Page 33 of Mountain Daddy
The side of her mouth pulls up. “You have a room too?”
“Brat.”
“I guess I’ll allow it.” Kendra lets out a dramatic sigh. “But fair warning, I’m about seven minutes away from falling asleep.”
I grin. “I might make it eight.”
She chuckles, then rolls away from me and climbs off the bed.
The bedside lamp doesn’t let off a lot of light, but there’s enough for me to seeenough.
Except it’s not enough.
I don’t want to be done with Kendra.
Sleeping beside her isn’t enough.
One fuck isn’t enough.
But it’s all I have.
She’s just passing through.
She’s too young for me.
She’s fucking perfect for me.
I stare at the ceiling.
How unfair for the universe to give me Kendra. But to only give her to me for one night.
She stepsout of the bathroom wearing little pajama shorts and a thin tank top.
It’s not lingerie. It’s cotton. But it’s just as sexy as her walking around naked.
With one arm propped behind my head, I watch her cross the room.
I don’t hide my perusal of her. And it’s only fair since she’s taking me in the same way.
I pulled my boxer briefs back on, but I’m still naked from the waist up. And with the covers down around my hips—so she can climb into bed with me—I still have a lot on display.
She’s still eyeing me when she stops on her side of the bed.
I narrow my eyes. “What?”
She shakes her head. “I’m normally not this shallow, but seriously, you could…”
“Model?” I suggest, completely joking, as she says, “Make porn.”
Her answer is not at all what I’m expecting, and a loud bark of laughter jumps out of my chest. “You’re ridiculous. Get in bed.”
She hesitates, and I suddenly don’t feel like laughing.
“What is it?” I ask.
She lifts her shoulders, holds them there for a second, then drops them. “I know this should be abefore, not anaftertopic, but I just wanted to say that you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone since my last doctor’s visit, so you don’t have to worry about…thateither.”
I feel like such an idiot.
