Page 132 of A Love Letter to Whiskey
Somehow, I controlled myself. And I could only utter three stupid words.
“I get that.”
After I dropped her off back at her dorm with a promise to take her for her first California surf the next morning, I raced back to my dorm, ignoring Ethan when I got home and locking myself inside the bathroom.
My pants and briefs were on the floor in an instant, my throbbing cock in my hand as I ran the water as hot as I could stand. With one hand braced on the cool tile wall and the other stroking me, I imagined B in that shower with me, imagined her wet curls and water dripping off her lips as I made her moan my name. I could picture everything — the way she’d close her eyes, the shape of her mouth opening for me, the lean muscles of her stomach leading down to the apex of her thighs.
I came with a groan, resisting the urge to let her name roll off my lips in the process.
That night, I tossed and turned in a fitful sleep until my alarm went off, and I jumped up far too briskly for it being that early in the morning.
I couldn’t wait to see her.
I couldn’t wait to be on our boards, to have her to myself, to fantasize a little longer.
Friends, my ass…
When I got to her dorm, I called her, knowing just from her voice that she was barely awake. And when she answered the door, I was tested on every level possible.
B stood there in nothing but a tiny pair of navy blue boy shorts, the trim of them white and hugging her brown skin, and an even smaller cropped white t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra beneath it, and her nipples pebbled from the cool morning air washing over her, goosebumps breaking along the length of her stomach, her arms, her thighs…
She reached for me without saying a word, grabbing my hand like it belonged in hers, and she tugged me inside.
My heart hammered in my chest, cock twitching at the sight of her ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her boy shorts as she toted me back to her room. She shut the door behind us, crawled right into bed, and pulled me with her.
My pulse was a kick drum in my ears. I thought that was it. I thought she wanted me, too. I thought she’d dragged me in there before the sun could rise so we could commit that sin we’d been fighting in complete darkness.
She pulled the covers up over us, turning so that she faced the wall and her small body curved into mine. Her ass rubbed against my hard-on, and I sucked in a stiff breath at the warmth, at the way she rolled her hips happily and let out a content sigh.
And that’s when I realized.
She wasn’t even awake.
Of course, she was awake — enough to walk and open doors and climb back into bed, at least. But she was essentially sleep walking, probably so tired from our day before that she didn’t realize what she was doing in her exhaustion.
I sighed, allowing myself a few stolen moments before I said anything. I ran my hands through her hair, willed my cock to settle as I savored the warmth of her tangled up with me.
Finally, when I had composed myself, I whispered in her ear.
“B, WAKE UP.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured, swatting behind her like she was trying to find her alarm clock. She hit me, instead, her hand tugging at my t-shirt. “Sleep.”
I chuckled. “Come on. We should get going if we want to catch the morning surf.”
I felt the moment she really woke up — the way she stiffened, the way her pulse quickened to a gallop. I didn’t have to see her face to know her eyes had popped open wide when she hastily retracted her hand from me and threw the covers off.
“How did you get in here?” she whisper-screamed, grabbing her phone to read the time.
“You let me in, goofball. I called you.”
“What?” She scrolled through her phone, and I assumed she saw her call log, because she frowned even more. “I’m so confused.”
I sat up on the edge of the bed — mostly to put space between us, now that I could see those damn boy shorts again. “You let me in. Then, you grabbed my hand and pulled me back here before crawling back into bed.”
“Oh my God.” She smacked her forehead and I laughed.
“Relax. You’re just tired. We can do this another time if you want to rest.”
“No,” she said quickly, scooting past me off the bed. She grabbed a swimsuit out of one of her drawers and then headed for the bathroom. “Give me a sec to change.”
“You don’t have to, we can—”
