Logan is so succinct with his thoughts. I’m glad he dropped by, actually, because I was going to fuck Friday all night long. And let her fuck me. And then do it all over again.
“Bet you wish I’d stayed at home,” he says.
I shake my head. “I’m actually glad you’re here. Oh!” I interrupt myself. I pull my phone from my pocket. “If I show you a picture, can you look at the art of it and not at her body?”
A vee forms between his brows. “Whose body is it?”
“Friday’s.”
“Eww… Like I could look at her with lustful intentions.” He pretends to gag and shivers dramatically.
“I want a tattoo that looks like this butterfly.” I show him the picture, and he grins.
“Damn, she’s good,” he says. He keeps smiling. “Where do you want it?”
“That spot on my chest.” I rub the place over my heart, which I know is bare.
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “The one you’ve been saving?”
“Yeah.” I scratch my head and wish he’d stop prying.
“Sure. I’ll draw it up tonight.” He sends the picture to himself.
“Can you ink it tomorrow?”
He nods. “You’re sure, aren’t you?” He grins.
A smile tips the corners of my lips. “Yes.”
The door opens, and Friday comes out of her room. She’s wearing a pair of baby-blue sleep shorts and a matching pajama top, and she looks so damn cute that I want to pull her into my lap. And then I want to take that outfit off her and suck on her titties until she squirms and begs me to fuck her.
Friday looks at Logan and signs something to him while Emily puts Kit into her car seat. I can’t catch every word, but I think she just said something about cuddling. He shakes his head, and she argues with him in sign language. Suddenly, he grins and signs, Thank you.
You’re welcome, she replies.
He hugs her and reaches for the car seat. “Thanks for letting us hang out,” he says.
“Come back anytime,” I reply. My voice is deadpan, but Logan can’t hear the inflection, so I make sure to put on a sad face.
He laughs, and Emily hugs Friday.
The door closes behind them. “What did you tell him?” I ask Friday.
“I told him to strip her naked and throw his leg across her butt and sleep cuddled up with her like he used to because she misses it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I breathe. “He just said the same thing to me.”
She shrugs. “They’re so busy, they’re not talking to one another.” She walks up to me and stands up on tiptoe to put her arms around my neck. “You ready for bed?”
I kiss her, and I rethink my decision to wait. It’s hard with her pressed up against me. I set her back from me. “I…um…need to actually go to bed.” I scratch my head.
She steps back, her face falling. “Oh. Okay.”
“I’ll…uh…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She doesn’t say anything and goes to her room. She slams the door behind her. I stand outside her door for much longer than I should. I want to go in. I want to open the door. Just as I start to walk away, I hear a noise from her room. It’s a low vibration, and I press my ear to the door.
Suddenly, it hits me. She’s getting off with a fucking vibrator. I pace back and forth up the hallway, smacking myself in the head with the heel of my hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid fucker.
It goes on for about two minutes, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I open her door and go to the side of her bed. “Move over,” I say.
The vibrator turns off. “Fuck,” she breathes.
“Move over now,” I say again.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you. Now move over.”
She doesn’t move, so pick her up and shift her over. I get in beside her and reach for her hand, where I find a warm vibrator. It’s hot because she was using it. And it was touching her. I raise it to my lips and lick across it, and she tastes as good as I thought she would. Like spice and heat and Friday.
I push my body between her thighs and slide down. She protests and grabs my hair, trying to pull me back up.
“Stop it,” I say. I take her hands and pin them together in one of mine and rest them on her belly. She could easily pull free. But she doesn’t.
I touch the vibrator to her pussy and keep pressing and searching until I find her slick hole. I slide it inside to get it wet and then move up, looking for her clit. She stops moving, and a noise escapes her throat when I find it. “Right there,” she breathes. I turn it on, and she moans.
“Be still,” I say, but her hips arch and press against my touch. She rocks against the vibrator, and her legs shake ever so slightly.