“We do whatever it is we want to do, but when we go to sleep, we go to our separate rooms.”
“Why? We’ve slept together a million times.”
“But we weren’t having sex. Sleeping together will make it too intimate. We’re already fake dating, and now we’re throwing sex into the mix. We need to have some boundaries in place so it doesn’t get… confusing.”
It was already fucking confusing.
“I slept with you last night. You didn’t seem to mind when you were grinding up against my cock at two o’clock in the morning, and we were making out like teenagers. And I’m fairly certain you weren’t complaining when you were shaking and gasping for air after you came for the second time on my fingers.”
“Oh my gosh.” She jumped out of bed and stood there watching me with her arms crossed over her chest. “This is what I’m talking about. And we haven’t even had sex yet.”
“So, let me get this straight. If I bury my head between your thighs or we dry-hump until we both go over the fucking edge—we can sleep in the same bed? But the minute my dick enters you, there is no sleeping in the same bed? You do realize how insane this sounds, right?”
“We only slept in the same bed last night because there was only one bed. But now that we’re trying the friends-with-benefits plan… that has to change. If we’re intimate, we need to sleep in our own beds.”
“I see.” I pushed to sit up, my back against the headboard. I glanced down, unable to miss the tent beneath the sheets because the reminder of waking up to her rubbing all over me had me going hard all over again. “So, no sleeping together while we’re having the benefits. Got it. Any other rules I need to be made aware of?” I didn’t miss the way her eyes slowly perused my body, stopping at the sight of my dick, who was practically pointing her out and begging her for some attention.
“Well…” She shook her head, looking away from the elephant in the room… aka my raging boner. “We should keep this between us. If our family finds out that our fake dating situation has added in the, er, benefits, that will give everyone the wrong impression.”
My tongue swiped out to wet my bottom lip, and her eyes zoned in on my mouth. “Got it. We can have some fun, but there’s no sleeping in the same bed, and it all has to stay between us.”
Well, I’d already broken that rule. But telling her that would mean telling her that I went to my brothers for advice on how to actually date her. And that would freak her the fuck out.
So, I’d keep that to myself.
Rule number two was already broken.
And I planned on breaking rule number one by the end of the week.
I’d never cared much for rules.
eighteen
Reese
We’d made it back to town after we’d set some boundaries, and we were acting perfectly normal now, even if my body was still humming from the multiple orgasms I’d received the night before. Maybe this really could work. We’d hurried home and changed clothes, and the only thing that was different was that Finn insisted on sitting in the bathroom and talking to me while I got dressed.
Apparently, now that he’d seen my boobs, he couldn’t get enough of them.
Go girls.
They’d never been all that noteworthy. They were small and perky, so I didn’t mind them, but they’d never garnered much attention. Carl was a self-proclaimed boob man. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that Christy Rae Lovell had a giant set of porn-worthy knockers. He’d always teased me that he’d get me a boob job as a wedding gift. I wasn’t actually sure if he’d meant it as a joke or if he was hoping I’d bite at the offer. He’d always ended the conversation by saying that I was perfect just the way I was, so I certainly didn’t feel pressure to do it. But I wasn’t interested in changing them at this point in my life, though I’d never say never. Maybe someday I’d want some big ladies to show off—today just wasn’t that day.
And my best friend was a super fan, so I’d enjoy this moment while it lasted.
Early November was one of my favorite times of the year. The town would soon be transitioning over to Christmas décor the day after Thanksgiving. But for now, fall was still surrounding us.
Finn and I parked a few blocks away and walked to the Tipsy Tea. I glanced in the windows of some of my favorite places. Once Upon a Time was my favorite bookstore, and the window display was always decorated for the season. There were hay bales with pumpkins and several fall-themed books set up there. We both chuckled when we passed Cottonwood Café because Mrs. Runither had hired Maggie to paint the front window, which currently read: Fall into Cottonwood Café… We put the spice in pumpkin spice.