Page 20 of Deal Takers

What’s a guy supposed to do when he can’t get a sexy, smart, amazing woman off his mind? Well, in this case,this guyhas been reduced to whacking off. Twice. While my dick is somewhat appeased, my head is not. I’ve never been so happy, yet so frustrated, in my life.

Fuck.

I throw the covers off and pull on a pair of flannel pajama pants with a hoodie. Staying in bed isn’t getting me anywhere, so I might as well raid the fridge for leftovers. As I pad quietly to the kitchen, a blue glow from the living area catches my eye. I walk over to investigate and freeze when I see Rainey on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be that blanket.

She startles as she notices me. “Oh. Hey, Brody.”

“Hey. Couldn’t sleep?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I thought watching a movie would help me zone out.”

I glance at the screen and see some old guy standing next to a DeLorean. “What are you watching?”

Her eyes widen. “Is that a serious question?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Youreallydon’t know?”

I think about it for a minute. “Is this that movie where the guy goes back in time and meets his parents?”

“It’ssomuch more than that,” she insists.

“Okay, so I’ve heard of it. Does that count?”

Rainey shifts her body and pats one of the cushions. “Get your ass over here right now!”

“What?” I laugh.

“Sit. We’re rectifying this immediately.”

“Are you sure you’re not sleepwalking?” I ask. “You’re not making any sense, princess.”

She stands up with a huff and places her hands on her hips.

Ho-ly. Fuck.

Have I mentioned how fantastic Rainey’s tits are lately? Well, said tits are currently going commando under a tiny white tank top. Fuck fantastic—they’reglorious. They’re so full and round and perky. I want to motorboat those babies until I suffocate…suck on them until I leave marks all over her creamy flesh…slide my dick between them until she’s wearing the prettiest pearl necklace you’ve ever seen.

That last one was a little too far, wasn’t it?

But I digress.

Seriously though, I’d compose an entire symphony on their behalf. You know, if I had things like musical talent and stuff.

“Brody! Eyes up here!”

I shake out of my stupor and smirk. “Sorry, not sorry.”

“Can you be an actual grown-up for one minute?” she growls.

“In my defense, they’re staring right at me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Sit down, you ass.”

I plop my butt on the couch and smile. Bossy Rainey ishot.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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