I swallow, eking out the slightest whimper. "Are you now?" I ask.
He nods as if willing himself to be something he isn't. "I am."
I smile then, because I've got him cornered. "Well good, Maker, because I'm a good girl. Looks like we might have more in common than you thought.”
Maker
She may be a good girl but she's also drunk off her ass and God, she looks adorable even as she sways across the yurt.
"I think you should get into bed," I tell her, taking her hand, wanting to join her. But knowing I shouldn’t.
She reaches behind herself and unzips the pink dress she wore to the wedding. "I'm so tired," she moans, “and I feel like I might be sick."
"Do you need some fresh air?" I ask as she lets her dress fall to the floor. She has on a bra that pushes her tits up high, a pair of pale pink panties that hug her hips perfectly. She's curvy and cute. Her belly button poking out, not in. I groan, inwardly wanting to do exactly what she suggested, ravish her, devour her, take her in head to toe, but she's rubbing her eyes.
"I don't think I'm going to throw up, I just think I need some water."
Nodding, I reach for a bottle on a side table, unscrewing the cap. "Here, take this." I root around her toiletry bag that's sitting on the floor, finding a bottle of ibuprofen. "And these too, it'll help with your headache tomorrow."
She pushes out her bottom lip. "Aw, you are a good guy, you're taking care of me."
I smile knowing she's not going to remember any of this tomorrow. "Why don't you just get in bed and close your eyes?"
"The room is spinning," she whimpers. "Oh, no. I don't want to fall."
I take her hand, my palm on the base of her back. "Come on little one, let's get you into bed."
She scoots into the bed and I pull the blankets up over her, hating that I'm covering such a delicious sight. She pulls on my hand. "Come in bed with me," she says. "Please, I don't want to be alone. If I get sick or I need to find the bathroom, I'm going to get lost."
My cock twitches, my mind races. She's right, she shouldn't be left alone. She could wander out into the woods and get lost. Something could happen to her. I can't have that. I slip off my shoes and undo my tie.
I want to strip down to nothing, but I'm trying to be that good guy now, a gentleman. So instead, I just take off my dress shirt, take off the belt and lie next to her in the bed. Her eyes rake over me. She licks her lips and fuck, I see that desire in her eyes too. But instead of my mouth meeting hers, I simply tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead. "Go to sleep, Marley Grove. Go to sleep."
She closes her eyes and rolls toward me, nestling her face against my chest. I've never done this, slept with a woman I cared about. I mean, really cared about. I know what that says about me, that I'm the goddamn monster everyone thinks I am. And it's not that I don't care about other women, it's just, Marley's different.
She looks at me like I'm someone I'm not, like I'm someone I could be. It’s probably the champagne talking. That’s probably why she was so damn interested in me in the first place. She forgot everything I am — but I can't. Those are the demons I sleep with, the nightmares that chase me down each night. So I watch her instead, as she falls asleep. I make a promise to do whatever I can to make sure she is safe, secure. She owes me nothing and maybe that's why, despite my intentions, I find myself falling asleep with her in my arms. It's something I've never done before, but damn it feels right.
In the morning, I wake with a start. Two hands press against my chest, a shriek.
"Oh my God." Marley's eyes are wide-open and she's looking at me, looking down at me with complete shock. Horror? Either way, she's not happy. "Oh my God," she says, "What did we do? What did I do?" She covers her mouth and I sit up in bed, taking her hands from my chest, trying to calm her down.
"We didn't do anything, Marley.” In my mind though, I'm thinking about all the things I wanted to do with her as her sweet skin wrapped around my body last night. My cock hard as she ground her ass against my belly, against me. She wanted it, I know she did. Her nipples were hard and I heard her moan my name in her sleep, but I didn't take what she tried to give. Instead I rolled her over to her side, cradling her there, whispering sweet nothings as she fell back asleep.
I'm trying to be a good guy.
"How did this happen?" she asks, jumping out of bed. Her cute butt bouncing just like her tits. "How did you end up in my bed?" she asks again.
I pull the blankets off, revealing the fact I'm still half-dressed. "I walked you back to your yurt last night," I tell her. "You were drunk and we were having a good time."
"A good time?" she asks, covering her face with a groan. "Oh my God, what kind of good time? Did we… Are you sure we…" She grimaces.
I chuckle, running a hand over my beard. "Would that really be so bad, Marley Grove? You and me having a good time?"
She cringes, shaking her head, her
