Page 55 of Personal Foul
“Deal.” She smirks as she pulls me out and slides her hand along me, her thumb gently teasing the underside as she licks her way down the length of me.
“Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful. And the way you fucking touch me, makes my heart fucking stop, Princess. It’s that good.” I thread my fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her face in the process, still messy from having been thoroughly fucked last night.
She grins before she takes me into her mouth, and her tongue swirls around the tip of my dick. And just when she goes to take me deeper, there’s a loud knock at the door. She pulls back abruptly and we both glance over at it.
“We could just ignore it,” she whispers.
“Yeah… but who would be knocking?” I unthread my fingers from her hair.
Another knock. “Wren? It’s us. We’ve come to rescue you from your hangover.” It’s Mac’s voice at the door.
“Fuckkkkk,” she whines quietly, standing up quickly looking like she might combust from panic.
I pull my sweatpants back up and stand with her. “It’s fine. Don’t worry. You’re supposed to be hungover and a mess anyway.”
She glances over at me with an incredulous look and then down where my cock is still tenting the fuck out of my pants, raising her eyebrow in question
“I’ll start thinking unsexy thoughts. You get back in bed and look hungover. I’ll get the door.” I pat her on the ass, and she starts moving toward the bed. She grabs a pair of shorts on her way there and tugs them on just as she jumps into bed.
I take a deep breath, readjusting myself and trying to think about things that are gross and wildly unsexy. Anything but her fucking mouth all over my dick… so fucking warm and fuuucckkk. This is going to be harder than I thought.
“Wren?” Mac calls again from the door, louder this time.
“Yeah. Just a minute.” She jumps up and grabs my arm.
“Go to the bathroom and fix yourself. I’ll get the door.” She flashes me a look and then an amused smile.
“Fuck. Okay. Sorry,” I apologize and dodge into the bathroom, listening as she opens the door.
TWENTY-FOUR
Wren
I swipemy hand over my mouth like somehow there’s going to be evidence that I’ve just been getting Easton off and take a deep breath before I open the door. Liv and Kenz give me bright smiles as they hold up a brown bag full of groceries and another bag with what looks like a deliciously greasy breakfast.
“East said he was taking care of you, but I doubt that boy knows how to take care of anyone. So we came over with a hangover care package.” Kenz walks past me into the room but stops short when she sees it. “Holy fuck. What is this, the presidential suite? I thought our room was insane. This is crazy. Do you have a hot tub on the deck? And the views. Jesus. Okay, say what you want about him, but his money does buy nice things.”
“She is very peppy this morning. Sorry,” Liv apologizes.
“Waylon and I got up early and had a massage and then did the sauna thing. You run out into the snow, then back into the sauna. Then snow. Sauna. It definitely wakes you up.”
“Ummm it sounds like it,” I say, laughing a little.
“All right.” Liv walks to the little bar area near the breakfast nook and starts pulling everything out of the bag. “Gatorade. Alka Seltzer. Ibuprofen. Vitamin pack.”
“Coffee and the good cheese and egg bagel sandwich that you like with the Santa Fe sauce on top.” Kenz sets the bag next to it. “Although it looks like you already had breakfast.”
Her eyes drift over the table where she can see two plates.
“Did East eat breakfast with you?” She sounds surprised.
“Uh, he ate a little before me. I was taking my time getting out of bed. But yes, I had some breakfast. I’ll still take the bagel though. It’s good hangover food.”
“Huh. I really didn’t think he’d even be here to help you. I just assumed patching you up meant he’d throw some water and Tylenol on the nightstand before he ran off to fuck some more snow bunnies.”
“No. He’s been really nice, actually. He got me coffee and pancakes. Even a smoothie thing that’s supposed to help with hangovers.” I hold up the empty glass for her to see.
“I told you he could be trusted.” Liv lets out a little huff.
