Page 51 of Spin The Bottle
She nods, throwing my jeans onto the bed. “Get rid of the condom before it spills,” she says.
“Or you could just lick it off me.” Her chest rises, her lips parting a little. I’d love to see that. Her on her knees taking all of me inside her pretty pink lips. When her cheeks flush and she turns around, I can’t help but grin, resting my hands behind my head and stretching my legs out. “Jeez,” I groan when my feet hang off the edge. “Your bed is tiny.”
She looks at me behind her shoulder. “Good thing you’re not staying.”
I let out a laugh, running my hand over my face. “Jesus. Give a guy a minute to breathe before you kick him out.”
“Noted,” she says. “I’ll keep that in mind when the next guy shows up.” She smirks at me, but I don’t like the words coming out of her mouth, joke or not. I glare at her, and she presses her lips together, trying to hide the huge grin on her face. “Kidding.”
She throws my t-shirt onto the bed, and I take the hint, getting up and throw out the condom. I grab my pants from the bed and pull them back on. I want to let it go, but my mind won’t let me, so I just come out and say it. “Are you?”
She turns around, brows furrowed. “Am I what?”
“Kidding,” I explain. “About another guy showing up.”
She lets out an exhale. “Yes.”
“How about tomorrow? Or the day after that, or any other day?” I ask her, throwing my t-shirt on. “Are you seeing anyone else?”
“What are you asking me, Aiden?”
She knows exactly what I’m asking her, but I play coy. “I was just wondering.”
Her brows raise. “I didn’t say anything about your big-breasted friend earlier.”
The way she puts it has me pressing my lips together in amusement. “That’s different. I don’t even know her name.”
“I’m sure that hasn’t stopped you before,” she retorts with a roll of her eyes.
“Did you?” I ask her, anticipating her response. “Want to say anything about mybig-breasted friend,as you so eloquently put it?”
Her brows raise. “We said we would put no pressure on this.”
“There isn’t.”
“We said this wasn’t a relationship.”
“It’s not.” I shrug. “Doesn’t mean I like the idea of another guy’s hands on you.” Frankly, it makes me feel angry as hell, even though I know I don’t have any right. We have nothing but a strictly physical relationship; it’s what I signed up for.
“You’re acting possessive,” she says, pulling her long hair into a bun. “This isn’t what fuck buddies do.”
My nose scrunches, disgust on my face. “I don’t like that term.”
“Then what would you prefer?” she asks, planting her hands on her hips. “Friends with benefits?” My eyes darken as I look down at her. I shouldn’t hate those words. That’s what we are, technically, but I don’t want to just be another friend to her. The idea is laughable really.
I approach her, grabbing a handful of her ass and pull her into me, letting her feel the affect she has on my body, how much I want her. “Do your friends know what you sound like when you come?”
She swallows, her lips parting slightly and then shakes her head.
“Then I think we’ve established where we stand.”
Those pretty green eyes roll and she lets out a sigh. “We haven’t established anything other than the fact that you’re stubborn.”
I laugh. “When it comes to you?” I say, leaning down until I brush my lips against hers. “Always.”
She pushes me back on a hum. “You seriously need to go. The girls are coming over soon.”
I smooth my hands down her arms, kissing her cheek, and then her other cheek, trailing closer and closer to her mouth. Her breathing picks up, the slight rise and fall of her chest bringing a low chuckle out of me. I look into her eyes when I lean in, mere inches from her lips, but before she can lean in and kiss me, I pull back, admiring how flustered she is. “See you later,” I whisper, “friend.”
