tell her that she’s right and I don’t wear anything underneath if I’m just running a quick errand. I have a feeling that I’d get stabbed. “Women can see your damn dicks swinging in the breeze. And if you idiots sit down, we get the whole view of what exactly you’re all packing. You guys wearing those is actually worse than a woman wearing lingerie.”
“Ah, okay.”
“So, yes Aimee is pissed because Declan once again wore them out and got hit on again. He knows better. And I swear that man does it just to piss her off. It’s like he literally can’t help himself. But I have a feeling that he’s going to smarten up after this time.” She gives me an assessing look. “Still feel like wearing those out?” Again with that sugary sweet voice.
“Nah,” I cough uncomfortably into my hand. “I’m good. I’ll just stick to black ones.”
“Or just jeans.” She shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly.
I run my tongue against my teeth. “You know it’s kind of fucked up. I don’t say shit about the tiny ass “workout” clothes that you wear.”
She moves in close so that we’re face to face. “I know honey. But let’s face facts. I’m petty enough to put some visine in your water too, you’re not. You should keep that in mind before making any comments about my wardrobe. I live with a gay man who is the queen of petty. You really don’t want to start a war that you’re going to lose, baby.” She purrs into my ear.
Deciding to pick and choose my battles, I decide to let this one go. Plus, God only knows what Brad could help her come up with.
With her so close, I pull her into my lap. I ignore her victorious little smirk and nibble on her lips. “I’ll give you this round Baby. But only because all this talk about no underwear under sweatpants makes me wonder what you’re wearing under the ones of mine that you’re currently wearing.” Fuck lingerie. Her wearing my sweatpants and t-shirts is way sexier than any bra ever could be.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She licks my lips and it takes a shit ton of restraint not to pounce on her.
“I would. But you already know that.” My hand goes to the bottom of the shirt that she’s wearing. I start to lift it, but she pushes my hand down.
She climbs out of my lap and holds her hand out to me. “Come with me to the bedroom and I’ll let you undress me to find out.”
She doesn’t even finish that sentence before I’m up and trailing after her. She stops abruptly and turns her head to me. “Go lock the door!” Her eyes are wide making me laugh.
“I already did that Baby.” I chuckle. “I even locked all the fucking windows. Trust me, no one is interrupting us this time.”
She gives me a smile and a wink before she turns back and resumes walking towards the bedroom. She walks straight to the end of the bed and stands there with a mischievous smile on her face. I close and lock the door, just in case, can’t be too careful with our luck. I ignore the way that her eyes begin to dance with humor when she sees me locking it. I’m not taking any chances. I will kill someone if they interrupt us tonight. I have waited too long to be inside my woman again.
I walk slowly to her and watch as her pupils get darker and darker. Thanks to her having big blue eyes, they’re always a dead giveaway when she’s turned on. Like right now, they’re almost as black as night. I put my hands on her hips and begin lifting my shirt, slowly enough to torture both of us. She raises her arms up, allowing me to fully remove the shirt. I already knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but damn my memory didn’t do her justice. She has the most perfect breasts that I’ve ever seen. High and full with tight pink nipples that I plan to spend a long time getting reacquainted with.
I go for her pants before she shakes her head at me with a grin. “Nuh-uh. Your shirt now. We’re going one for one tonight.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Oh really, is that what we’re doing?”
She smirks and bites her bottom lip. She nods her head while letting her eyes roam over my body. “Yup. Now take it off.”
“As you wish.” I