Page 35 of The Late Hit
The opening credits ofCabin in the Woodsstart playing. Of course, she picks a scary movie. I’ve never met a girl as obsessed with scary movies as Brynn is.
Tonight, I’ll let her have her way, but tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow, I’m breaking down the walls I didn’t know were still standing. Tomorrow I’m getting answers.
A heavy weight is across my chest. My nose fills with the scent of vanilla and citrus as I inhale.
What the fuck?
Blinking open my eyes, I take in the semi-dark room. Light, almost white, strands of hair tickle my chin. That’s when I realize that Brynn is sprawled out across my body, my arms wrapped around her body. And that’s also when I realize that my morning wood is tenting my pants right next to her stomach.
Reaching my hand down, I tuck my boner in my waistband, willing him to go away.
I try to think of something, anything, besides the fact that Brynn is sleeping soundly curled up with me in only a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra. I swear she had a baggie sweatshirt on earlier. She must’ve gotten hot and decided to strip. Brynn stripping. Now that’s something to imagine.
No, dammit Q, get it together. Thinking of Brynn stripping is not going to get rid of your current predicament.
Grams stripping.
Gag.
JP’s gym bag.
Double gag.
Now that did it.
Do I wake her or let her sleep?
Shit, maybe I should close my eyes for a little bit longer. I can’t remember the last time I actually got to sleep in and not wake up to a five o’clock alarm. Early morning strength training is kicking my ass, and we’re only halfway through the season. I love weightlifting. There’s nothing better than pushing my body to its limits, but there’s also nothing better than getting to rest. During the season, my body screams for sleep. Between workouts, practices, meetings, classes, and maintaining somewhat of a social life, sleep always falls to the back burner.
Deciding to shut my eyes for a few more minutes of rest, I’ve just about dozed off when someone comes into the movie theater room. After last night's awkward encounter with Brynn’s parents, I decided to pretend I’m sleeping. Footsteps get closer, and I hear a long sigh along with a woman muttering.
“Seriously, Brinley,” her mother snaps, nudging Brynn’s shoulder.
Brynn starts to stir under my arms and, again, I think it’s best to pretend I’m still sleeping. Slowly, Brynn lifts her head from my chest before darting into an upright position.
“Shit. Mother?” she says.
That’s when I decided to open my eyes.
“Yes, it’s your mother. What the hell are you doing?” she retorts, eyes bouncing from Brynn’s half-naked body to me.
Knowing exactly what Mrs. Wilder must be thinking, I move to sit up as well.
“We fell asleep watching a movie. What’s the big deal? You’ve walked in on me doing far worse.”
“Idefinitelydon’t need a reminder of that, Brinley,” her mother snaps again.
This is getting awkward. Clearing my throat, I run my hand over the back of my neck.
“Sorry Mrs. Wilder, we did fall asleep. Nothing suspect is going on under your roof,” I speak up.
She glances over at me before her eyes dart back over to her daughter.
“I just wanted to remind you that you are to be at the Bellaire at six for cocktail hour. Hair and makeup will arrive at three. Be ready for them,” Mrs. Wilder says in an exasperated voice before turning to leave.
My eyes track her hurried movements, making sure that Mrs. Wilder has left the room before turning back to Brynn. She’s sitting upright with her legs folded in front of her, the blanket abandoned on the floor, her perfect handful-sized tits are on full display. I will my dick not to focus on how perfect they look in her tight bra. Her hands are folded in her lap. I watch her take lots of deep breaths and wonder what’s going through her mind. I want so badly for her to let me in. All the way in. What I would give for a few minutes to deep dive in that beautiful mind of hers.
“Wilder, what does the receptionist at a sperm bank say as clients leave?”
