Confessions of a Bad Boy(53)
16
Jessie
Just like he’s done for the past three mornings, Nate slams my alarm clock quiet as soon as it starts blaring. Giant arm flexed, fist coming down on it so hard I’m sure it’s going to break. And just like a beautiful recurring dream, I look up at him from where I’m lying on his chest, and give him a smile.
“I f*cking hate alarm clocks,” he grins, as he brings his arms back around me. Just like he’s done every morning. A girl could get used to this.
I run my hand along the definition of his torso and take a deep breath, my breasts pushing up against him. I bring my thigh up, brushing over his leg, my knee grazing against his cock. I’m still feeling the satisfying grogginess from last night’s ever-inventive f*cking, as if sleeping for six hours was just a brief interruption.
It’s quiet but for the distant sound of Lorelei in the shower and the rustling of the blankets as Nate pulls me closer, and everything seems bathed in the soft-focus warmth of my sleepiness. I nuzzle my face deeper into his chest, marveling at how good he smells, and suddenly wonder if I’ve ever wanted one moment to last forever as much as now. His hand moves up my spine and he slowly strokes the back of my neck.
“I’m going to fall asleep again if you do that,” I mumble into the warmth of his chest.
He chuckles a little, and I feel every vibration of it through my cheek.
“I’m going to get horny if you don’t move your leg,” he says, making me suddenly realize that I’ve been rubbing my thigh against his groin.
We settle into each other again, and after what could as easily be three seconds as three days there’s a knock on my bedroom door, so loud and harsh in our world of intimate comfort it may as well be a bomb.
“Shower’s empty, babe,” Lorelei calls from the other side, before humming her way back down the hall to her room. I’d never get up before six AM if I didn’t work on set – I still don’t understand how Lorelei can be such a perky little early bird when most of her nights are late and long and consist of trailing celebrities all over town – but I guess gossip never sleeps.
“That’s our cue,” Nate says, patting me softly on my shoulder. His sober voice and the shift from strokes to pats telling me dreamy-morning-happy time is over, and now it’s time for the real world to start grinding me down again.
I roll off him and groan with the passion of the full-time worker at the ceiling. Nate pulls his arm from under me and gets up, sweeping the curtains aside to let the light in and then stretching athletically in front of it. I squint and watch him, the first rays of morning sunlight hurting my eyes, but the silhouette of his torso more than making up for it.
“You take the shower first,” he says, as he twists his hips like he’s about to play a tennis match. “I don’t need to be at work til nine anyway.”
I roll off the bed and stumble to my feet.
“Why don’t we go together?” I say, with as much insinuation as I can when half my face is still asleep.
Nate laughs as he comes around the bed to put his hands on my arms and hold me in front of him.
“Because I really like shower sex, and there’s no way I’d rush it enough for you to get to work on time.”
I pout my lips in mock-frustration and he answers me by kissing them, spinning me around to face the door, and smacking my ass lightly. I oblige and grab my things, then head out of the bedroom to shower.
Once the scalding water has done its best to wake me and I’ve fixed myself up, I step out of the bathroom where Nate waits like a tag-partner, high-fiving me as he steps into the steam. I get dressed and shuffle like a zombie towards the kitchen, where Lorelei is standing over the countertop, cutting up fruit.
“I made you coffee. A big latte for you, and an espresso of that strong Italian stuff that Nate likes.”
I thump my palms to my chest in a gesture of deep gratitude before wrapping my arm around her shoulder and planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“You’re the best, Lorelei.”
She raises an eyebrow before turning back to the grapefruit.
“I don’t know…the way you made Nate shout last night has me doubting my abilities.”
I try not to laugh as I take a sip of coffee and lean against the counter.
“I’m sorry if we’re loud…”
“It’s okay, at least somebody in this apartment is getting more action than watching ‘Bad Boy’ videos.”
“Is he still a thing?” I say, snatching an orange segment from Lorelei’s bowl.
“‘Still a thing’?” Lorelei says, turning to look at me with so much incredulity I feel like I’ve just offended her. “The guy’s hotter than ever now. Totally blew up. And his last few videos have been insane – you need to see the vlog he did all about different sex toys for women. You should totally watch it with Nate, get some ideas.”
I almost spit out my coffee. “Lorelei!”
She shrugs. “Just saying. He’s not going anywhere.”
“Too bad,” I murmur, frowning with disappointment. “Why the sudden explosion?”
“You really didn’t hear?” Lorelei says, invested enough in the conversation now that she turns to me and jabs the knife as she makes her points so much that I take a step back. “What happened was that about a month ago his blog went dark. Just like that. No announcement, no uploads, nothing. And this is a guy who’s put out two or three videos at least every single week for years now.”