8
Andi
Time To Run
His clock flashes in the otherwise darkness of his bedroom.
01:12:15
Red numbers against dark shadows.
01:12:16
I lie on my back and breathe through something warm and gooey in my belly, and each second that passes and he holds me close is an internal war being waged: stay and enjoy, or run away and hide. Riley’s head rests between my boobs, his arm over my belly, his thigh over my thighs. He’s using me as a body pillow, and though my brain saysstop it!my heart says five more minutes.
I should’ve run already. I shouldn’t be here, but he’s so cuddly, and I’m so sleepy. Would it really hurt anyone if I just closed my eyes and drifted off in his arms?
Yes. It would hurt, because I’m not a clinger, and he’s not looking for a one-night-stand.
Resigned to my fate, I begin my super sleuth maneuvers by lifting his arm and placing it over his hip. He’s heavy. He’s a solid gym rat, a guy who prefers to lift weights, rather than run on a treadmill. Holding my breath, I begin working his leg off my body. Riley Cruz never misses legs day, so what I touch is pure muscle, and though he’s asleep, the muscles beneath my fingertips twitch in reaction.
In my mind, I say my goodbyes. I tell him I had fun, that he’s actually a cool guy who stimulates my brain… among other things. I tell him that I’ll see him around, and I beg him not to ask for more. But I don’t say anything out loud. I don’t want to wake him, and I don’t want to do the awkward shuffle as I collect my clothes and race out the door. So I keep my mouth shut, pray my thundering heart beneath his ear doesn’t wake him, and I scoot an inch at a time until I get him on his own pillow and I can breathe again.
Pushing the sheet aside, I climb out of his bed as naked as the day I was born, and because I was deliberate about it when I first snooped in his room and got changed, I collect my skirt, top, and heels from the chair in the corner – exactly where I put them for easy collection in the dark.
I take his tank, too, because he tossed it near the chair while undressing me, and with my things in my hands, I tiptoe toward the door.
“No.”
Like a cat in an alleyway, I spring into the air and let out a piercing scream when an arm wraps around my stomach and drags me back. I drop my things to the floor and kick out at my captor, but my scream turns to laughter when he throws me back on his bed and climbs on top until the tip of his hardened – again – dick touches my core.
“I told you to stay, Deedee.” His tongue slides past my lips and turns my giggles to a groan. “Don’t sneak out again.”
* * *
Captain’s Log,Stardate four-one-four-one-nine.
I’ve become captive on enemy territory once again. It’s almost three in the morning, the sun is still hours away, and more than two-hundred pounds of dedicated muscle pins me to the bed while he snoozes with his ear over my heart.
02:59:48
Shit.
I think this cop has attachment issues, but he also has a skilled dick and a pretty smile.
Dammit!
Back when I was in first grade, I got it in my head I wanted to tag the classroom furniture with crayons. Back then, I called it art. Nowadays, the law calls it graffiti. But I did it anyway. I took my favorite pink crayon and I madeart.
The issue lay in the fact Mrs. Taine found it, and when confronted, I denied any wrongdoing.
She placed her hands on her hips and ignored the spinach in her teeth.‘But it says Andrea, Andrea. Clean it up now, then as punishment, you will not be able to attend our end of semester class party.’
That was the first of many valuable lessons for me; I didn’t learnnotto be naughty, but I sure as hell learned not to make the same mistake twice. Never again did I use my name when doing something wrong.
I’ve had an hour to think over my mistakes from my attempted escape – one hour to fuck, one hour to think – so with a new plan in place, I move slower, gentler, and because I’m feeling more zen from another orgasm, I talk my thundering heart down to a mild thump to minimize the chances of waking him. I push the sheets away with my feet, and slide out from beneath his strong arm with a fast scoot. I catch his face before it slams to the mattress, and placing it on the pillow, I press a gentle kiss to his forehead and slide out of bed a second time.
When he’s not playing Big-Bad-Bossy-Pants, he’s cute, and when he’s asleep, I’m tempted to throw all my rules out the window and stay so we can cuddle.