Page 7 of Sunflowers and Surrender

“It’s not that funny. It’s a family name.”

“Ahoy there!” She snorts.

“Oh My God. What are you babbling about? We’re in a car, not a boat, you sauced little sunflower.”

More laughter erupts from her. “No. I remember doing a school project on Alexander Graham Bell once.” Hiccup. “He wanted people to answer the phone and say, “Ahoy there.” She giggles. “It was Thomas Edison who told everyone to say hello.” She snorts.

“Thanks for the lesson, you maniac. Are you trying out for that show,Drunk History?” I chuckle. “Now keep it together until we get to Ricky’s place. I don’t want memories of this evening spewed all over my truck.”

I arrive at the apartment complex, gather her out of the truck, and lead her upstairs. Luckily, the apartment is on the second floor because I’m tempted to carry her at the rate we’re going with these steps. We no sooner make it inside than I lead her to the bathroom and encourage her to do whatever she needs to get herself ready for bed. While she’s taking a leak or brushing her teeth, I find a glass and fill it with cool water, retrieve the Ibuprofen from the pantry, and grab the kitchen trash can to bring to the bedroom in case these wine coolers come back to haunt her.

After ten minutes of near silence, I get nervous that she’s passed out and knock on the door. “Sunny? You okay?”

“Hmm.”

“T, what’s up? Come on out so you can sleep this off.” Still nothing. I crack the door, peeking in to ensure she’s not completely naked, and find her sitting on the side of the tub. Coming closer, I lower my voice a bit. “What’re you doing, T?” As sheltered as her family keeps her, I have to remind myself this girl has probably not had many chances to drink.

“I can’t get my pants off.”

Well fuck.“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

She shakes her head, her hair falling like a curtain around her face.

“Come on, Sunny. Let’s get you into bed.”

Her facial expression is almost comical as she gazes up at me with a doe-eyed expression.

“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow?” I chuckle. “Up and at ’em, you little temptress.” I wrap an arm around her and encourage her toward the guest room. My old room.

Once I sit her down on the edge of the bed, I watch as she attempts to wriggle out of her skinny jeans and try not to laugh out loud. Grabbing ahold of the waistband, I carefully pull them down her legs. My hands start to tremble, and I scold myself as my cock jumps in my pants. Sitting on the floor as her feet dangle over the edge of the bed, I remove one foot and then the other. Her skin is silky smooth, and I’m dying to lean forward and drag my tongue along the inside of her thighs.

As I unfurl her pants and stand to lay them on the end of the bed, I nearly come undone. She’s managed to remove one arm from her shirt while I was wrestling with her pants. Her breasts taunt me from the lacy black bra she’s wearing. The delicate material is in contrast to the little white boy shorts she has on that are doing a number on my dick.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?”

Chapter 6

Alex

“Getting ready for bed,” she answers matter-of-factly, still wriggling in her shirt.

“What? You sleep in the buff? Never mind. Don’t answer that.”I don’t want to know. I’ll never get that vision out of my head.

“I don’t sleep naked. But I don’t want to sleep in my bra.”

Fuck. And now I’m thinking about her tits.

“And my shirt smells like old beer.”

“Were you mixing beer and fruity drinks?” No wonder she’s a mess.

“No. Xane spilled it on me.”

Fucker.

“He offered to lick it off.” She laughs.

“I suggest you stop talking, or you’ll have to put yourself to sleep with one arm stuck in your shirt because I’m going to be busy ripping that asshole’s tongue from his face.”

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