“I can wa—” I stop when he shifts me, trying to do it all himself. “Okay! Okay! Stop before you dump us both on the carpet.” I help him lift, then wrap my legs around his waist. Our linked hands make it so he holds my ass, my other arm down at my side. Not the most comfortable position, for sure. “Are you planning on brushing my teeth for me too?” I ask sarcastically.
“We’ll brush together. The couple that brushes together, stays together.”
“Was there crazy pills in our food?”
He actually kisses my nose in response.
We brush our teeth, together, and then I somehow manage to make him unhook us and turn his back so I can take off my yoga pants. Luckily, his shirt I’m wearing is long enough it comes to just above my knees. I climb under the covers before I finally tell him.
“Okay, you can turn around now.” He walks around and gets in the bed beside me. “There’s another bed you know. You could sleep there.”
“Yeah, that’d be kind of hard to do,” he says, and I try to concentrate on what he’s saying but he’s taking off his clothes. All. Of. His. Clothes.
“What are you doing??”
“Getting ready for bed,” he says, sounding bored.
“You can’t sleep with me naked!”
“It’s how I sleep. You know that. Remember last night?”
Like I could forget it. “Yeah, well, that was just last night. Tonight, I’m not here willingly. So, if you are sleeping with me, you’re going to do it with your clothes on!”
“Not happening,” he says, slipping into the bed. “Hand me your arm.”
I don’t know if I could take him, but it’d be close. Still, if I try it so quickly and I fail, it won’t work. I need to plot this out carefully. So, as much as I’d rather junk-punch him, I hand him my arm. He secures the handcuff once again and links our hands together like we’re going to sleep holding hands. I roll over as much as I can and ignore him.
Then, I hear moaning. I look over my shoulder. The TV has some woman on her hands and knees, sucking some man’s cock like it’s a lollipop. Some other guy is fucking her ass. Two more are standing around watching and jacking off.
“You’re watching porn?”
“Yep. You want to watch? This one here is a classic. She came to the garage to get her car worked on and instead they service her.”
I roll over, throwing the pillow over my head. “I hate you.” Then I spend the next hour trying to block out the moans and screams from the TV.
It’s three in the fucking morning and I’m lying handcuffed to the hottest woman I’ve ever met in my life. I’ve got the world’s largest hard-on in the history of hard-ons and I’m slowly dying.
On second thought, watching porn might not have been such a good idea. Who would have thought Katie could go to sleep with all the moaning and shit going on? Who would have thought having me naked in bed beside of her, obviously willing, while all the moaning was going on wouldn’t affect her?
Shit, apparently I’m losing my touch. She’s lying there looking so fucking sexy that it should be illegal—in my shirt, too—and she’s just sleeping away. Meanwhile, if I don’t come, I will probably be foaming at the mouth while rocking back and forth speaking gibberish.
I get that she’s mad at me and I should stay away from her. There’s something about Katie, though. I don’t think she has a mean bone in her body. I don’t. Her faith and love in her sister Beth is evident. That means I’m missing something here. Worse, it means that Skull is missing something too. I think Katie holds the key and I need her to open up to me. If it will help me figure out what’s going on as well as get my brother his daughter, don’t I owe it to Skull to try? That’s really all I’m doing. I’m just making sure my brother knows the full story and helping him get the daughter he was denied.
That’s the pep talk I give myself when I unlatch the handcuff from my wrist. Next, as delicately as possible, I pull the covers off of Katie’s body. My shirt has gathered up around her hips. She’s wearing this sexy red piece of cloth that hides her * from me. That’s the first thing that has to go. I move to the foot of the bed, hooking my fingers in her panties and pulling them down as slowly and as carefully as I can. My eyes watch her face the entire time. She mumbles in her sleep, but shows no signs of waking up.