“They’re filthy,” she says, shuddering. “They attack you in the night like ninjas and jump on your face and shit. And they’re all powdery, how disgusting is that?”
Ninja moths?
I look at her, sigh while shaking my head, and then head to my room.
Looks like I’ll be protecting her from bugs and the Mafia.
Lucky for her she’s cute.
ELEVEN
Shayla
I FINISH up with dinner, then put on the TV. Vinnie is outside punching his boxing bag and has been doing so for the last hour. He always likes to keep active; he hardly ever just relaxes and does nothing. I guess that explains his fit body though. By the time he comes in, I’ve already started eating without him.
“You should have told me dinner was ready,” he says, scowling at my half-finished bowl of spaghetti.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I say, licking sauce from my lips. “I put yours in the microwave and the garlic bread is in the oven.”
“I’ll take a quick shower first,” he says, still eyeing my food. “It smells good.”
“Tastes good too.”
A growl of impatience and then he’s gone, leaving me to eat and watch TV in peace. He’s back twenty minutes later, with his own bowl, much larger than mine. He sits right next to me, our thighs touching. “What are we watching? Where’s the remote?”
“Why? You aren’t changing it,” I say, slipping the remote into the side of the couch. “You can watch after this is over.”
“I don’t want to watch men running around in kilts,” he grumbles, shoveling a mouthful of spaghetti. I grin to myself and keep watching. There is no way I’m going to change the channel just because of his aversion to kilts, especially when they are one of the many reasons I love this show.
“It’s actually the best show,” I say, putting my bowl down on the coffee table. “Do you want to play some board games with me later tonight?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to?”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Mature,” I grumble. “Not like you have anything better to do.”
“Maybe I’ll watch some decent TV.”
I tighten my lips.
“Why are you so grumpy? Sexually frustrated?” I mock.
“Nope,” he replies, his tone staying the same. “Just made myself come in the shower, actually.”
That takes me back a little, but I recover quickly. “Not as good as the real thing.”
“Nope,” he repeats, looking straight head. “But comes with less complications.” He puts his now-empty bowl down on the table next to mine.
The man has an answer for every damn thing. “That’s true. I was doing the same thing before that spider interrupted me.”
That gets his attention. “You were touching yourself when the spider ran over your foot?”
I nod, satisfaction filling me as his eyes widen.
“So you didn’t get to come?”
I shake my head. “The spider was kind of a mood killer.”
“No spiders around here now,” he comments, raking his gaze over me. “And I’m here to assist.”
“I don’t know why you bother,” I say, studying him. “You’re trying not to fuck me as much as I’m trying not to fuck you. You think your sexual innuendos and blunt words will work as a barrier against me, pushing me back, but it won’t. Why the need to try and put distance between us, Vinnie? Worried you’ll give in to temptation?”
“Aren’t you?” he asks, licking his lips. “Don’t you wonder how good I can make you feel? How loud I can make you scream? How many times I can make you come with just my mouth?”
I had wondered all those things, as a matter of fact—that and more, but hearing the words on his lips has my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. We’re both playing with fire right now, pushing each other, and no matter how much I try to deny it, I know it’s only a matter of time before one of us breaks.
“Have you thought about what I taste like? Whether I’m loud or quiet?” I reply, avoiding answering his question.
“Shay—”
“I’m loud,” I tell him, being bold. “And my nipples are really fucking sensitive. If you play with them, I’ll get wet just from that.”
He freezes and sucks in a sharp breath. I look down and notice that I can see his cock stretching the material of his gray track pants. The rigid outline available for me to see, I groan as I see the size and width of him.
“Like what you see?” he asks in a deep, low voice.
I started this, but now I don’t know what to do. One move, one word could end with both of us naked, him inside me. We can’t take it back. No one has to know though, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone.
“Of course I do,” I admit, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Vinnie. What are we doing here? I don’t want us to have any regrets.”
“I know,” he says, running his hand over his bald head. “Fuck!” He stands, and all I can do is stare at his cock. Seriously, I hope he doesn’t wear those track pants out of the house. It’s like women’s yoga pants, there isn’t much left to the imagination.
“I’m trying to be good here, Shay, but fuck, with you staring at my dick like that, what the fuck do you expect from me? All I want to do right now is throw you over my shoulder, carry you upstairs, and toss you on the bed. Then I want to eat you out until you come all over my face, then I want to slide inside you and fuck you until you scream my name.”