Chapter Twenty-Two
Justin
I’ve managed to get my boxer briefs and jeans on, and am struggling into my tee shirt when Libby whispers, “Get down!” and gives my arm a sharp tug. I drop onto my belly between the bed and the window seconds before her bedroom door opens.
“Hey, what’s up?” Laura hums beneath her breath before she continues in a concerned tone, “Are you okay? I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
“I called in sick to work,” Libby says, sounding way too breathless for a woman who just rolled out of bed.
“Oh. Are you sick? You don’t look sick.”
“No, I feel fine.” Libby crosses her arms at her chest and moves to the foot of the bed, hopefully blocking Laura’s progress into the room.
If she gets much closer, she’s going to see me doing my best impression of a throw rug over here on the floor. For a moment, I consider scooting under the bed, but I’m not sure I’ll fit and there’s a significant chance that I’ll make a noise that Libby won’t be able to explain away.
“I just felt like taking a day off,” Libby says with a shrug.
Laura snorts. “What? Are you serious?”
“Can’t a girl take a mental health day now and then? You’re the one who’s always telling me that I need to practice self-care.”
“Yes, but you never listen,” Laura says as the mattress springs groan, making me think she must have sat down on the bed, probably mere feet from the tangle of covers where I was banging her sister a few minutes ago.
I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the moment when Laura catches a whiff of Eau de Recently Been Laid and realizes her little sister must be hiding a man somewhere in her room.
Instead, the mattress squeaks again as Libby lunges forward.
“Well, I’m listening now.” Libby hauls Laura up and out of the room, her voice growing distant as she adds, “So why don’t you make some coffee while I get dressed. And then we can go get donuts and hang out until you have to go to work.”
I wait until I hear Laura murmuring her response from somewhere deeper in the apartment and then launch back into motion. By the time Libby returns, slamming the door and locking it behind her, I’m dressed and pulling on my shoes.
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll have her out of here,” she says, whipping off her sleep shirt and throwing it to the floor, granting me a truly heart-stopping view of her in pink panties and nothing else before she grabs her bra from the floor and slips it on. “Then you can escape without being spotted.”
“Or you could tell Laura you’ve decided you would rather sleep late and stay here.” I watch her hook her bra, my cock appreciating the view of her breasts arched forward so much it thickens in my jeans, insisting its ready for morning sex, round two. “I’ll stay with you, and we can take a long, hot shower.”
She casts me an odd look, as if she isn’t quite sure what I mean by long, hot shower—I mean a shower that involves me washing her clean and then getting her dirty again, of course—and then shakes her head. “I can’t. She’s already suspicious because I called in sick without actually being sick. If I change my mind about hanging out two minutes after promising her donuts, she’ll know something’s up.”
“I thought women were entitled to change their minds.”
“Not me. I’m not the mind-changer in the family. You know that.” She shrugs on a pink sweatshirt and the brown linen pants from last night, quickly covering all her delectable parts. “I’m the dependable one who is on time for work, never cheats on her taxes, and is always up for sisterly bonding activities.”
“All right,” I say, since it’s clear her mind is made up. “Then text me later? I’m free until practice tonight. I can swing by anytime. I want to finish the talk we barely got started.”
“Okay,” she says, but she doesn’t sound any more thrilled about talking than she did before we were so rudely interrupted. “Thanks for a wonderful morning. And a wonderful night.” She slips into my arms, hugging me tight, making me realize all over again how much I want to keep holding her, making love to her, waking up next to her as something more than a friend.
But before I can tell her that it was wonderful for me, too, and that I can’t wait for another wonderful night tonight—assuming she’ll consent to having me shack up with her two nights in a row—she pulls away and heads for the bathroom.
“I should hurry. Laura’s not known for her patience,” she mumbles, shutting the door behind her.