Page 3 of Stuck with You

“Enjoying not seeing you,” I said, my voice deadpan.

Aubrey’s head whipped around. “That was rude.”

“So was punching me in the face.”

“You got me back,” she reminded me.

She wasn’t wrong. My body was still humming with the adrenaline of that fight.

“Don’t you have anyone to bail you out?” I asked wearily.

I was exhausted. It had been a long week, and I’d kill for a bed right now. Unfortunately, my attorney hadn’t answered the phone when I called, so I was stuck here for the night. That’s what I got for using my cousin as my legal counsel.

“Most of my friends and family live north of the city. By the time they get out here it’ll almost be time for our court appearance.”

I shifted so I could look at Aubrey. She had her bare feet resting on top of her shoes on the floor, her long legs stretched out in front of her, her back at an awkward angle that left her shoulders and head leaning against the wall. She looked as uncomfortable as I felt. And just as exhausted.

“If we both lay down on our sides we could share the cot.”

Her eyes popped open. “What?”

“I need sleep. I imagine you do too. This cot is pretty narrow but if we both sleep on our sides there should be room for both of us.”

“You want me to, what? Spoon you?”

I smothered the urge to snap at her, instead affecting the cold voice I’d perfected over years of being a dominatrix.

“I really don’t care, Princess. We could lay down face to face, or butt to butt, or you can sleep on the floor instead. I just want to sleep.”

“Can I sleep in the front?” she asked.

“Whatever.”

I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the cot on my side, pressing my back against the wall to make room for Aubrey. Hesitantly she laid down in front of me, her rounded ass pressing into my lower abdomen. My pulse kicked up a notch.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m right at the edge of the cot up here.”

Suddenly I realized that this was a very bad idea. Even though we’d rolled around on the filthy floor her hair still smelled like coconut and her skin looked so soft I had to make a fist to keep from touching her.

“It’s no problem,” I lied. “Just go to sleep.”

A few hours later I awoke to the sound of keys jangling right before a grumpy sounding male voice called, “Time for court, sleeping beauties.”

I opened one eye, noting the small patch of light coming through the window near the ceiling. Sleeping crammed up in the world’s most uncomfortable cot had been surprisingly restful. At some point during the night Aubrey had slid down a few inches, using my arm as a pillow while I rested my chin at the top of her head. My top leg was thrown over hers, and my free arm hugged her around the waist.

The position was intimate, and I’d woken up horny. My panties felt slightly damp and the nipples that were pressed against Aubrey’s shoulders felt painfully swollen.

I couldn’t do a damned thing about it and it made me cranky. It was too bad, I wouldn’t mind fucking Aubrey. As long as she kept her mouth shut.

Meanwhile the deputy was watching us with a look that told me he’d be jerking off to the image of us snuggling on this cot as soon as he got the chance. Pig.

“Wake up, Princess,” I said, shaking Aubrey’s hip with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “Time to go see the judge.”

Aubrey

“Miss West, have you retained an attorney?”

“No, your honor.”

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