Bait: The Wake Series, Book One(9)

I stilled her face with one hand and made her look at me. “Don't fight it. Let go.” And she did. That sweet * gripped me and wrung me out. The feeling of her coming around me took me to the edge of my sanity.

I was aware if I kept going like that I could hurt her, but something in the back of my mind told me that in the long run, she'd hurt me much worse.

As I came, she leaned up and kissed my open mouth until I was empty.

I didn't even have the strength to roll over. I pretty much collapsed into her heaving chest as we both fought to catch our breath. I was still inside her and I was so satisfied that I couldn't move.



“Are you okay?” Blake finally asked me when I had lain there with my head in between her perfect breasts for minutes that felt like hours. It took everything for me to lift my head and smile at her.

“Hi,” she purred.

“Hello.”

“What's your name again?” The little minx was playful post-coital. I so dug that.

“Lou,” I answered and watched her face light up.

“It's a real pleasure to meet you, Lou. Mind getting out of me? I need to use the lady's room.” And she wiggled underneath me.

I rolled over to my side and watched her tiptoe to the bathroom. She didn't turn the light on or even shut the door all of the way. I couldn't see anything except her little feet tapping against the tile as she peed. Even that was f*cking cute. I needed serious help.

“I'm sorry, I don't remember if I caught your name or not. I'm at a loss right now if you could help me out...?”

“Excuse me. How rude of me not to formally introduce myself. How un-ladylike,” she mockingly chided herself in an almost believable faux, Southern accent. “I must have forgotten my name and my manners. My name is...Betty.”

“Betty, is it then?” I wondered why Betty, but I went along.

“Yes. Betty,” she admitted and sauntered back to the bed after flushing and washing her hands.

I rolled over onto my back and stretched my arm out to the side, she took it as an invitation to come to me and she was more than welcome there.

“Lou, I have to get up very early and go shopping to replace my lost luggage. You're welcome to stay if you like, but don't feel like you have to. I'm sure I'll be sleeping well tonight.” She barely finished before giggling and curling into me.

My hand lazily ran up and down her side, up to her shoulder and down to that perfect ass. Over and over. I felt her get goose bumps, but I continued anyway.

I wanted to stay.

“Well, Betty. How early is early?” I asked trying to get a sense of what she'd prefer. I didn't want to seem like the guy who couldn't take a hint.

“Well, not too early.” She rolled over and clicked off the light, staying on her side that faced away from me. “I'd be more than happy to wake you up before I go-go.” She laughed at her stupid WHAM joke and I couldn't help it, I did too.

“How would you wake me up? Maybe I'm an awful morning person.”

“I guess you'll have to stick around to find out.”

“You really are trouble, aren't you?”

She only hummed a response. I fell asleep listening to her hum that stupid WHAM song until we both passed out.

I'd never slept so well.





Saturday, May 24, 2008


I'D NEVER SLEPT SO well.

The first thing I thought to myself, when I woke with Casey naked in my bed, was what in the hell was I thinking? The second thing I thought was this guy is sexy and fun and I can’t resist him.

So, before thoughts of my boyfriend totally saturated the last of my resistance, I ran my hand around the waist of the big warm body that lay comfortably next to mine.

Aside from the morning breath of which I probably suffered from, I couldn't think of any other good reasons why not to wake this glorious man up the best way I could think of. I slid my fingers gently around his front and down to find him already hard.

Morning wood.

Casey's morning wood.

I almost pulled away when he stirred, but decided to try staying perfectly still, as not to wake him completely. He moaned a bit and rolled onto his back nuzzling his head deep into the pillow.

His curly hair was a wreck. Big brown curls wound everywhere, sticking straight off his head. I brought the hand that was stashed under his pillow up to touch them. I lightly pulled a lock to see its reaction. Just as I pictured it would, it straightened out to about three times its curled length and bounced right back to its tightened spot after I let it go.