Page 81 of Between Regrets and Promises (Between Us Trilogy #2)
She walks around me, and I watch as she pulls back the sheets, then lies down on the bed, batting her lashes at me.
When I move closer toward her, she crawls under the blankets and curls her finger at me to join her.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, knowing this is not her right now.
As if she sees my hesitation, she goes a step further and takes off her bra, then dangles it outside the covers with a sultry grin, teasing the shit out of me.
I close my eyes tight and tell myself to get the fuck out of there.
I’d never take advantage of her after she’s been drinking, but she’s seriously testing me right now.
“Coming in?” she asks.
“No.”
She pouts out her lower lip, giving me her best sad eyes. “Why? Are you out of condoms?” She asks the question so innocently, I bark out a laugh that’s mostly strained with a fuck my life groan as I pinch the back of my neck. “I can’t, Soph. You’ve been drinking.”
The words nearly cause me physical pain because if she weren’t drunk, she wouldn’t have to ask twice.
“Will you at least hold me then?”
Sucking in a breath, I nod, and she scoots over for me to climb in behind her.
She presses her ass against my erection that obviously has no shame or willpower.
Her breath hitches when I nuzzle my nose and lips against the softness of her neck.
She reaches for my hand and interlocks her fingers with mine, then rests it against her stomach, which is way too close to both her pussy and bare tits.
Forcing myself to close my eyes, I take in this moment, the way she smells and how she feels, until we both fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake up in a stupor, not knowing where I am until I realize Sophie is still in my arms. I’m relieved it wasn’t a dream, and she really asked me in here because too many times I’ve woken up disappointed.
In my sleepy haze, I somehow find the strength to slip out of her bed without startling her.
The first thing I do is go upstairs and take a cold shower because goddamn, just thinking about her body against mine is making me hard all over again.
As I stand in the shower, my dick nearly breaks off when I grab it and squeeze it tight.
Placing my hand against the wall, I roughly stroke myself to thoughts of her.
I think about all the dirty fucking things I want to do to her, kissing her from head to toe, then making love to her until her body convulses.
Remembering the night in the bar bathroom and the softness of her moans as she comes makes me see white.
Grunts escape me as the orgasm takes over.
My heart races, and I breathe erratically as I try to calm down, but that’s not going to happen until I can have her again. And again and again.
After my shower, I go to my bedroom and slip on some jogging pants. Considering eating together in the mornings is our tradition, I make breakfast for us, but this morning, she’s getting French toast because after drinking a bottle of wine, she’s going to need something heavier in her stomach.
I start the coffee, then pull out the ingredients. Just as I place the bread inside the egg wash, footsteps shuffle behind me.
When I glance over my shoulder, I hold back a smirk at how rough she looks. At least she put her clothes on.
“Oh my God, I think I’m dead.” She takes a seat at the table and puts her head down but faces me. “Just kill me now and put me out of my misery please.”
I set a cup of coffee and the bottle of creamer in front of her.
“Liam will get you in trouble every single time . Remember that for next time.” I grin, then move back to the stove and continue cooking.
As the bread sizzles, I grab my coffee and sip it as she puts her hands over her face.
She’s a hungover mess, and I can’t stop chuckling.
“Also, please tell me I didn’t come on to you,” she says, then narrows her eyes when I smirk. “Please tell me that’s not why I woke up almost completely naked.”
I burst into laughter. “Oh yeah, about that.”
Dread covers her face, and her cheeks turn pink, which I find adorable. Even after everything we’ve been through, she still blushes around me.
“Wow. I suck.” She smacks herself on the forehead. “You’re a saint. That’s all I have to say.”
“I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again…” I remind her, repeating my words from the night we met, “I’m no saint.”
She bites down on her lip again, and it drives me crazy as hell. By the look on her face, she’s also reliving the moment. I place the French toast on a plate and grab the syrup, then set it in front of her.
Leaning down, I rest one hand on the table and one behind her on the chair as I lower my voice and whisper in her ear, “The next time you beg me to fuck you, I won’t say no. So you better mean it and be sober because my restraint is hanging by a thread.”
Her breath hitches, and before she can respond, we’re being startled by Maddie waltzing into the kitchen like she owns the damn place.
“Oh my God.” She freezes in her tracks. “Did you two finally have sex again?” Maddie looks back and forth between us.
“No,” we say in unison, and she snickers at our deer in the headlights expressions. I pull myself away and back to my chair since Maddie’s ruined our moment.
“Are you sure?” She narrows her eyes.
“Shut up!” Sophie snaps, looking embarrassed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
Maddie shrugs, ignoring the question, and pours herself a cup of orange juice.
Sitting next to her sister, she steals some of Sophie’s food off her plate.
“So, how was last night? I got your stupid drunk texts this morning, and I’m pissed you didn’t come pick me up when you knew you’d be going out with Liam. Seriously, you’re a cock block.”
I snort.
“Funny, he calls you the same thing,” Sophie retorts, which causes Maddie to scoff dramatically.
“Ironic, considering he’s the one who runs away every time I’m around,” she says around a mouthful.
When she flips her hair, I look at her butterfly tattoo on her wrist. It’s sweet and dainty, a contradiction to her strong and fierce personality.
Knowing their parents’ strict religious values, I’m surprised she has one, but then again, she’s known to rebel against rules.
It’s a wonder why Liam hasn’t taken up her million offers, but I have a feeling it has more to do with his own fears about relationships than the fact she’s in our inner circle.
“Maybe after a bottle or two of wine, he would’ve been more than ready to take my virginity, if I don’t sell it to a guy for a hundred thousand. Do you have any idea what I could buy with that money? I mean, it’s only one time, and he’d probably finish in less than five minutes. I?—”
“Maddie,” Sophie groans, drawing out her name. “Shut your French toast trap. My head is killing me, and you’re talking way too much.”
“What’re you doing here?” I interrupt and ask her.
“Well, after I got your messages, I was worried, so I scheduled an Uber.” She shifts her eyes between us again. “You both look guilty.”
Sophie focuses on her food, and Maddie turns toward me. “You might not have had sex, but you almost did.” She wrinkles her nose and leans into me. “I can sense it.”
“Oh my God. You’re a weirdo,” Sophie quips.
“What’re you, a psychic or something?” I retort, finishing the last of my food, then placing my plate in the sink.
Maddie giggles because she knows she’s right. “No, but the sexual tension is?—”
Liam walks in the kitchen and stops when he sees her. “What’re you doing here?”
“So what were you saying about sexual tension?” Sophie taunts, glancing at Liam who’s walking around in his boxer briefs, again .
Maddie’s eyes widen as she looks him up and down, focusing heavily on his ass, and you’d think he’s naked by how she’s gawking. “I think I just died and went to virgin heaven,” she whispers to Sophie, but we all hear it.
“What’s she doing here?” Liam asks, grabbing himself a cup of coffee. He’s loud enough for Maddie to overhear.
Sophie and I shrug.
“Why do I feel very unwelcome here?” Maddie asks after she’s asked for the third time why she’s here so damn early.
I walk out of the kitchen, and Sophie follows me, leaving Maddie in the kitchen with Liam.
She talks a million miles per hour again about how he should’ve picked her up regardless of the fact she’s underage because she’s great company.
Liam groans, and I only feel a little bad for leaving him with her.
When Sophie lies on the sofa, I quickly run upstairs and grab some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and then grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
Maddie’s in tight booty shorts and a crop top, and although Liam’s trying to ignore her, he’s failing miserably. I walk out of the kitchen and hand Sophie the meds and water.
“You’re always saving me,” she murmurs before swallowing them down.
“And I always will.” I wink.
At that moment, every sound disappears, and it’s just her and me like old times. The only thing that brings me back to reality is Liam.
“I’m not babysitting today!” he shouts from the kitchen. Maddie’s still talking, not taking the blatant hint from Liam, and all we can do is laugh. At least she’s determined.