Page 15 of He's Mine

I try to sit up but can’t quite make it because Whit is wrapped around my lower body, his head lying on my lower stomach…or the top part of my mound.

“Oh shit!” I try to wiggle out from under him but all it does is make him hold on to me even tighter. “Oh God!”

I’m not getting out of this without waking him up. And this time is going to be even worse than before.

“Whit,” I say it so softly I am aware he can’t possibly hear me. “Whit!”

This time it’s a little louder. Then I resort to shaking him while saying it.

“Whit, damn it. Please wake up!”

He mumbles something I can’t make out and rubs his face against me. And it’s then I realize something even more alarming than waking up with Whit wrapped around me. Waking up with Whit wrapped around me while I’m bare. I can tell I’m not wearing panties because I can feel his early morning scruff against my sensitive skin. Skin that has never been touched like it’s being touched now. A shiver works its way down my body as I become aware of the huff of his breath against me.

“Whit…please.” I fight back the rising panic I feel at not having panties on with a man on top of me. “Whit…wake up for the love of God! Please…wake up.”

He wakes up finally but instead of backing off me, he snuggles into me and holds me tighter. It’s like he has no plans of ever letting me go.

“Whit please.”

“I like when you beg for me, baby.”

Oh God, he thinks I’m someone else. Someone who is apparently alright with waking up like this. And why does the thought of that kind of break my heart and turn my stomach? I realize he isn’t a freaking monk and rationally he’s had to have sex before -hell he could have spent the week with a woman instead of Spade for all I know. But I still don’t want any of the details and I definitely don’t want him to confuse me with her.

I slap him on the shoulder, losing my balance and ending on my back, “Whit!”

His eyes finally spring open and his head pops up and he’s staring at me just as confused as I am about what is going on and how we ended up like this.

“Oh God! Did…did we...?” I can’t even finish the question as the thought makes me more and more worried and upset.

He doesn’t answer me and I’m not sure if he even understands what I am asking him. So, I try again. “I’m not… we didn’t…did we?” I can’t keep lying here with his eyes boring into me. “Oh God.”

I scoot away from him and start grabbing anything close by that I can use to wrap around myself. My hands land on something soft and snowy white and I start trying to figure out how to use it to hide in. It’s not just my panties that are missing. The only thing I have on is a strapless bra that isn’t holding anything in. I fumble for the buttons until I have them all done up.

He’s finally sitting up, holding his head in his hands like he might be trying to fight being sick just like I had to when I first woke up. Or maybe he’s upset I’M the person he woke up with. Maybe he thought I was his other person and now he’s trying to wrestle with guilt and shame and sorry that I was the one under him.

When he looks up at me I fight the urge to throw up. What if we did do something and I’m the reason he and his girl break up? What if we did do something period? That means…I’ll never remember my first time. Just the thought has me doubling over and whimpering.

“Let’s just…let’s just stay calm and try to focus. What do you remember?”

“I…I don’t…I don’t remember anything, Whit. I can’t remember. We…all I know for sure is that I’m not wearing panties and um, you…your pants aren’t buttoned, they’re not closed, Whit.”

Oh my God, I think we did exactly what I thought we had done when I first woke up. I think me and Whit…had sex last night! And neither of us remember it.

Chapter Fourteen

Whit

The first thing I hear when I wake up is her pleading with me. And my dick swells to massive proportions. It’s not just her voice though. It’s this delicious scent that seems to be all around me. I can’t stop myself from snuggling into the place where the amazing scent is strongest. And I rub myself up against the softest skin I have ever felt. I’m already halfway to coming when rational thought hits me.

My head pops up only to meet stormy hazel amber fire that is drenched in worry. It’s the worry that has me trying to remember harder. Things start creeping into my consciousness like bullets being shot from a machine gun. I become aware of just exactly what the delicious smell is.

It’s Kat. I had my head up against Kat’s soft…pussy. The scent that is driving me nuts is Kat’s…little pussy.

As soon as I release her from some of my weight, she is wiggling away from me and reaching for something to cover herself with. She finds my dress shirt from yesterday and starts buttoning it up on her. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and hold my head in my hands. It’s the only way I can keep from reaching out and pulling her back down in this bed and spending the rest of the day breathing in the sweet scent of her little kitty.

“Let’s just keep calm and try to stay focused. What do you remember?”

I have to choke back the sweetheart I want to add to the end of it. I don’t think now is the time.

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