Chapter 20
Bex walks out of the back hallway and into the living room, a layer of purple goop covering her face.
She hasn’t noticed me yet. I watch her dance to whatever music is playing in her headphones before I get up and tap her on the shoulder.
“What the fuuu—” she shouts, grabbing her face Home Alone style before realizing that the goop is still all over her face. “Ugh! What the hell, Anders! You scared the shit out of me!”
She’s really fucking cute when she’s angry.
Bex is really fucking cute when she’s angry. Does that make me a sadist? Jury’s still out on that one.
Also, how Bex is angry at me after a mindblowing orgasm makes no sense, but here we are.
“Anders!” she whines. “I want to have sex with you!” I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.
“Stop smiling! I’m serious!” Okay so the hand apparently didn’t hide my smile.
“We did have sex, Bex. Just because it’s not penetrative doesn’t mean it’s not sex—I expected better from you than that heteronormative mindset,” I tease.
Her deadpan look has me holding back another grin. “While I appreciate the fact that you just rocked my world using only a vibrator, I am now two orgasms into this relationship and you’re still sitting at zero.”
This time I can’t hold the laugh back. I lean in and press a kiss to the tip of her nose while she continues to scowl at me. “I’m not just here to get my dick wet, babe.”
“Ugh! You’re infuriating!” She falls back on the bed, folding her arms over her eyes for dramatic effect. Her full tits look perfect like that, and although I stand by what I said, I’m really wishing I could flip her over and have my way with her.
But she’s not ready. We’re not ready. As much as she is sticking to this friends with benefits thing, I know that we are inevitable. And I refuse to rush us.
“Come on, drama queen. I think maybe I’m too good of a teacher because that was a great performance.” I drag her up until she’s sitting in my lap. “I’m staying the night tonight, so let’s get ready for bed and maybe watch a movie.”
That get’s her attention. “How the hell are you staying the night? Won’t Gabe notice when you aren’t home in the morning?”
“Maybe, but probably not. He’s never been the most perceptive. And also, that’s a risk I’m willing to take in order to spend some extra time with my girl.”
“Your girl, huh? I don’t think you get to make that claim yet.” Her scowl is more playful now, but I’m stuck on the word yet. It’s just one more confirmation that I’m right about us not having sex tonight.
“Fine, Baby Bardot. I’ll keep working to earn that right. Now let’s get ready for bed.”
She begrudgingly gets up and pulls on an oversized T-shirt that says “Feelin’ Moody” with a little cow on it and some flower print underwear. “What are you going to wear?”
“I usually sleep naked.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
“Oh my God. Of course you do, because this is one giant test of my sanity.” She turns and walks out of the room.
“Wait! I’m kidding. I’ll sleep in my boxers!” I call, following her into the bathroom.
“Relax, killer, I’m just washing my face.”
“Two things. Will I ever get a different nickname? And holy shit, how many things do you need to wash your face?”
“One: probably not. Two: I like a good skincare routine—sue me!”
“A whole routine? What the fuck does that even mean?” I reach over and grab a light pink bottle, pushing on the top so a small dollop of cream looking stuff comes out. I go to wipe it on my face, but Bex’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist before I make it that far.
“You’re doing it wrong. If you are going to use my expensive skincare, at least do it right.”
I put my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine! Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”
“Well that”—she points to my hand—“is daytime moisturizer that you just wasted so rinse it off and we’ll get started.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a wink. She mutters something that sounds like “infuriating,” which only makes me laugh.
We go through what ends up being a five step skincare routine, ending with a night moisturizer and some sort of oil because Bex says we need to look like a glazed donut. Her logic makes no sense, but I don’t question it.
“Hey, Bex?” I ask. “Have you ever noticed that all of these products just look like jizz?”
She pauses with her hand halfway to her face. “I will never be able to look at any of this stuff the same way again.”
There’s amusement in her eyes when she turns to me, and I can already tell I’m not going to like what she says. “You know, I could have ended the night with actual jizz on my face.”
Well, fuck. This girl is wearing me down faster than I anticipated. My knees literally buckle and I end up on them in front of her. I bury my face in her stomach and her hands immediately come to tangle in my hair. “I’ve seen the error of my ways. You’re a temptress. Take me to bed and have your way with me!”
“Get up you crazy man!” she demands on a chuckle with a light tug at my hair.
I stand and bend down to kiss her again—I can’t seem to keep my mouth away from hers. My lips move all over her face and down her neck, peppering her with sloppy marks of affection.
“Ah, ah, ah! You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Literally.” My head falls to the crook of her neck, and I get one last taste of her.
“Okay, let’s go. I saw a bookshelf in your room and you never gave me that book recommendation I asked for.” I drag my face away from her neck and pull her back to the bedroom.
“You are not reading one of my books.”
“Whatever you say,” I mutter as I walk over to her shelf. “Let’s see…” My fingers trail across several spines, taunting her. “Wow, Bex there are a lot of shirtless men in here. Is this one about hockey players? Why are there three guys on the front—is this a throuple situation?!”
Her face is flushed when I look back at her. She snatches the book out of my hand and puts it back on the shelf. I don’t let that deter me, though. I reach around her and grab a blue cover that catches my eye. There’s a large blue alien on the front with a human woman standing in front of him, clutching his chest.
“I think I’ll try this one,” I muse, walking over to the bed and casually plopping down. Bex reluctantly sits down next to me, and I pull her close so she’s tucked under my arm.
“You are ridiculous, did you know that?” she asks.
“Yes, I did know that. And there’s nothing more fun to me than being ridiculous with you, so thanks for indulging me.” I set my new book on the nightstand and place a kiss on Bex’s forehead. “Are you in the mood for a movie or is it time to go to sleep?”
She covers her mouth as a massive yawn breaks through. When she rolls over to grab her laptop, I get the perfect view of ass cheek. Groaning, I pull her shirt down, trying to maintain my self-control. She giggles, which turns into another yawn, before saying, “I can watch a movie.”
“Mhmm. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Bex sets her laptop up and begins streaming She’s The Man without even asking what I wanted to watch. Smiling, I pull her into me so we can spoon while watching the movie.
“Calm your dick down, Anders,” she says as her body shakes with laughter.
I grind into her, turning her laugh into a moan. “Watch the movie, Baby Bardot,” I scold.
She turns her face toward me and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “Sorry.” But she doesn’t look sorry. She looks extremely pleased with herself.
I playfully roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.”
She turns back to the laptop and within five minutes, her breathing has evened out and she’s fast asleep. I reach over her and shut the laptop. It’ll be a while before sleep takes me, but I want to just enjoy her, the feel of her body, and the sleepy sounds she makes.
I’m in deep with this woman and I don’t mind it one bit.