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It's a few minutes before either of us speak, my head too foggy from my orgasm.   We just stand there, Gaige still inside me, his body pressed against mine.

"God, I really like how you are in bed," Gaige says.

"Thanks, I guess?  You haven't actually been to bed with me yet. "

"That's right," he says, slapping my ass.   He slides out of me and steps out of the shower.   "We'll have to remedy that. "

I'm lying on her bed, still wrapped in a towel and reading her novel, when Delaney comes out of the bathroom.   Before I can even make a comment about the book, she's snatched it out of my hand.

"Why are you reading this?"

"Because it was sitting on your pillow. "

"So you thought that was an invite?"  She's shoving it in her desk drawer, hiding it away, I suppose with good reason because that book was pretty fucking dirty.   I knew Delaney had a wild side to her.

"An invite is me telling you to sit on my face," I say.   "You leaving your dirty books lying around just means anyone can pick them up and read them. "

"It's not a dirty book," she says.

"Really?" I ask, getting up and rushing toward her desk.   She lunges back toward the desk, going for the desk drawer, but she misses, and I pull the book out, flipping open to one of the pages.   Delaney jumps up, one hand holding the towel around her breasts.   Honestly, the only reason I even hold the book out of her reach is because I want her to lose the towel.   I read from the book: "Brayden thrust his throbbing manhood into her slick channel of love.   Holy shit, what the fuck is a channel of love?"

"Stop.   Seriously!"  Delaney reaches one more time for the book, and I slip my finger under the edge of her towel, watching it fall to the ground.   Then, satisfied, I return the book back to her.   She groans her frustration, and when she bends over to pick up her towel, I make sure to get an ass-smack in.

"Goddamn, I'm not going to get tired of slapping you on the ass like that," I say.

When she stands up, her eyes are flashing.   "What the hell was that for?" she asks.   "You really are twelve years old, aren't you?"

"You liked it before. "

"That was different," she says, bringing the towel back up around her, but I wrench it away from her.

"Stay naked," I tell her.   "I like you uncovered better. "  It's true.   Shit, this girl makes me wound up, just looking at that curvy ass and tits.   I'm not sure what the hell I'm still doing in her room, except that I don't want to stop touching her.   Not yet.

Delaney squirms away, grabbing the towel from me and wrapping herself up again.   As if I didn't just have my hands all over that naked body of hers.   As if I weren't just inside her.

She sits down against the pillows on the bed, setting her book on the bedside table.   "Do you think our parents are home?"

I shrug.   "Who cares?"

"You don't think they heard anything, do you?"

"In this house?" I ask.   "No.   Are you worried?"

"Aren't you?"

"Nope," I say, lying down beside her on the bed.   "Not in the least. "

"Your boot is off," she says.

"You're just noticing that shit now?"  I ask.   "Seriously?"

"I noticed before," she says.   "But that was upstairs when we were…"

"Fucking?"

"You have a way of making everything sound so…. crude. "

"Sorry," I say, but I'm not.   "I'll say making love instead. "

Delaney giggles.   "Oh my God, I think I'm going to vomit. "

"Make loooooovvvve," I say, dragging out the words, my voice sickly sweet.   "That's what that novel of yours would say, wouldn't it?  I'd make love to you with my throbbing manhood?"

"Stop," she says, rolling her eyes as she swats me on the arm.

"Hey, I'm not the one reading it," I say.

"At least I can read," she says.   I make a meowing sound and a pawing gesture at her, and she sticks out her tongue at me.   "What are you doing here, anyway?  Don't you want to go back to your room?"

"And miss out on the chance to bug you?" I ask.

"Seriously," she says.   "Isn't that your thing?  Casual sex?"