Page 41 of Unsupervised
She sucks her bottom lip in and rakes a look over me that makes my cock instantly hard. Not that I’m going to be able to do anything with it tonight. What she wants is clear, and fuck, do I want to give it to her, but not like this.
“Yeah, it’s this way.”
I follow her to her room, and she sits on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” she asks when I kneel in front of her.
“Taking your shoes off.”
Giggling, she falls onto her back while I remove her shoes. “Do you have a foot fetish or something? Like, you want to lick my toes?”
“Is that the way I come across? As a toe licker?”
“No, bet you lick other things good, though.”
Fuck, don’t put those thoughts in my head right now. Even drunk out of her mind, she looks amazing, her shorts riding up on creamy white thighs, the peek of her stomach showing between her waistband and tank top, the way her fiery hair spreads across the blanket. All I want to do is strip her and kiss every inch of her skin.
“Behave.”
A pout purses her lips. “You don’t want me?”
Somebody help me.
Her eyes struggle open when I lean over her and plant a chaste kiss on her lips. “Sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more, but you’re drunk. You need to sleep it off.”
Her smile is back. “I am drunk. It feels amazing. Today has been the best ever.” She throws her arm over her eyes, still talking. “I wanted your penis though. No…cock, you say cock when you’re talking about sex, right? I want your cock sounds so much better than penis. Never wiener though, that’s just weird. Who would say I want your wiener? Total turn off. Cock is the right choice. And I want it. I thought you came to give it to me. You know, birthday cock.”
Never have I found drunk babbling so endearing. When I start to reply to her, I hear a snore. She’s out.
It’s warm in her room, so I don’t bother to pull back the covers before moving her up the bed where she can lie on her pillow. The party still goes on outside the apartment, and I really don’t want to leave her here alone. Her friends aren’t going to be in much better shape. After a few moments of indecision, I crawl into bed beside her. We’re both fully clothed. There won’t be any doubt that nothing happened when she wakes up.
I have a feeling she doesn’t drink often, and she’s going to get an unpleasant surprise in the morning when she feels like hell.
A groan wakes me, and I look down to see the top of her head. We fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed, but now she’s lying with her face pressed to my chest. My arm is around her, and I raise my hand to brush her hair back from her cheek.
“Are you alive?”
“Not sure,” she mumbles without opening her eyes. “This could be a dream since you’re in my bed. Or a nightmare because my head feels like it’s full of bees, but I guess either means I’m still alive.”
When I start to move, she throws her arm over me. “Uh-uh, we aren’t moving. Just staying right here.”
Despite her hangover, a small smile appears when I chuckle. “I’m going to get you some water.”
“Put some morphine in it and you have a deal.”
The apartment is quiet when I grab her a bottle of water from the kitchen. There’s some ibuprofen on the kitchen counter and I spill a couple in my palm for her.
“A-hem.” My entire body jerks at the unexpected sound of a throat clearing behind me, and I turn to see Owen leaning against the doorjamb, a grin on his face. “I had no idea you were such a dedicated teacher. Look at you, here first thing in the morning on the weekend for a tutoring session.”
Fuck. “Kelly isn’t my student. And I stayed because she was drunk.”
“Now, Mr. A…actually, should I still call you Mr. A? I mean, first names seem more appropriate for a morning after in the kitchen walk of shame conversation, but I can’t remember your first name.”
This little asshole. “You can call me Layton outside of school.”
“Layton. Does this mean you’re going to be around outside of school?” His taunting voice matches his grin.
I turn around and lean against the counter. “Do you have a problem with me seeing Kelly? Are you going to give me shit all the time?” There’s still a small part of me that thinks he’s interested in her, whether it’s reciprocal or not. She may not be my student, but I still don’t need him running to the college board to make a huge deal out of this.
“Nah, I don’t have a problem with it.” He laughs and grabs a drink out of the fridge. “But yes, I will give you shit all the time because this is hilarious and that’s who I am.”
