a year older than me, people got confused, so B it was.
"No, you just scared the shit out of me. I thought you were sleeping."
"So, you weren't trying to sneak out?"
"No. I mean, yeah. I was. Actually, I was trying to look for my clothes, and then I was going to leave."
He sits up in bed with his back against his headboard. The sheet falls down his bare chest, exposing his abs that I thoroughly explored last night.
"For the first time in my life, I'm actually grateful for being a light sleeper."
Having nothing more to say to him, I continue the search for my clothes.
"Come on, at least stay for breakfast."
"Did I fall asleep on the couch, and did you carry me in here?"
"Yeah." He stretches his arms out wide and yawns.
I watch the muscles in his arms flex when the stretch reaches its max. Mmmmmmm.
Focus, B! "Why didn't you wake me up?" I duck down and check under the bed for any of my lost articles of clothing.
"I don't know. You looked tired, and you passed out on the couch." He leans over the side of the bed and looks down at me on all fours. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?"
"I don't do sleepovers."
"Okay..."
Finding nothing under the bed, I stand up and exit his bedroom.
Maybe they're in the living room? I walk down the hallway and find them sprawled out on the floor.
That's right! I took my clothes off out here for the second time, and then we went into his bedroom for the third time, where I stole his shirt after.
I hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall. "Do you have somewhere to be today?"
I step into my pants and pull them over my ass. I didn't find my underwear, but fuck it.
When I turn to face him, I find him wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge that he's not wearing any underwear.
"No." I turn around and grab my shirt off the chair.
I pull off his shirt I've been wearing and start putting on my own when I feel warm hands graze my sides. I didn't even hear him walk up behind me; that's how frazzled I am right now.
His hands graze lightly across my sides, and then they're gripping me and pulling me into his chest. My heart starts beating a little harder against my ribs, so I take a deep breath in and attempt to slow it.
I don't want him to know that he makes my body react like this.
That kind of knowledge goes straight to a man's ego.
His lips are on my shoulder, distracting me from my efforts to control my body's reaction.
His hands trail down my arms to where my hands are currently in the sleeves of my shirt, since I was just about to put it over my head before he came into the picture.
He grabs onto the fabric of my shirt and tugs at it.
I release the shirt, curious where he's going with this.
He twists the shirt twice, tightening it around my wrists, which are now forced together, and then places the loop he created around my wrists again.
"You think a pair of homemade handcuffs are going to keep me here?"
He kisses up my shoulder to my neck and returns his hands to my sides.
"Figured it was worth a shot."
I let my joined hands flop down in front of me. He turns me around and stares down my naked upper half, at my breasts on full display for him. The way my arms sit, they're pressing my breasts together, making them look fuller than usual.
"Fuck you're nice to look at."
While he's distracted, I lift my hand high enough to cup his balls through his sweats. He grunts and kicks his hips backward, but my grip is tight, so it only makes him groan more.
"Just wanted to remind you who has the real control here." When his eyes open and look at me, I give him a wink.
He bites his lower lip, face still slightly pained by the grip I have on him. I release him, and his body relaxes. I let him think I'm done, but I'm not. I shoot my hands out to grab him again, but before I can go back for seconds, he grabs the fabric of the shirt that binds my wrists.
"Uh oh." He shakes his head, his face turning more serious. "You're in trouble now." I can still see the playfulness behind his eyes, and it makes my pussy start to throb.
He starts walking toward the kitchen, dragging me behind him by my bound wrists. When we get to the island, he pulls out a chair and forces me to sit. Then, with one hand on my shirt cuffs, he reaches out and starts rummaging through a drawer in the hutch behind him.
"Aha!" He shuts the drawer and turns around, holding a piece of rope. "It's not my preferred type of rope for this, but I'll make it work."
He makes quick work of it and ties one end of the rope through my shirt between my wrists. Then he wraps the rope around my wrist and binds my hands to my torso, tying it off in the back where I can't reach. I lean forward to test it, and sure as shit, he tied me to the chair.
"Alright, now that that problem's taken care of..."
"You mean me?"
He leans forward and kisses my forehead with a gentleness so at odds with the fact that he just tied me in place, so I can't leave.
"Yes."
He moves to the fridge and stares into it for a while before he seems satisfied with whatever plan he just made in his head on the fly. He grabs out some eggs and a few other items.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Excuse me?"
He doesn't have to look at me for me to know he's smirking. I can see it in the way his shoulders subtly shake from a suppressed laugh.
"I asked how you like your eggs cooked."
"You seriously tied me up just to cook me breakfast?"
"You seemed like you were going to run out of here if I didn't."
"And what if I told you I really wanted to leave? Would you force me to stay here and eat your fucking eggs?"
Something clatters on the counter when he sets it down and turns to face me again. "Do you really want to leave?"
"What if I did?"
"See," he shakes his pointer finger at me, "deep down, I don't think you do. I think you like my company more than you care to admit."
Now it's my turn to hide my smile and laughter. Shit, he sees right through me.
Right as I'm about to make a smart-ass comment back, my stomach rumbles, giving me away. I pray he didn't hear it, but the look on his face is telling me he did.
"Well, your body just spoke for you." He turns back around and opens an upper cabinet to get a bowl. "Now…how do you like your eggs?"
I slip my shirt over my head, and when my face peeks through the hole, I spot a silhouette through the frosted glass by the front door.
“She’s here.” I jog over to the door, putting my shirt the rest of the way on.
“Can you get it?”
I don’t bother responding to Kass’s request since I’m already opening the door. Fia’s beaming face greets me on the other side of the threshold.
“Come on in.”
She chuckles. “How domestic of you.”
“Never mind.” I start shutting the door on her, but she pushes it open and walks into the house.
Her gaze wanders around the living space, taking it all in.
She stops her assessment when Kass walks into the living room, his shirt only halfway on, giving us a glance at the ink on his side that travels past his belt line.
We’ve both seen it before, but that doesn’t make it any less sexy.
“Nice place you’ve got here.”
“Thanks.” Kass walks over to Fia and gives her a hug that she reciprocates.
“I think I need to open up a tattoo shop so I can get out of our old apartment and into a souped-up place like this.”
Kass’s hand lingers on Fia’s arm a moment longer. “You should. I hear your roommate is a real pain in the ass.”
I roll my eyes as Fia and Kass laugh at my expense.
“Yeah, she’s a real bitch sometimes.” Fia leans her shoulder into Kass, and he puts his arm around her.
He leans in, pretending to whisper to her, but we all know I can still hear him. “And she snores.”
“I do not!” I step forward and shove Kass’s shoulder, hard enough to make him lose his grip on Fia.
“Just teasing.” His hands land on my shoulders, and he starts massaging them. As if that will make up for his rude jokes. He leans into me. “It’s more of a light purr.”
I shove him away from me. “See, this is why I don’t do sleepovers!”
“You want me to take your stuff back then?” Fia holds up the bag she brought me.
After Kass made breakfast, he insisted on feeding me, since he refused to untie me. He was definitely just trying to test me to see how much power I’d let him have over me.
After he finished feeding me breakfast, he fucked me while I was still tied up. It was then that I decided I wanted to take him up on his offer and stay another night. I’d be an idiot to pass up the opportunity to get dicked down by a man who knows how to work my body so well.
He eventually untied me, and I was able to check my phone. Fia had texted me saying she was on her way over with a bag of overnight stuff for me. When I questioned Kass, he told me that he had texted her. Fucker. That was before I had agreed to stay.
“No.” I snatch the bag from her and go to Kass’s bathroom to brush my teeth and put on some clean clothes.
Fia follows me to the bathroom, leaving Kass alone in the living room.
“So, what the fuck is going on? I just got a text from Kass saying that you needed me to bring over some stuff. When I asked why he was texting me instead of you, he said you were tied up.”
“I was.”
“Tied to what?”
“A chair.”
“Okay, you’re going to need to give me more details than that.”
I shut the door behind us and start rummaging through the bag for my toothbrush. I recount the events of last night and this morning, and she can barely contain herself.
“B. You’re in so much trouble.”
“Shut up.”
“Seriously, if it were anyone else, you would have just left when you started getting tired, or you would have gotten yourself out of those knots just to prove a point.”
“So.” I use my toothbrush in my mouth as an excuse not to say anything else.
“You’re so fucking dense sometimes, you know that?”
“Mhm,” I mumble around my toothbrush.
“Alright, I’ll drop it.”
I spit and rinse out my mouth, still not giving her anything.
“Can you at least promise me that you’re not going to break this poor guy's heart?”
“I think it’s a little too late for that.”
We look at each other in the mirror with straight faces until one of us cracks, and then we both start laughing.
“What the fuck am I doing, Fia?”
“I don’t know, girl, but I’m dying to see how this all plays out.” She pats me on the back and turns toward the door. “I’m gonna head back out there so he doesn’t think we’re fucking in here without him.”
When I return, I find that Fia’s still here.
Now, a normal person would be mad or jealous, but I’m actually comforted by her presence.
It makes this seem more chill and relaxed, not so serious.
It helps distract me from the fact that I’m doing a thing I swore I’d never do, and I’m doing it two nights in a row.
The two of them are snuggled up on the couch watching a show.
Without saying a word, I walk over to them and plop myself down across both their laps.
I grab a throw pillow off the floor and put it under my head with my arms wrapped around it.
Fia, whose lap my chest is resting on, starts playing with my hair and scratching my head.
The feeling makes my skin pebble, and I’m about ready to melt into this couch.
Kass has a lovely view of my ass, and I can almost guarantee he’s checking it out right now in my cotton shorts that barely cover my cheeks. His hand starts to explore the back of my thigh, finally resting just below my ass. This thumb strokes lazily across my bare skin.
If there’s a heaven, this is it.