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“That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
“Compliment or not, it was a night I’ll never forget.”
I sat back, completely amazed by everything he just told me. “How is it possible I didn’t hear you during any of this?”
“Because she fucking threatened to whip me if I made any noise. And she did. I have the marks on my ass to prove it.”
I winced, thinking about a woman doing that to me. It definitely wasn’t something I wanted to experience, even with someone like Laura.
Speaking of Laura…I heard her footsteps on the stairs first. I drew in a deep breath and blocked the images floating through my head, knowing what I heard her doing but unable to live out my own fantasies that accompanied those noises. But the moment I saw her, I knew I would never be able to get those enticing moans out of my head. And there she stood on the stairs, blushing as she looked down at me in only my t-shirt. Why the fuck didn’t she put on pants? I couldn’t handle her walking around with those beautiful fucking legs flashing skin at me every second of the fucking day.
“Good morning!” she said brightly, bouncing down the rest of the stairs with her tits in all their perky glory swaying with every step.
“Morning,” I grumbled into my coffee.
“How did you sleep?” Brock asked, winking at me as he hid behind his mug.
“Oh, just great,” she beamed as she searched the cabinets until she came across the one with the mugs. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she reached up to grab one and the t-shirt skimmed the bottom of her ass.
Her very bare ass.
I choked on my coffee, then on my spit when I tried to suck in air. Oh God, I was dying. I stood, stumbling around the table as it got worse with every step.
“You okay, man?” Brock laughed.
But Laura, she didn’t stand by and laugh at me. No, she ran up behind me and pressed her chest to my back, expertly wrapped her arms around me as she performed the Heimlich Maneuver on me.
And that only made it worse. Her breasts pressed against my back, and I could feel those pointy nipples teasing me, laughing at how I would never get to feel them between my fingers or in my mouth.
I sucked in a breath, waving my hand, hoping she would stop molesting me from behind, even though I would love for her to continue. She stepped back, watching me with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Totally,” I croaked out. “It…went down the wrong pipe.”
“Oh. Oops,” she winced. “Guess you didn’t need me to attack you from behind.”
I gave her a thumbs up, afraid that if I spoke, I might accidentally ask her to do it to me more often. I pulled out my chair, scowling at Brock as I sat back down. How the hell was I supposed to get through this day? I needed to leave. Yes, I had to go.
I stood and stumbled over my chair, cursing myself for being such a damn fool around this woman. “I have to go. Work and—” I cleared my throat, still feeling like I had a wood chunk in my throat. “Anyway, see you later. Hopefully with clothes on.” Brock shot me a weird look. “I mean, hopefully, you’ll get some clothes today. With the girls. I’ll mention it to them. That you need to shop. For…bras and shit. Clothes.” I pinched my lips together with a nod, then turned on my heel, figuring it would be best if I just left.
I climbed over the couch that still resided in our doorway, narrowly avoiding breaking my neck when my foot got caught on the cushion, and then walked out the door as smoothly as possible. The sooner I talked to the women about taking her shopping, the better it would be.
For her and my cock.
12
LAURA
Lee didn’t come downstairsuntil well after Brock left. I was glad for the silence and the opportunity to gather my thoughts. I was freaking out inside. Could it be any more obvious that Dash wasn’t into me?
I scoffed, stealing a cookie from the measly contents of his pantry. You’d think I had a communicable disease with the way he ran out of here. And that whole thing about getting me clothes was so obvious.
“It’s about time you woke up,” I said, pissed at Lee for leaving me alone this morning.
“If only I hadn’t woken up,” she said in her usual melodramatic tone.
“I know,” I huffed. “The sweet bliss of release.”