Page 69 of A Real Goode Time

I forced my eyes open, and saw a world blurred and distorted by a snarl of black strands.

Hair?

Something—someonewas on my chest. So, so disoriented. More than half asleep.

Not ready to wake up.

A vague awareness filtered into my brain—I was in a hotel, and it was Torie sleeping on me, splayed entirely across me, her face on my chest, one hand on my stomach, and one leg tossed over mine. My dick hurt because it was morning wood hard, meaning so hard it ached painfully, and I had to pee. Which was always a tricky combination.

And I was pinned under Torie.

But my bladder felt like it was bulging against my insides, pounding with the need to pee.

Reluctantly, I wiggled out from under Torie, who murmured a small soft whimper of protest as I left the bed. Stumbling, eyes not quite all the way open, I made it to the bathroom and tried to figure out how the hell to pee with a monster erection. I was way too sleepy to do the trigonometry of arcing it while standing up, so I just sat down and bent way, way forward. Pressed my fat, throbbing dick down and cut loose.

I must have peed for, god, at least a full minute.

When I was finally done, my bladder sighed in relief, but my cock was still standing up like a flagpole.

This erection was not going away anytime soon, dammit.

I slid back into bed, for the first time in memory not even caring what time it was—I had nowhere to be, nothing to do, and it was the greatest feeling in the world.

Especially because, as I slid into bed, Torie peered at me through one slitted eyelid, and wriggled toward me, clawed at me clumsily, and tucked herself against me. She rested her head back on my chest, in the crook of my arm, and mewled like a contented kitten.

I wasn’t sure whether to melt from pure overwhelmed heart-blossom joy, be scared of how right and natural this felt, or just relax and enjoy it for what it was.

She wiggled again, as if trying to get closer.

She threw a leg over mine, and I felt the scratch of her trimmed pubic hair against my leg, the silk of her inner thigh on mine. Her breast pressed against my ribcage.

She fell back asleep.

I, as sleepy as I was, couldn’t quite fall back asleep right away—I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. One arm was naturally curled against her hip, cupping the indent where her hipbone and pubic bone met, a delicate, porcelain patch of skin that my fingers just wanted to trace and caress as I drowsed. My other hand rested on her knee, near her thigh.

None of this was helping my erection.

Yet, eventually, despite the unfamiliar yet perfect feel of Torie wrapped around me, I did fall asleep again.

The next timeI woke up, I came fully awake as I normally did. Torie was still draped over me, but even without looking at her, and with my eyes still closed, I knew she was awake.

I blinked my eyes open, and there she was. Her light brown eyes gazing at me. One hand on my chest, her chin on my shoulder.

“Hi,” she whispered.

I smiled. “Hey.”

A blush crept over her cheeks. “I fell asleep naked.”

“Yes, you did.” I let my hand explore the warm curve of her buttock, and I cupped it. “And I am certainly not complaining—atall.”

Her eyes closed, and I was pretty sure she was relishing the way my hand felt, caressing her. “I’ve…never slept in the same bed as anyone before. I mean, not a male. I have with Jillie and Leighton plenty of times, but they’re my girls, and it’s not a weird or sexual thing, obviously, we’re just comfortable with each other. And I’ve certainly never slept naked with anyone.”

“Would you believe I’ve never slept naked with anyone?”

“But you have slept, like actual sleep-slept—with a woman?”

I swallowed. “A little early for probing questions, isn’t it?”