She was too fucking cute and a total dork.
Running my hand over her unmarked skin, I thought about a tattoo that would suit her. There were a lot of ancient symbols that came to mind, but at the same time I kind of liked her skin free of ink.
With her lying with her chest on mine, the top of her tits were visible, like if she was wearing a corset. Somehow my dick still had it in him to start rising, so he did even though I figured she had to be sore and it would make me a nicer guy to ignore him.
Apparently she didn’t want me to be a nicer guy, though, because the second she felt him, she looked up at me at the same time as lifting up so that she could slide her hand down my stomach. Once she was at her target, she wrapped it around him and started to move it up and down.
“Fuck being nice, I’ll start that tomorrow,” I growled, pushing up and shifting us so that she was now the one on the mattress and I was braced over her. “How many condoms did you get?”
Her eyes rolled up to look at the headboard of the bed as she counted, and then she rolled them back down again. “Three packs of ten, so thirty.”
“We’ll get some more next week.”
KatyWalking into work on Monday was problematic, but not because of all the sex I’d had over the weekend (although that didn’t help). My pain and stiffness was because yesterday we’d decided to go out to pick up some Thai takeout – regardless of the amount of groceries I now had sitting unused in my kitchen – and just as we’d pulled out of our development, a car that hadn’t had its headlights on hit the side of Jarrod’s Explorer, and then roared off.
Fortunately, Jarrod had just started to move into the road, so the car hit the front of his vehicle, but still. Also fortunately, he’d called Ren, who’d called through to the tow company that the garage used, and someone was out within thirty minutes to tow his car to the garage.
I was slightly bruised from the seatbelt and slightly sore from the impact, but it would have been worse if Jarrod had been further into the turn he was making onto the road that ran along the side of where we lived, because it would have hit his door.
This also meant that we’d had to drive my car in today. After a five-minute argument over who was driving it, with Jarrod telling me he had a dick so he was driving and me arguing that vaginas ruled the day, I’d given him the keys and stormed round to the passenger side. All my pissy-ness was forgotten as I watched Jarrod try to get his long body behind the wheel of the car. Obviously I could have helped him by pressing the button to move the seat back, but after ten seconds of watching it, I’d realized that it had to be witnessed by everyone, so I’d videoed it with my phone. In the end, he had to put the soft top down, move the seat as far back as it could go, lean the back of the seat back, too, then sit behind the wheel with his legs either side of it. Fortunately, I had an automatic because I had no idea what he’d do if he had to use his left leg to push the clutch to change gears constantly, seeing as how it was trapped between the wheel and the door. His right one wasn’t so bad because the center console didn’t take up that much space in my Mini.
So, we’d driven into work with the wind in our hair, but especially in his because his head was so high in the air.
“You need a new car,” he’d growled as soon as we’d left the development, after he’d pulled onto the road more carefully than I’d ever seen him do it. Not that I blamed him, even I was paranoid now that someone was going to hit us even though you could see clearly either way at the turn.
Still, he’d just insulted my baby. “No, you need to chop five inches off the top of your head. Or better still, chop your ankles off.”
“How is that better?”
I hadn’t actually realized I’d said that, so I had to think up an excuse on the fly. “Because you have big feet so your shoes are double the price of normal ones.”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he stopped at a red light. “They don’t cost more. In fact, you wear more expensive shoes than I do.”
I could say I doubted that with some of my shoes, but I definitely couldn’t say that with all of them. I liked shoes, I’d always liked shoes, and we had an outlet mall not far away from where we lived. Those shoes were heavily discounted, but not all of them were classed as cheap, we’ll just say that.