Page 44 of Out of Bounds
Oh my God.
Jesus I have to wake her up. I have to…fuck.
As soon as I think of that word—fuck—I remember Bree’s long legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded hard into her.
We were in the elevator!
No that can’t be right. Maybe that was one of my dreams or a fantasy. I wouldn’t do this.
Would I?
Shit. I need to figure this out. But it’s not going to happen anytime soon. I literally can’t remember shit. That means I don’t think I’m going to remember anything before she wakes, and it wouldn’t be fair to leave her asleep while I tried to. I couldn’t leave her at all.
With that reasoning, I grab a pillow to cover my dick that’s hardening up even more from looking at her naked body next to me.
The movement makes her stir and she reaches for me.
He hands land on my stomach again and she smiles.
Fuck, it’s a nice smile. The kind every man wants on his woman in the morning after a wild night.
Is that what we really had? Us?
“Wow, you must work out a lot. I told Shelby there’s no way you eat sugar so you wouldn’t want biscuits. I like biscuits though.” Her smile widens and I can see there’s no way she even knows what she’s saying. Her eyes are still closed too.
“Bree,” I say her name tentatively and brave the task of shaking her shoulders gently. “Baby, you have to wake up.”
“I’m not going to school today.”
“Bree, come on baby, you really have to wake up.” I shake her a little harder and her eyes open.
When she blinks and sees me properly, she sucks in a breath.
“Ethan?” Recognition of some kind forms on her face. “What are you doing in my room? Where’s your shirt?”
There we go. It’s show time. I just don’t know what show we landed in.
“Bree…”
Her eyes drop from my face, lingers on my chest and her cheeks color fiercely, but when she moves from there and sees the pillow covering my dick and realizes I’m naked she jumps.
When she realizes she’s naked she screams and backs away so far from me she falls off the bed.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell!”
I get off the bed and rush over to her trying to help her but she’s too busy working out what part of her to cover.
She settles on her breasts and locks her legs.
I grab a pillow for her and hand it to her.
She takes it and presses it to her body so she can stand up, but the damn thing barely does anything to cover her up.
I look around for a sheet, but I can’t see a fucking thing. There’s not even a piece of cloth anywhere we could use.
This is mess.
“What the hell happened?” she stutters.
