Page 24 of Flip the Field
Amerie
I wokehalf hanging off the couch, but with Brady’s strong arms around me, I wasn’t going anywhere. A blanket had been spread over us.
I stretched and blinked my eyes a few times until they stayed open. A faint beep had woken me. I lifted the blanket. I was naked underneath. I peeked over my shoulder and saw that Brady was asleep. His semi-hard cock poked me in the back. I peeled his arms away and carefully slid out from under him.
I reached for my phone. Seven thirty. I had class in thirty minutes. I jumped in and out of the shower and got dressed. Brady had flopped onto his stomach, but was still out.
I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the back of his shoulder.
“Brady,” I shook his shoulder. He grunted. “Baby, wake up.” I shook him harder.
He lifted his head, then rolled back onto his back and opened one eye. “Hey,” He croaked and ran his tongue over his teeth.
“Morning,” I rested my hand on his chest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I’ve got to get to class.”
“What time is it?” He lifted his head and then dropped it again.
“Seven forty-five.”
His eyes popped open. “Shit,” He sat up and rubbed his face. “I have a workout in fifteen minutes.”
I picked up his shirt and handed it to him. He pulled his underwear and jeans on before standing up. He shoved his feet into his shoes and headed toward the bathroom.
I laughed and went into the kitchen to make coffee.
“Amerie,” Brady called me from the living room a few minutes later.
“I’m in here.” I poured coffee in a travel mug and threw it in my backpack. Brady pushed through the swinging doors. His hair was a little more pushed down, but the rest of him was still a crinkled mess.
He had a mischievous gleam in his eye as he strolled over to me and wrapped me in his arms. “I’ve got to go,” He kissed my neck and my cheek. “You good?” He leaned back.
“I’m good.”
He grinned and kissed me. His mouth tasted minty fresh.
“You want some coffee?”
“Naw,” He held me like he didn’t want to let me go.
“Brady?” I patted his back.
“Yeah,” He squeezed me tighter.
“I’ve got to go to class,” He didn’t let go. “I’ll be here tonight, if you want to continue this then.”
“Promise?” He kissed me and let go.
“Promise.”
He took my hand and led me toward the front door, then helped me put on my jacket. I pulled on my gloves and a hat while he shrugged into his own jacket. We stepped outside. The crisp air hit me and stole my breath. I turned to lock the door and Brady wrapped his arms around me again. I leaned back into him and inhaled.
“You know you smell like sex?” I turned and smelled his neck.
“You look like you just had sex,” He pinched my cheeks.
“No I don’t,” I touched my cheeks. They were warm to the touch. “It’s just the wind.”
He nodded and winked. We skipped down the steps and walked the block to campus. As we neared the quad, we stopped.
