Chapter 29
HENRY
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t half hard the rest of the night, but I’ve had a smile on my face the whole time knowing I finally got to kiss the girl I’ve been fantasizing about for what feels like my whole life.
Miles left a few hours ago with a smile on his face letting me know he had a good time. I told him I was going to stay a bit longer and would find a way home later—ignoring the fact that I was staying and my ride home would most likely be Maisie in the morning.
Maisie sat back on my lap as the last few of us circled around the fire pit talking and telling stories.
I’d love to stay sitting here with her all night, letting everyone know I’ve staked my claim—but, when a yawn comes from her and her head nuzzles into the crook of my neck, I know that I should take her to bed.
“I think I’m gonna call it a night and make sure this one gets her beauty sleep.” I stand up, lifting Maisie into my arms. “Thank you all for inviting me.”
“Make sure she takes some Ibuprofen so she doesn’t wake up with a raging headache,” Wren says.
“Of course.” I nod. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“Mmm,” Maisie mumbles. “No we wouldn’t.”
I let out a chuckle and I take us back to her house. “Let’s go get you to bed, Sleeping Beauty.”
“You smell really good.” She inhales and kisses my neck, taking everything in me not to do things to her I shouldn’t do. “I’m happy you’re not my friend anymore.”
I know she’s half awake and has alcohol in her system, but I will never forget the words she said.
I’m happy you’re not my friend anymore.
“Oh, Maisie. What am I going to do with you?” I smile down at her.
“You can do anything you want with me.” More kisses make their way up my neck and I let out a groan as I open her front door.
When we get inside, I set her on her kitchen counter. “Give me your legs, let’s get these boots off.”
She hands me one leg at a time and I slowly take off each boot, feeling the soft skin of her legs as I do. Her skin is so smooth and delicate, like cotton candy. I want to take a bite.
Her eyes stay on me the whole time. I can tell she enjoys me taking care of her almost as much as I enjoy taking care of her.
I take each boot and go set them by the front door with the rest of her shoes—and mine. I feel her gaze on me the whole time. When I turn around, she’s still sitting on the counter, her legs dangling free.
If this were any other day and we hadn’t been drinking, I’d be on my knees in front of her begging to get just a glimpse of what’s under that skirt.
“Back in my arms,” I demand when I stand in front of her. She stretches out her arms and I pick her up, positioning herself just like before. “Where can I find you some pajamas?” I ask as I make my way to her bedroom door, bumping it open with my hip.
“I want to sleep in your sweatshirt. Can I?”
She’s going to kill me.
“You can have it, it looks better on you anyway.” I set her down and walk toward her dresser. “Shorts or sweats? Which drawer?”
“Shorts, middle drawer.” She’s leaning back on her elbows, legs hanging off her bed, watching me with lust in her eyes. “I like you taking care of me.”
Finding a pair of shorts, I walk back over to her. “Lift your hips and let’s get that skirt off, it’s been killing me all night long.”
Doing as I ask, her hips rise. “I wore it because I knew you were coming.”
“Evil girl.” I smirk as I start unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt.
I take a deep breath as I pull it down her hips, anticipating the fabric that lays where I want to devour her.
“This feels like foreplay,” she says breathlessly, “it’s fun watching you.”
“I’ve dreamt about you, you know.” I pull the skirt past her hips and am greeted with red lace. “About how your skin would feel, about what you’d be wearing under here.” My eyes flicker between hers and her pussy that’s so close yet so far away.
She’s looking down at me, a glint of lust in her eyes. “I wore them for you.”
I feel myself hardening under my jeans again.
Knowing I won’t be able to relieve myself until tomorrow is going to be painful.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
With her skirt being fully off, I take in her bare legs, so buttery soft and creamy. Leaning down, I take her leg, kissing the inside of her thigh and take a deep inhale of the scent that lays above.
I would do anything to rip the fabric right off her, indulging myself in her pussy. But that’ll have to wait for another day because right now, I need to be a good boy and get her into her pajamas.
“Sorry,” I say, shaking my head out of the trance I was in between her legs.
Grabbing her hand, I lift her up to stand. I help her get each leg into the holes of the shorts, staring at her from my knees. What a sight to see.
“I think I like you on your knees, Henry.”
“I think I like being on my knees for you, Maisie.”
She grabs my hands and pulls me up, and now I’m towering over her, another favorite view of mine.
“This sweatshirt really does look better on you,” I say as I toy with the drawstrings.
“It does, doesn’t it?” she teases as she watches my playing hands.
I throw my head back in laughter. “We need to get you to sleep.”
“You’re still staying… right?” The look on her face is one I could never say no to.
“I’ll only leave if you ask me to.” I cup her face with my hands and watch her eyes move back and forth, watching mine. “I promise.”
We fall into bed and it feels like we’ve done this a million times with the way she folds into me, my arms wrapping around her.
Her head lays on my chest and I want to stay in this heaven forever.
As I fall asleep next to her, I can’t help but think that existing in the same lifetime as her is one of the greatest gifts I could’ve ever been given.