Page 46 of Tequila & Lace
“Dating other people does suck and I was wondering if you’d sleep in my bed tonight?”
“You want me to sleep in your bed?” My smile widened.
“Well, it’s bigger than this couch.” She laughed.
“My bed is bigger than your bed.” I teased.
“Then can we sleep in your bed?”
Was she really only referring to sleeping or was sleeping code for sex? Either way I wanted her in my bed.
“Yeah, baby, let’s go to bed.”
I woke with Andi asleep on my chest. When she said she wanted to sleep in my bed, she really did mean sleep. We crawled into my bed and the moment her head rested on my chest, she was out and I mean out. She snores a little and it’s cute. I’d lightly run my fingertips along her arm, savoring Andi’s body on mine until sleep overtook and I drifted off.
I had to piss when I woke, but I’d be damned if I was going to ruin this moment. Instead, I lightly ran my fingertips on her bare arm. She stirred and peeked up at me.
“Morning.” I smiled.
“Are you always this happy in the morning?”
“Yes, especially with my girl on me.”
“I see your cockiness is in full effect too.”
“Oh, my cock is definitely in full effect.” I nudged my head toward my crotch. She groaned and started to roll off of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need coffee to deal with all of this.” She waved her hand up and down my body and I grabbed her wrist, tugging on her until she straddled my hips.
“You’re not going anywhere until you at least kiss me.”
“With morning breath?” she mumbled into my chest.
“I don’t give a shit, woman.”
I grabbed her cheeks and planted a firm kiss on her lips until she opened up and allowed my tongue to enter her mouth. If kissing her was all I was allowed to do for whatever reason, then I was going to love her mouth as if it was her fucking pussy. I sucked on her tongue, drawing it into my mouth as far as it would go until a moan escaped her. My hips pressed up, my dick hard and searching for that one spot it wanted to be. When I pressed it between her legs, she jumped, breaking our contact.
“Coffee,” she mumbled and hurried out the door, leaving me hard and aching.
We both worked in the sex industry and I understood that not all chicks went around sleeping with guys, but I thought I’d made it clear that we were in a serious relationship. I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else and I wanted to be with only her. I needed to make it clear that even though it had only been a week, a week was long enough for me.
We needed to get on the same page.
The week went on. Each night we slept together and by slept, I meantslept. So I came up with a plan.
“Honey, I’m home,” I sang, coming in from the garage.
“I’m in the kitchen,” she called back.
“We’re so domesticated.” I laughed. “What smells good?” I sniffed the air.
“I’m noFood Networkchef so you’re only getting tacos.”
“That’s perfect because I picked up this.” I held up the bottle of Patrón.
“Want to get me drunk tonight?” She laughed.
I walked up behind her, brushed her hair to the side, and kissed her neck. “I heard tequila makes clothes fall off?”
