Page 41 of Spur of the Moment
Right. Lettie fell asleep to the TV.
“Sure.” I blindly reached for the remote on the nightstand, my hand knocking the corded phone a few inches before finding it. My thumb clicked random buttons until finally the TV lit up.
“Do you want to find a movie to watch?” I asked her.
She was curled on her side facing me, her arms folded under the pillow. “You’re not going to sleep?”
I shook my head, finding her blue eyes in the dim light. “Not really tired yet.”
“Oh.”
“If you fall asleep during it, that’s fine,” I assured her.
“Okay. Put on whatever you want then.” By the tone of her voice, I could tell she felt awkward. I didn’t blame her, but I had no regrets. Though a part of me still felt betrayed at her leaving all those years ago, the more rational part of me was trying to do anything I could to convince Lettie that she belonged here.
If giving her orgasms was the key to making her stay, consider my tongue a new full-time employee to the Lettie bus.
I flipped through the channels, settling onThe Notebook. I figured she liked the movie. I was more of an action kind of guy,but I already knew I’d be focusing little of my attention on the movie while Lettie was lying next to me.
“Flip over,” I instructed.
Her eyes moved from the TV to me. “Why?”
I rolled my eyes. Always so skeptical. “Just do it.”
She shuffled, rolling to her other side and angling her head so she could still see the TV. I scooted closer to her, her back to my chest, and wrapped an arm over her waist. Her all-consuming smell invaded my senses, taking over every part of my brain.
My cock pressed against her ass, and while it made me all the more hard, I didn’t try to reposition myself. I wasn’t going to do anything other than cuddle with her tonight.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse. My breath moved the little pieces of hair near her ear, and I felt a slight shiver from her.
She nodded and I reached up, pulling her hair back from her neck. In the dim light, I could see her pulse fluttering. The urge to press my lips to her smooth skin was too strong to fight.
Brushing my mouth across her neck, she inhaled sharply as my tongue darted out for a taste. I was addicted to her taste like an alcoholic was to whiskey.
“I thought we were watching a movie,” she whispered, finally exhaling.
“You are.” But I just needed another hit.
She looked over her shoulder at me, meeting my gaze. Our mouths were so close, it’d take one small movement and I’d be right where I wantedto be.
“As much as I loved...earlier,” she said awkwardly, like she didn’t know what to call it, “I don’t think I can go for round two tonight. I’m really tired and we have a long drive tomorrow.”
“Not even a little neck kissing?” I teased. “I know, Huckleberry. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” I pressed my lips to her forehead, then laid my head back on the pillow, keeping my arm around her waist.
Lettie and I fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We were always made for each other, but we were just waiting to be put together. And now that we were? I’d never let anything break us apart.
23
Lettie
When I woke up the next morning, Bailey was gone. He’d scribbled “Took Rouge out to check on Bucky” on the tiny hotel notepad that sat on the nightstand. I laid on my back, unable to keep my thoughts from straying to last night.
After he gave me another orgasm whileThe Notebookcredits rolled by in the background, we watched an episode ofFamily Guyand fell asleep. I'd meant it when I said I was tired, but something about his cock pressed against my ass made me unable to sleep. Sensing that, he'd disappeared under the covers and used his tongue in more ways than I could count.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I’d woken to his arm wrapped around me, his chest to my back with Rouge at our feet. I couldn’t help the smile on my face at how that moment felt. Almost like nothing changed between us, yet everythingdid. Like there wasn’t a big chunk of our lives without each other in them.
Since my shirt was destroyed, he’d let me sleep in his, and as I got dressed in an old Coors Banquet t-shirt and high waisted Kimes Ranch jeans, I debated stuffing it in my duffel bag to keep it forever. He smelled like cinnamon and the sun and I wanted to fall asleep to that scent every night. I tucked my shirt into my jeans and slid on my boots just in time for Bailey and Rouge to come back into the room.
