Page 67 of I Could Be Yours

I do not want to move and give away the fact that I’m awake. Essie is exactly where I want her to stay, pressed against my body, warm breath breaking against my neck. She wiggles around, waking up other parts.

Her hair tickles my face as her lips brush my earlobe. “Anal sex,” she whispers.

My eyes flip open, and I slide my hand down her back to squeeze her ass cheek.

“You are such a dude.” She leans back so she can see my face. “How long have you been awake, you dirty bird?”

“About five seconds before you offered anal.” My voice is thick and raspy with sleep.

“That wasn’t an offer; that was me trying to wake you up. And it worked.” She wriggles around again, trying to worm her way out of my hold. “It’s already six. You have to go back to your room.”

I roll us over so I’m on top of her and bury my face in her neck. “Don’t wanna.”

Essie runs her fingers through my hair while I edge my knee between her thighs. “Rix gets up balls early. She’s too stressed to sleep in. I don’t want her to knock on my door and find you in here. Especially since I’m supposed to be on a dick hiatus, and clearly I’ve fallen off the wagon.”

I reluctantly push up on my arms. There are sleep lines on her right cheek, and her hair is fanned across the pillow. Fresh-faced, barely awake, bedhead Essie is the most beautiful Essie in the universe. All I want to do is spend the rest of today in bed—fuck the rest of the world.

“Do you think she’d be upset?” I ask, still doing a pushup on top of her.

She smooths her thumb along the bridge of my nose. “She’s worried about everything right now, and I don’t want to add to that. You can come back tonight, though.”

I grin.

“But anal is not on the table?—”

“You put it on the table when you whispered it in my ear.”

“We can do doggy or reverse cowgirl, and you can stick a finger or a plug in there, but your dick is huge.”

“Fingers are a gateway.”

She rolls her eyes. “And much more reasonable than your delightfully massive cock. This isn’t debate class.” She pats my ass. “You have to get up, Nate.”

I roll off her and out of bed, hopping to my feet.

She sighs despondently, eyes on my erection. “I’m sorry I can’t jump on that now, but we’ll make up for it later.”

“It’s okay. I’m used to handling it on my own.”

She slides out of bed and pads across the room, grabbing my clothes, which she apparently hung up to dry for me at some point last night. She tosses them at me. “Please put those on. I’m going to brush my teeth.” She hustles into the bathroom.

I dress and am forced to tuck the head of my dick into the waistband of my shorts so it’s not an embarrassment. Essiereturns a minute later, hair brushed, wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. “Okay. Let me make sure the coast is clear.”

I follow her to the door and wait while she pokes her head out. I wish I had brushed my teeth so I could kiss her before I leave, but my mouth still tastes like sleep.

She deems it safe for me to leave, but she fists my shirt and pushes up on her toes, sucking my bottom lip for a moment before she shoves me out of her room. “See you and your dick later.”

She closes the door in my face. At the same time, Flip steps out of his room two doors down. He’s wearing a pair of athletic shorts and running shoes. He gives me a look as he takes in my rumpled shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. My boner is mostly concealed, but not completely.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I warn.

He raises both hands. “I’m not here to judge.”

“You going for a run on the beach?” I ask.

“Yup.”

“Give me ten and I’ll join you.”

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