soft or hard?” A smile tugs on my lips when I say it. It seems like everything turns into sexual banter with her, with or without any effort. Laken seems to pull the dirty perv out of me without even trying.
“Soft or hard?” She mouths the words with a river of laughter bubbling from her chest. “I don’t plan on sleeping down here, Coop. I very much plan on sleeping right next to you.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think that would be setting a great example for Marky.” I’d hate to fast forward ten years and find some goofball lying in her bed while she throws Laken in my face.
“I’m sleeping in your room, Coop,” Laken says it with an easy smile. “Either that or you can take up the couch with me, but I’m not leaving your side.”
The idea of arguing with Laken over, of all things, sleeping arrangements seems laughable. Dad isn’t home. Marky will be out like a rock in less than fifteen minutes, and I have the girl of my dreams ready and willing to cozy up with me all night long. I’d be a fool not to agree to her demands.
“Looks like we’re going to have a sleepover.” I give a devilish grin.
“Looks like we are.”
Marky makes sure both Laken and I read her a story, which I find amusing on many levels. I haven’t read her a bedtime story in about six years, but something about her turns into a four-year-old whenever Laken is around, so I guess it makes sense. It’s clear she misses Mom, and Laken is like the big sister she never had.
I shut the door to my bedroom and lock it—not that Marky has ever wandered into my room at night, but something tells me the odds are a little higher with Laken here.
“I put the couch together downstairs to make it look like a body is taking up residence,” I say. “If we hear Marky scream, we’ll know why.”
Laken plops on my bed with her shoulder hiked up on one side, her mouth pouting in my direction as if she were trying to seduce me.
Shit.
I hadn’t noticed she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. I can see her pink lace bra peering out, and my boxers twitch with excitement over what this might mean.
“Do you have a T-shirt I can borrow?” She bats her lashes at me. “That’s all I really need.”
Things are not going to end well for Wes if she lounges around on my bed wearing nothing more than a T-shirt.
I dig out a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt, guaranteed to cover every square inch of her from the neck down.
“Socks,” I say, tossing a pair of knee-highs over in the event she tries to seduce me with her feet. She could. She’s that damn beautiful.
Laken doesn’t hesitate digging her thumbs into her skirt and peeling it off.
“Whoa.” I turn around and listen to the rustle of her clothes as if it held the secret to nuclear detonation codes. Unfortunately for me, something in my pants wants to detonate in the worst way possible.
“I knew you were too much of a gentlemen to watch,” she purrs. I glance up at the blackened glass of the window and accidentally catch Laken stripping herself clean. Her creamy flesh glows against the backdrop of night. She pulls her arms behind her back and unhooks her bra, smooth in one quick stroke, just the way I imaged in my dreams. Her breasts explode, round and perky with rose-colored nipples staring back at me as if they knew what I was up to.
A groan gets buried deep in my chest, and I try to look away but my eyes have glued themselves to her reflection.
How the hell am I suppose to sleep next to that?
The curve of her hip catches my attention as it shows off her sheer lace panties, and I memorize her form and beauty for my mental musings—the shower.
Laken pulls on the sweats unceremoniously and flops back on the bed.
“Coop?”
“Yup?” I say, digging out a pair of sweats for myself as well. I don’t make it a habit to sleep in anything other than boxers, but tonight I’m making an exception. I’m sure Wes would appreciate that. There’s no doubt if Fems are infiltrating campus that they’re watching us at any given time. Not that I plan on letting a couple of prying Fems ruin the night. Nope. Tonight, I’d like to see Laken hone