Proving Paul's Promise(44)

“Yeah.” I scratch my head and wish he’d stop prying.

“Sure. I’ll draw it up tonight.” He sends the picture to himself.

“Can you ink it tomorrow?”

He nods. “You’re sure, aren’t you?” He grins.

A smile tips the corners of my lips. “Yes.”

The door opens, and Friday comes out of her room. She’s wearing a pair of baby-blue sleep shorts and a matching pajama top, and she looks so damn cute that I want to pull her into my lap. And then I want to take that outfit off her and suck on her titties until she squirms and begs me to f*ck her.

Friday looks at Logan and signs something to him while Emily puts Kit into her car seat. I can’t catch every word, but I think she just said something about cuddling. He shakes his head, and she argues with him in sign language. Suddenly, he grins and signs, Thank you.

You’re welcome, she replies.

He hugs her and reaches for the car seat. “Thanks for letting us hang out,” he says.

“Come back anytime,” I reply. My voice is deadpan, but Logan can’t hear the inflection, so I make sure to put on a sad face.

He laughs, and Emily hugs Friday.

The door closes behind them. “What did you tell him?” I ask Friday.

“I told him to strip her naked and throw his leg across her butt and sleep cuddled up with her like he used to because she misses it.”

“Shut the f*ck up,” I breathe. “He just said the same thing to me.”

She shrugs. “They’re so busy, they’re not talking to one another.” She walks up to me and stands up on tiptoe to put her arms around my neck. “You ready for bed?”

I kiss her, and I rethink my decision to wait. It’s hard with her pressed up against me. I set her back from me. “I…um…need to actually go to bed.” I scratch my head.

She steps back, her face falling. “Oh. Okay.”

“I’ll…uh…I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She doesn’t say anything and goes to her room. She slams the door behind her. I stand outside her door for much longer than I should. I want to go in. I want to open the door. Just as I start to walk away, I hear a noise from her room. It’s a low vibration, and I press my ear to the door.

Suddenly, it hits me. She’s getting off with a f*cking vibrator. I pace back and forth up the hallway, smacking myself in the head with the heel of my hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid f*cker.

It goes on for about two minutes, and I can’t stand it anymore.

I open her door and go to the side of her bed. “Move over,” I say.

The vibrator turns off. “Fuck,” she breathes.

“Move over now,” I say again.

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you. Now move over.”

She doesn’t move, so pick her up and shift her over. I get in beside her and reach for her hand, where I find a warm vibrator. It’s hot because she was using it. And it was touching her. I raise it to my lips and lick across it, and she tastes as good as I thought she would. Like spice and heat and Friday.

I push my body between her thighs and slide down. She protests and grabs my hair, trying to pull me back up.

“Stop it,” I say. I take her hands and pin them together in one of mine and rest them on her belly. She could easily pull free. But she doesn’t.

I touch the vibrator to her * and keep pressing and searching until I find her slick hole. I slide it inside to get it wet and then move up, looking for her clit. She stops moving, and a noise escapes her throat when I find it. “Right there,” she breathes. I turn it on, and she moans.

“Be still,” I say, but her hips arch and press against my touch. She rocks against the vibrator, and her legs shake ever so slightly.

“You didn’t want me,” she says. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want you. I just can’t have you yet. I need to f*cking marry you first. So you can’t run away from me.”

She lifts her head to look down at me. I can see her face from the light in the window. “No f*cking way.”

“Yes f*cking way.” I press the vibrator against her and find a rhythm with it, and she starts to tremble. “I f*cking love you, Friday. Let me f*cking love you.”

I don’t give her time to think. I don’t want her to think. Not about this. She cries out when she comes, and her body trembles and shakes. I let her hands go free, and she sinks one into my hair, gently tugging as the orgasm quakes through her body. Again and again, she jerks until she stills and pushes the vibrator away.

“That was the worst proposal ever,” she says when she can finally breathe.

“I know. I’ll do it again tomorrow.” I toss the covers over both of us and reach for her.

She shoves me away. “Get the f*ck out of my bed, Paul,” she says.

“No f*cking way. I make you come, I get to sleep in your bed.”

“Get out, Paul,” she says. But there’s no heat in her voice. None at all.

“I’m staying.” I pull her against me. She’s wearing that pajama top and nothing on the bottom, so I pull the top over her head. She’s naked in my arms, and she feels so f*cking good. I snuggle closer so that my thighs cradle her bottom. I cup her breast in my hand, just because I can’t get close enough to her, and she lays her head on my arm. I brush her hair down between us. “Let me sleep with you.”