Page 37 of Teach Me How
She comes closer, a gentle smile on her face. “It’s hard for you to admit. Isn’t it, big guy?”
“Big guy? Yesterday I was a tiger.”
“You asking for help, Tiger?”
I frown, trying not to smile. “Well, now you’re infantilizing it.”
She grins, leaning on the counter. “Tiger.”
She purrs the word, and my cock thickens in response. I’m in trouble already. Giggling to herself, she rounds the counter. “Keep talking. I want to change out of this suit.”
Slipping my glasses back on, I push off the stool and follow her to her bedroom. “I’m not looking for pity.”
She looks over her shoulder, pulling her suit jacket off. “Who’s talking about pity?”
“I’m not a charity case. Regardless of what everyone is saying, I do just fine in the lady category.”
She hangs her jacket up and pauses with her fingers hovering over the buttons of her blouse. “Right. That’s why you have a long line of girlfriends behind you.”
“Would it be better if I did?”
Her expression sobers. “No. Probably not. Are you going to watch?”
“I was hoping to.”
She rolls her eyes, acting exasperated, but grinning. “I have no doubt in your lady abilities, Skyler. You’ve got sexy down pat.”
“Thank you.” I grin.
“It’s probably something else you’re fucking up.”
The smile slides off my face. “I do not fuck things up.”
She whips her shirt off and tosses it in her hamper. A beige bra today. It should not turn me on, but it’s lacey and just a little sheer and my cock is definitely paying attention.
“But you do want a girlfriend?”
No. But I should have one. Girlfriends come before wives and kids and houses with birthday cakes and beef stew in the crock pot.
“Yes. I want a girlfriend.”
She wiggles out of her skirt, keeping her back to me. “Are you looking to settle down?”
She’s got on matching panties. Beige, yes. Thong? Yes. Very much, yes. I move forward, slipping my hands around her bare waist. She puts her hands over mine. They’re cool and soft. “Are you going to answer my question?”
I let my hands slide over her tummy, tugging her bare ass backwards into my hips. Pressing my lips to her hair, I breathe in the scent of her shampoo. That’s where the coconut smell comes from. “What was the question again?”
“You’re too easily distracted.” She wiggles out of my grip, laughing. “I’m putting on sweats. And a bath robe. And maybe some snow pants.”
I tilt my head, picture her in just that bra and a pair of snow pants. A cute little snow bunny. She reads the look in my eye and laughs. “You are impossible.”
25.
Reese
I manage to drag Skyler out of the bedroom. Quite a feat, considering he was sporting a noticeable woodie, and I was sporting less noticeable wet panties. As much as I want to wrap my hands around that pole of his and see if we can reenact the other night, we seriously need to set some ground rules first.
I push him into a seat at the table and set a bowl of soup in front of him. He seems mollified by the food, so I settle into the chair next to him. He extends his legs, slipping my ankles over his long limbs.