Page 75 of Marley
“I’m sorry. Thank you for looking after me. I wasn’t talking about any of that. In fact, I’m trying really hard to forget that Marley Layton has seen my tits right now.”
“Then why am I a pervert? I don’t understand?”
“Because you’re you and I’m just me; a puke smelling, crazy haired lady, pasty faced no body who obviously has no self-respect for herself because I came home with you last night, after only just meeting you.”
Tears clung to her bottom lashes and my heart missed a beat, then seemed to rush around in my chest, trying to find its missing action.
“Well, you know what, sweetheart? If getting a fat on over the most beautiful, puke smelling, crazy haired, pasty faced nobody I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing makes me a pervert, then I’m guilty as fucking charged.”
A small smile pulled at the corner of her perfect mouth and I finally got to see that blush spread up her neck and over her cheeks. She swung her shoulders from side to side in the most girliest of gestures. I closed my eyes and thought of chords, notes, frets. I tried to write a tune in my head, anything to calm this boner down.
“I really wanna kiss the fuck outta you right now.” The blood supply that usually inhabited my brain had obviously sunk south to my dick because I never, at any stage, intended to say that out loud.
“I stink of puke,” she whispers.
“I don’t give a fuck.” I tell her.
She looked over my face for a few seconds and I thought that she was gonna take a step forward, then something, I’ve no clue what, must’ve crossed her mind and her whole stance, even the look in her eyes changed.
“I’ll pass on the kiss, thanks. I’ll just clean my teeth and meet you in the kitchen.” She gave me a small smile, but I still felt the sting of her rejection. I nodded my head and left the bathroom, pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and a T-shirt and headed to my kitchen.
Fuck this for a game of soldiers. That?that right there, women and their unpredictability, were the reasons I didn’t do relationships. They’re a complete mystery to me and that’s exactly the way I wanted it to stay.
Fuck her and her blue-brown, brown-blue, or whatever the fuck eye colour she has.
Fuck her pink cheeks.
Fuck her perfect tits that I never looked at ... much. Maybe a little bit, or a few times, but whatever. Fuck them anyway.
Fuck everything about her and the way she made me feel so off balance.
I’d make her coffee and some toast, then call Dave to come pick her up, seeing as Maca seemed to have decided that Milo was for he and my sister’s own personal use. So, fuck them too. They could all go fuck themselves.
“Why’ve you been so nice to me?”
I jumped at the sound of Ashley’s voice as she leaned against the doorway, watching me pour hot water from the kettle into the coffee mugs I’d set out.
Yeah,me. I’m making a girl coffee after a night of not even getting a shag, or a blowie, or even a hand job. You couldn’t make this shit up. Un-fucking-believable!
“What?” My response came out a little harsher than I intended, and I hated that she flinched at my tone. She was still wearing my T-shirt and boxers, and had her hair up in what looked like a birds nest on top of her head. It was the sexiest fucking bird’s nest I’d ever seen.
I slid my hands into the pockets of my joggers and held onto my hardening dick so that she couldn’t see it. “Ewww, are you playing with your dick through your pocket?”
This girl seriously had no filter.
I blush. I actually felt my cheeks burn as she stood there with a sexy as fuck smirk on her face. I’m Marley Layton. Idon’tfucking blush.
Ever.
“What? No. I was, I just ... my dick fucking likes you, all right. It has a mind of its own when you’re around.” I admitted while standing there, glowing like the Ready Brek kid.
“And playing with it helps?” She asked.
“I’m not playing with my fucking dick. I was trying to hold it down so that you wouldn’t see that I’ve got a big fat boner going on.”
I watched as she folded her arms across her chest.
Her perfect, perfect tits moved under my T-shirt and my disobedient dick twitched in my hand. I close my eyes for a few seconds and try not to think about how they looked when I showered her earlier this morning.
