Page 30 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
Waking up, fucking Bailey again, and then falling back asleepalsohadn’t been planned.
Waking up, fucking Bailey, falling back asleep, and then being woken up by the receptionist because we needed to check out definitely hadn’t been planned.
To be fair, I didn’t have a plan for the day, but even if I did, it wouldn’t be this. It wouldn’t be us scrambling to get out of bed. It wouldn’t be us having to get dressed without even taking a shower after three rounds of sex. We reeked, yet there was nothing we could do about it because we needed to leave the room like… half an hour ago.
“This is a first for me,” Bailey quipped happily while absolutely dosing himself in deodorant. The sweet, spicy scent that hung heavy in our room made my cock twitch again, but it was his mischievous smile that made my heart do weird things in my chest. “I mean, I’ve done the infamous walk of shame. But never in a hotel, and never after fucking right through check out time.”
“We slept through check out time,” I corrected him with a sigh, pulling a white t-shirt over my head.
“In theory, you’re right,” he relented, his bright laugh dancing through the room in an enticing melody. “But the reason we fell asleep was because of that spectacular blowjob. So, sex was the reason we’re late checking out. Not a walk of shame, but a check out of shame. I kinda dig it.”
Throwing one of my flannels on, I cast him a dubious look, my conscience already going off on me in my head. I’d been too rough, too demanding, too forceful. Bailey’s face was covered in beard-burn, his eyes a little red rimmed, and his hair… God, his light, golden hair basically screamed that someone — me — had messed it up. Sex hair at its finest.
“You might want to fix your hair,” I told him gruffly, even though that was the last thing I wanted. Fuck, I was going full on caveman because I was almost proud that I managed to dishevel him so much.
“Nah.” Bailey looked at me, winked, then threw his hairbrush into one of his gigantic suitcases. Unused. “I’ll do the check out of shame with pride. Seriously. Hands down the best sex of my life — and everyone is welcomed to know.”
My pulse sped up, embarrassment mixing with an odd sense of pride, but there were also tendrils of an unpleasant feeling taking root inside my chest.
However, before I could decide how to proceed, if I should let the topic go or insist on him cleaning up, he put a deep red hoodie on and put the hood over his head, effectively hiding his sex hair. Unfortunately, it hid so much more. His slender figure. His hips marked with my fingerprints, his fair skin, the adorable path of golden hair trailing from his navel to the hem of his jeans.
God, I could stare at him for days and still find new things to admire.
Someone knocked on the door again.
“Sirs?”
Stamping towards the door was less effective without heavy boots on, but my weight alone meant the person on the other side probably heard enough to get my point across.
“Yes?” I barked upon opening the door to reveal… Sean. That little, slimy weasel.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but…”
“We know we need to check out,” I told him with an eye roll before resuming to glare at him with everything I had. If I were lucky, I’d finally master the art of killing someone with a look — or at least setting them on fire.
But nothing happened.
Sean shrank back on himself but tried looking past me after a second. “Is Bailey…”
“Busy packing his suitcases? Yes he is.”
How I wished Sean could see his sex hair now. Or my fingerprints on his hips. Or the last flakes of dried cum…
“Sean, hi.” Bailey happily skipped over to me, resting his head against my arm. Warmth spread through my body, and my lips twitched. It was weird. The few boyfriends I’d had in the past hadn’t been this affectionate. At the time, I’d thought I’d liked it that they were so independent, but… I looked down at Bailey, his wide smile, his sparkling eyes, and the way he seemed to seek me out, the way he tried to get as close to me as possible. He was independent. But maybe independent and affectionate didn’t have to exclude the other. “I’m so sorry, we… uhm… overslept. If you know what I mean.” A pretty blush crept up Bailey’s neck, settling into his cheeks as he winked at Sean. “But I promise, we’re almost done packing. We should be out of your hair in about ten minutes tops.” He bit his lips, then looked up to me to wag his eyebrows at me. “If you need to apply some kind of late fee, I totally understand. And I’ll happily pay it. It was so worth it.”
I had a feeling the last sentence wasn’t meant for Sean, but for me.
In the end, it didn’t matter who he wanted to hear that one. He managed exactly what I’d started yesterday — he got Sean to take the hint for good.
“Thank you, Bailey. As long as you vacate the room within the next fifteen minutes, there’s no need for a late fee.”
“Oh, you’re a darling. That’s so nice of you. Thank you.” Bailey threw him a wide smile. At the same time, I felt his elbow digging into my side.
“Yeah… thanks,” I grumbled.
That fucking menace. Sean did not deserve my gratitude after the way he’d tried to weasel himself between us yesterday.
But if it made Bailey happy…
