The night ended pretty soon after that, thanks to Emily getting something stuck in her foot. The poor girl had screamed like an animal with its leg caught in a trap. I almost felt bad for Clay... almost. We made sure the girls got home and piled into the living room to watch a movie, but I never made it past the previews before letting the darkness pull me under.
I woke up the next morning to someone pushing at my head.
"Get up. I wanna watch TV. Go to your bed."
Pushing his foot off my face, I pulled myself up to a sitting position and glanced around, realizing that I was still on the living room floor.
"Shit. Did I sleep here all night?" I groaned as I got up. Everything hurt. I didn't need anyone to answer my question. I could feel the effects of it.
"Yeah. I guess everyone else made it to their beds but you." He chuckled. "You look like shit. Let me take a picture to send to Cora. Someone needs to warn the girl that you're not all Goldilocks and smiles."
"Fuck you, too," I grumbled and pulled my shirt off as I walked toward the bedroom. The clock beside the bed showed that it was already past ten, but I didn't care. I was beat.
After closing my bedroom door and stripping naked, I crawled into the bed and face planted in the middle of the mattress with a groan. I prayed like hell that my overactive imagination would take a break and let me get back to sleep, but it wasn't happening.
Every moment from the night before danced behind my closed eyes, and I couldn't figure out why in the world I'd been so timid with Cora. I would have normally been balls deep in a hot naked girl with her legs wrapped around me, and yet...
"Ugh." I rolled onto my back and cupped myself as need drove through the center of me. "So hot."
Her tight little body had my hormones working overtime, which wasn't good for anyone—least of all her. I gripped my cock and pressed my hips forward as my mind went into overdrive.
We should have fucked in the lake. A nice, slow fuck that left both of us shaking and needy for more. Her breasts bouncing in my face and the sound of her panting while she took me deep inside of her would have been bliss.
My phone buzzed as I thrusted again. I tried to ignore it, but the idea of it being her pulled me from the moment.
"Shit." I grabbed the phone, realizing that it was a call from an unknown number. My body screamed for me to forgo talking to whoever might be trying to sell me something and finish taking care of business. I'd figured out that coming wasn't a problem, at all, as long as I let myself imagine the hands on me to be Cora's. The girl had me wrapped up in wanting her something terrible, and fighting it was a useless waste of energy.
"What?" I barked into the phone and ran my hand over my erection again as it twitched.
"Hey. Did I wake you up, playboy?" Cora.
"No. Yes. Come over and find out." I stroked myself again as my pulse spiked. "I'm masturbating. Come help me?"
"Ha ha. As if I believe that." Her voice was soft, sexy, drawing. "Come get me after lunch and let's finish our friend date."
"You wanna go see a movie?" I ran my fingers over the head of my cock, glancing down to watch my need for the girl on the phone manifest fully. I dropped my head back, pressing my teeth into my bottom lip. I had no shame—nor would I ever.
"No. I want to grab something to eat and go walk along the beach together. I'm thinking maybe I might have misjudged you on a few different levels." She paused. "You are masturbating, aren't you?"
"I told you I was. I can't stop thinking about last night. You left me needy and aching." I groaned as she laughed into the phone.
"Are you for real? Who does that?" She laughed, but I could tell she was interested in what was going on with me.
"Me. Come over." I thrusted again and groaned. "Hurry. You're going to miss the explosion."
"Did I really call you to ask you to take me to lunch?" Her voice tightened.
Fuck.
"I was just teasing with you. Jeez." I scoffed and released myself. "I'll be there at eleven. Is that good enough?"
"Yeah. I'll let you go so you can continue with whatever you're up to." Another nervous chuckle.
"I'd rather you stay on the phone with me so I can hear your voice when I-”
"Brody!"
I laughed and rolled onto my side. "Alright. I'll see you in a little while. I'm just teasing you—or am I?"