Page 52 of The Tempted

“Good choice,” the potbellied pig said, shoveling another handful of chips into his mouth as he swiped my card. “Where you two headed?” he asked an attempt at small talk.

“Just going to visit some family who couldn’t make our wedding,” I said, placing a kiss to Nikki’s temple.

He handed me back my card. “You two just got hitched? Congratulations,” he reached behind the desk, pulled out a six-pack of beer, and slid it across the counter winking at us. “Consider it a wedding present.”

I took the six-pack handed it over to Nikki and signed for our room.

“Thanks, buddy,” I said, taking the room key.

Our room suite whatever you want to call it was on the second floor so we trekked it up the flight of iron stairs with our Target bags and our six-pack of beer in our hands. I kicked open the door and my hand traveled along the wall finally finding the light switch and flicking it on. Nikki and I walked inside taking in the suite and the bed centered in the middle of the room with an outdated floral comforter.

“Well, this is disgusting,” Nikki, said dropping her bags onto the small table that was in the corner of the room.

“It’s just for a couple of hours,” I said closing the door. She wandered into the bathroom seconds later I heard the water run in the shower.

“The water’s not brown I suppose that’s a plus,” she called from the bathroom.

“Thank God for small favors,” I said kicking off my shoes the truth was I didn’t care if the water was green as long as this shit hole had a bed. I peeled off the disgusting comforter throwing it onto the floor and pulled back the sheet.

“There’s a heart shaped tub!” She added.

“Great,” I mumbled, pulling the gun from my waistband and laying it on the nightstand before I began to strip out of my clothes. My hands paused at the waistband of my boxer briefs I usually slept naked but with Nikki sharing the bed with me that was impossible. I cupped my dick that was already stirring at the idea of Nikki cuddled up against it and groaned deciding to keep the barrier of clothing on just for precautionary measures. I got into bed and pulled the sheet up to my waist, hoping to camouflage my hard on. This was becoming out of control if I didn’t get laid soon I was going to explode. Literally.

I stepped out of the bathroom feeling self-conscious dressed in the boy shorts and a camisole we had purchased, but to be fair this was the normal kind of stuff I wore to bed. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Mikey lying in bed topless the sheet hanging low on his bare hips. Holy mother of God was he naked?

“What’re you doing?” I asked my voice sounding a bit high pitched.

“Sleeping,” he mumbled his eyes were closed and one arm was draped across his face.

My teeth sank into my lower lip nervously as I stared at him wondering if there was anything under the sheet. I mean I knew what was under that sheet I just didn’t know if it was covered. How was I going to crawl into bed knowing that? I walked to the little table and grabbed the magazines out of the bag. There was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep not with Mikey naked beside me. No fucking way. I took the remote as well deciding to take advantage of the suite’s perks.

There was nowhere to sit other than the bed so I climbed on top not pulling back the sheets instead I sat Indian style on top of the sheet. I placed the stack of magazines between us and started to flip through the channels.

“Can you lower that?” Mikey asked.

“Sorry,” I mumbled lowering the volume on the television. I couldn’t concentrate on the television or, even decide on something to watch because my mind kept drifting to Mikey. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye noticing the ridges of his abdomen and how chiseled his chest was. I wanted to run my finger over each and every contour and then repeat the process with my tongue.

Fuck it. “Mikey?”

“Hmm?” he responded, barely audible, and I wondered if he was half asleep already.

“Are you naked under there?”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” his eyes remained closed as his lips curved into a grin.

Yeah, definitely not half asleep.

“I’m good thanks,” I said, reaching for one of the magazines trying to distract myself from my own curiosity. I heard a muffled chuckle come from Mikey causing me to roll my magazine up and swat him on his chest.

His laugh grew louder, and he grabbed the magazine before I could swing at him again.

“What’s so funny?” I said, turning my body to face him. “So what if you’re naked underneath there, I don’t care.”

“You sure about that Princess?” he said finally opening his eyes. His eyes were hooded as they peered at me sexily. I squirmed slightly, feeling the familiar pang of lust in the pit of my stomach that I generally got every time Mikey pierced me with one of those looks. I swear to God, he eye fucked me into oblivion whenever he looked at me like that.

“Go to bed Mikey,” I said, my voice sounding more like a plea than a demand.

“I am in bed,” he said pointedly.

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