Page 85 of Playing Dirty
He lets out a soft sigh, almost as if he thought I’d say no, and I reach up to smooth away the worry lines creasing his forehead.
He’s become so much easier to read over the passing weeks, and part of me wonders how I ever looked at him and didn’t know exactly what’s happening behind those green eyes. Those thoughts are so easily bared now, and honestly, I don’t think he even realizes it.
There’s so much of himself he’s giving away, allowing me to learn during these small, seemingly meaningless moments together; ones crafted in a pocket of space where the outside world fades away, and he’s not a Timberwolf or my stepbrother anymore.
He’s just Theo.
Just…mine.
I clear my throat, the thought coming from nowhere and spreading through my chest like wildfire. It’s one of the dangers of the unfiltered moments that come with post-orgasm bliss—anything feels like it can be true, no matter how crazy it may sound.
And it is fucking crazy.
Pressing my lips to the side of his head, I shift to climb off the bed, but I don’t make it farther than a step before his fingers wrap around my wrist to stop me.
“Wait, I thought you were staying.”
The indignation in his expression is so adorably innocent, I can’t stop myself from laughing a little.
“And I am. Just wanna clean up a bit,” I say, motioning to the cum streaks on my chest and stomach, some of which have already dried.
His eyes narrow on me. “You don’t like my artwork?”
“Believe me, I love it. You’re welcome to paint me with your cum whenever you want. But I have to clean it off at some point.” I lean in and press my lips to his before whispering, “And I’d really prefer not to go to bed all sticky.”
“Yet we’re about to sleep in sheets covered in jizz,” he rebuts. He does release me, though, and I steal another quick kiss before he changes his mind.
“Then I’ll help you change them when I get back.” I pause, glancing at the cum covering him too, before adding, “And bring something to clean you up with.”
I shoot him a quick wink before slipping from his bedroom, feeling the warmth in my chest subsiding after sinking back into our easy, teasing banter.
I’m still stark naked as I cross the hall and pop into the bathroom, doing my very best to not let the floorboards creak beneath my weight. Opting to keep the light off, I quickly turn on the tap and start washing away the evidence left from our sexcapades. It doesn’t take more than a minute or two before I’m grabbing the hand towel to dry my skin, which is exactly the moment the door creaks open and the lights flick on.
I’m momentarily blinded, raising my arm to shield my eyes so they can adjust to the onslaught of light Theo just doused me in.
“Jesus. You didn’t need to— Fuck!” I whisper-shout and slam my hand over my chest when I realize the reflection in the mirror is not, in fact, Theo, but some random dude.
My arm drops to my crotch, using the hand towel in an abysmal attempt to regain a layer of decency. “Who the hell are you?”
The guy cocks his head and blinks a couple times. “Um…I live here, so I think I should be the one asking that.”
Ah, shit. He makes a good point.
“Right. Um,” I stumble, feeling the skin on my cheeks heat. “Well, Iwas just…going.”
He stays silent as I shoulder past him into the hall, keeping the towel over my junk, and I can feel his eyes on me as I creep toward Theo’s door.
For a split second, I debate going downstairs instead, if only to remove Theo as a suspect for who’s guest I am. But doing so would risk someone else seeing me—someone whocouldknow who I am—and that would be much,muchworse.
I can only pray it’s the right choice when I slip back into Theo’s room and silently close the door behind me. Theo’s redressed in a pair of sweats and is in the middle of stripping the sheets from his bed when he notices me standing there, back plastered to the door, with a hand towel over my dick.
He frowns, clearly attempting to work out the details for himself, but I decide to rip the Band-Aid off instead.
“So, one of your roommates got an eyeful of my ass just now,” I tell him before letting the towel fall to the floor. “And probably my dick too.”
His eyes widen. “What? Which one?”
Shooting him an incredulous look, I mutter, “Asking for his name wasn’t really the first thing on my mind when he walked in the bathroom while I was naked.”
