Page 59 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Done, she zips up the bags and returns them to me. "Thanks."
"Anytime." Wanting to stay with her a little bit longer, I ask, "You want something to eat or drink? I can whip something up."
She sends me a patient smile. "No thanks. Still full from the pizza."
"I'll just go, then." Dragging my feet all the way, I walk toward the door. Once I reach it, I turn back around. "If you need anything, anything at all—"
She steps forward until she's standing right next to me. Dark shadows mar the skin under her eyes. Clearly she needs her rest. "I'm okay, Ty. Thanks."
As soon as I step into the hallway, she shuts the door. Can't blame her. After what she's gone through in the last couple of days, she probably needs to regroup. Sometimes solitude helps you do that.
After I stash the empty suitcases in my bedroom closet, I wander through the house making sure each window and door is closed tight, and the alarm's set. Satisfied the house's as safe as it can be, I head for my room and a quick shower. It'll be lonely tonight without her in my bed. I'll miss her curvy ass snuggled against my groin, her luscious tits pressed against my hand. Heaving out a hard sigh, I slip into a pair of sweat pants and slide into bed.
Sleep does not come easy, but finally I doze off. Some time later, I'm awakened by the rustle of my sheets and MacKenna slipping into bed with me.
I breathe out a soft sigh. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not." I can't take advantage of her, not when she's hurting so much. So I merely put my arm around her and pull her close. "Go to sleep."
She turns over and kisses my cheek. "You're very sweet, Ty."
My lips curve up in a grin. "Don't tell anybody, will you? I have a reputation to protect."
"Your secret is safe with me." She swivels back around, shimmies her ass close to my private bits, and breathes out a soft sigh. And in no time at all, she's fast asleep.
That makes one of us, because with her luscious ass pressed against my prick, fat chance I'll do the same.
