“Cheers.” She said and they both took a long sip each. She placed her bottle down on the dresser. “I’m going to go change.”
She grabbed one of her Macy’s bags and headed towards the bathroom. Jake sighed heavily, wondering if she made a decision. Maybe she didn’t want to see where this could go. He began to undress, when he was down to his boxers, he threw the covers off of one of the beds and climbed in. He didn’t give a shit that he was in his underwear; it’s all he ever slept in, if that at all. And she had crawled into his bed a thousand times when he had been sleeping just like that, so it wasn’t like he was propositioning her. Ah fuck, he thought, he sounded like a horny teenager.
He took another sip of his beer and turned on the television. At least she enjoyed her birthday. He had accomplished that. As long as he could remember he hadn’t ever seen her that happy on her birthday. He was flicking through the channels, not really paying attention when she came out of the bathroom. She had taken all her make up off, and was dressed in skimpy shorts and a camisole, she never wore pajamas. Jake wasn’t sure if he would call these pajamas, they were sexiest ones he had ever seen though. They barely covered her ass, and when she bent down to pick up the shoes she had left on the floor before, he thought he had gone straight to heaven. He must’ve groaned because she looked at him briefly before climbing into her bed.
“What’re you watching?”
Hell, if he knew, she wasn’t wearing a bra, because he could see the pink of her nipples through the white camisole. He forced his eyes to look up at her face, and how her waves framed her face. She lifted her hair and began to twist it on top of her head clipping it up, exposing that delicious neck of hers.
“I have no fucking idea.” He croaked, and grabbed his beer, chugging it like it was his salvation. She sat back on a mountain of pillows and stared at the television. So did he, and pretended to be interested in whatever nonsense was on. He couldn’t make out what the actors were saying and then he realized they were watching Telemundo. Great, Jake. He peered over at her, she was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. He threw the remote on her bed.
“Put whatever you want on.”
“Why, I thought you were brushing up on your Spanish.” She said teasingly.
He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, pulling one of the pillows from behind him out and chucking it at her. It bounced off her messy bun and he leaned back satisfied.
“Hey!” She said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Oh, he’d finish, leaving them both smiling. “Is that a dare?”
“I’m pretty mean in pillow fights. You should know that.”
He watched her kneel on the bed collecting her pillows. He laughed and stretched his arms out above his head, and leaned back against them. “Take your best shot, in fact, I’m feeling nice. I’ll give you a free pass.”
“You already threw one, how is that a free pass?” She said as she shoved a stack of pillows under one of her arms and grabbed another one from the corner of it. She swung it around as if it was a lasso.
“That didn’t count.” He said and watched her from the corner of his eye.
“Bullshit.” She said, grinning and let the towel fly through the air and smack him in the face.
He waited a moment before shoving the pillow off his face and sat up staring at her. She was swinging two pillows, one in each hand.
“Nice shot.” His eyes traveled down to her breasts that were spilling out of the camisole as she maneuvered the pillows. “Did you buy that today?”
Her brows furrowed and then she looked down at her pajamas. She dropped one of the pillows and fixed the strap that had fallen, and tucked her breast back to its rightful position.
“Why?”
He licked his lips. “I was just wondering if this torture was premeditated.”
She laughed at him and jumped off the bed, standing right next to his. “Am I torturing you?”
“Do you really have to ask?” He cocked a brow, questioning her and then to emphasize the question he pulled the covers down so she could see his erection straining and filling his boxers.
Her eyes widened and she grabbed the pillow from the floor and dropped it onto his lap, shielding him. “Jake!”
“Cara!” He mocked.
She took another step, hesitated, and then pressed her knee onto the bed. She bit her lip, still contemplating, until he wrapped his arms around her waist and made the decision easier. She was kneeling on his bed, staring at him. “My pajamas did that to you?” She asked softly, still not confident.