Page 36 of The Sweetmate
Call me insane, but I’m going to try and share a bed with this stunning woman without touching her. Unless she asks me to, of course, and then game on. I still can’t believe she actually agreed to us sharing a bed.
Her lips quick to the side. “I’ll meet you in there.”
She scurries off to the bed and climbs under the covers. Is she drunk? Did she have a mental breakdown in the bathroom? Is she…horny? One can only hope. Whatever it is, I won’t be wasting this opportunity. A comfy bed plus a gorgeous woman next to me, heck yes!
I practically skip to the bathroom. I’m worse than a teenage boy on prom night. I might blow my load before I even finish brushing my teeth. Be a gentleman. Lisa is trusting me. She’s already had one horrible experience with a creep at her job, the one she hated and just resigned from. The last thing I want to do is make her regret her faith in me.
Once I’ve double washed everything and applied extra deodorant, with a tiny spritz of cologne I exit the bathroom. I’m not too proud to admit I’m hearing Madonna’sLike a Virginin my head as I walk toward the bed. Lisa fully turns on her side to face me as I pull the covers back. This is it. I’m about to climb into bed with her. We’re in a fake relationship for the public eye, we’ve kissed, our crotches have touched, but now we’re about to be snuggled under the covers in the dark. Putting on a gentle smile, I climb in. The bed dips and there’s a slight creak. Okay… Here we are.
“Casey?” I can hear the smile in Lisa’s voice without even turning to look at her.
“Yeah?” My eyes are glued to the ceiling.
“Are you nervous?”
“Extremely.”
She giggles. “Why?”
“I want to earn your trust. I respect you. What if I accidentally poke you in the night?”
“That ego. You really think it can reach over here?”
My cheeks heat and I suck my lips in. “One way to find out…”
“Good night, Casey.” She rolls over to her other side. As much as I wish it was, I doubt that was an invitation for me to poke her in the ass with my penis – my long and thick in girth penis that could totally reach.
“Sweet dreams, cupcake.”
***
For the first time, I overslept. Lisa and I both groan wrapped around one another as our alarms annoyingly blast.
“No, no, no.” I whisper to myself.
“Same.” Her lips smack together, and she falls immediately back to sleep. I register a slight amount of drool from the corner of her mouth to my chest. Adorable.
“You can’t have apple cider.” My voice thick with sleep.
“What?” Lisa raises her head up. Her hair is a thick fluffy mess. Her eyes are barely open slits. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “What made you think of apple cider?”
“Fall is in a few weeks, and you won’t get to enjoy apple cider. Everything apple is coming up. Apple season. You could die.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“We went to a pumpkin patch and you asked if I wanted to try your pumpkin pie. But it wasn’t actually a pumpkin pie…You were wearing this skirt and spread your legs…Now that I say it out loud, it doesn’t sound as sexy. Yup. I’m going to shut up.”
“No. It’s sexy. I don’t think I’d ever say that. So you performed oral at a pumpkin patch? Did a serial killer show up?”
“Who hurt you? No! This was a happy dream not a nightmare.”
“When I think of pumpkin patches I think of spooky. And the people always die during or right after sex.”
“The only risk of death was there was an apple cider stand nearby. But we opted for hot chocolate instead.”
“Awe. You were dreaming about taking me out to the pumpkin patch for oral sex and hot chocolate.”
“I’m a hopeless romantic, cupcake.” My smile is the largest it’s ever been. I can’t believe I just confessed my dream to her. She should be looking at me like I’m a weirdo but instead she’s thoughtful.
