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“You want me to go down to the vending machines?”
“Ohhh, yeah! Will you see if they have Funyuns?”
I pick up my wallet, where I discarded it moments before on the desk. “Be right back.”
She rolls over, yanking a pillow down and flopping onto her stomach.
“Ok, Huddy,” she says around a gigantic yawn.
When I come back to the room with her bag of Funyuns and a bottle of water, she’s out cold, snoring like a freight train. I slip out of my jeans and my shirt, pull off her booties, throw the edge of the blankets over her, and climb into the opposite bed.
Chapter 27
Hudson
I wake up sometimearound two to steady movement to my left. It’s slow and deliberate and it has my eyes snapping open. It’s dark, but even in the dim light, I can see that Finn has climbed into bed with me. I pop up on an elbow to make sure she’s got enough blankets, since it feels like she’s yanking on them. That’s when I notice she’s changed into sweats, and her hand is quite literally down the front of her pants.
My eyes snap to her face, but her eyes are closed.
“Jameson,” I whisper.
She moans a little and I groan inwardly when my cock perks up. I can’t help but strain to see more of her in the darkened room like the creepy asshole I am. I lay back, stock still, my right arm at my side, the other behind my head. But I can’t see what she’s doing and sue me for wanting to look.
Shifting slightly, I turn onto my side. “Jameson. Wake up.” I gently shake her.
She lets out a breathy sigh and turns, throwing a leg over my thigh, so it’s wedged under hers. My lungs seize up and my heart kicks into overdrive when she starts rocking her hips, slowly finding friction against me. Herbottom knee grazes my cock through my boxers, and my breath comes out in a pant.
Any straight, red-blooded man with a functioning penis and a best friend who basically agreed to friends with benefits less than twelve hours ago would take advantage of the opportunity presenting itself. And normally, I am that man. Fuck yes, I am. All week long and twice on Sunday. However, she’s clearly still feeling the effects of the booze, and I might be turned on as fuck, but I absolutely do not want Finn drunk the first time we hook up. I want what she’s offering, but I won’t take it. Not until she’s sober.
She sighs again and I whisper, “Jameson.” A little louder, I try again. “Jameson, wake up.”
She doesn’t. But she does wrap an arm around my right bicep and press her tits against me. Fuck. I never should have bought her that damn slushy. The thing was bigger than her head.
She continues grinding against my leg, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my cock from hardening. This is fucked up. I should get up. She would be completely mortified if she could see herself right now. But to me, she’s stunning and sexy as hell like this, and fuck if I want her to stop.
I watch her, my eyes the only thing moving. Her hair is spread out around her pillow, that familiar citrus scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils. Her breath comes out in little pants and she moans, shifting so she can slip a hand under her thin tank top. My mouth goes dry when she grabs a handful of her chest and moans again.
“Need to come,” she mumbles and then finds my hand, dragging it to her hip.
Her eyes are still shut, possibly stuck between awake and dream, and her voice is sleepy. My eyes trail to her hip, still moving, and I fist her sweats in my hand, gritting my teeth against the need to move with her. It doesn’t feel right, knowing she’s not fully awake or sober; I never want to cross aline with her that we can’t come back from. But when I let my eyes roam her tight body and up to her face, she’s watching me with hooded, glossy eyes.
“Huddy, can I come?”
Those four words shred the tiny grip I have on my sanity. I won’t touch her. Not like this, not when she might not remember. But I can help her get there without touching her. That’s ok.
Right?
I lift onto my elbow and hike her leg up to give her more friction, then rest my hand between us. Nothing—and I do mean nothing—short of her telling me to would get me to stop this from happening.
I lean in so I’m close to her ear. “Move those hips, Jameson. Don’t stop until you soak these sweats for me.”
Her eyes flutter open and she nods. A slow lazy smile crawls across her face before she bites her lip and lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Use me. Let me hear you come,” I manage to rasp out. I fist a hand in the comforter to stop myself from escalating the movement of her hips with my hand.
She licks her lips and nods. Her hips lose some rhythm the closer she gets, but she doesn’t stop grinding against my thigh. I can feel the damp heat from her pussy through the fabric of her sweats, can smell her arousal, and it’s enough to have my cock leaking in my underwear.
The force of her movements against me causes a delicious friction on my cock against the blankets bunched between us and her knee. It feels like too much and not enough all at once. What I wouldn’t give to roll her fully on top of me. I want her on my cock so badly that it hurts.
