The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

“Fill me up, Noah,” I beg.

A deep, sexy sound of utter release passes through his gritted teeth, and I feel him fill me, hot jets of his cum sending me crashing through another barrier and into another orgasm.

The world grays out, and it’s okay . . . I have Noah.

I know it.

And he has me.

When sensation comes back, I’m curled in his lap, his arms around me and his hand stroking my hair. I rub my cheek against his chest, sighing happily.

“I never expected this side of you,” Noah murmurs. “Are you okay?”

He sounds a little unsure, not about me or us but about what we did. Or more like how we did it. I’m not usually that . . . whatever that was . . . in bed. But it felt good. It felt right.

Licking my lips, I nod slowly. “Better than okay. I guess even Riley Sunshine has a naughty side.”

“Mmm,” Noah says with his lips pressed to my temple, “and I have a soft side too. Guess we’re both going to learn some new things, aren’t we?”

“Learning is how we grow,” I whisper.

“Who said that?” Noah asks.

“I did. A Riley Sunshine original,” I say with a smile even though he can’t see it with my head on his chest.

I feel his chin pass over my head as he shakes his head. “No, a Riley Watson original.”

Chapter 15 Noah

In my dream, I’m in heaven. Or paradise. Lying on a fluffy cloud, I’ve got a beautiful angel in my arms, her head cradled on my chest and a leg thrown over my body. In my dream, she cups my cock, holding my family jewels like they’re precious commodities.

I adjust myself, and my angel moves with me, her body turning with mine as we start to cuddle. We’re not making love, not yet . . . but we will.

I smile, inhaling the soft natural scent of her hair as it tickles under my nose and—

“Noah! What . . . the . . . fuck!?!?!”

I blink, trying to pull myself out of my dream. My sister’s here, staring at me . . . what the fuck? Did I drink too much last night or something? I’ve never dreamed about—

“Will you please cover up?”

A yapping sound pulls me the rest of the way out of sleep, and I realize two things at the same time.

One, my dream was pretty much reality. Riley is in my arms, and from the warm spots on my skin, I’d say she was lying on me exactly like I thought she was. Even my cock and balls are warm from her hand . . . which leads me to the second thing.

We’re buck-ass naked.

In Riley’s bed.

On top of the sheet.

With Arielle looking at us.

By her heels, Raffy’s barking his little fluffy ass off, and Riley sits up, blinking for a moment before reality hits her too, and she snatches the rumpled-up blanket to cover herself. “Arielle! What the hell are you doing here? And why do you have Raffy?”

Arielle spins on a heel, giving us her back a few seconds too late, and I realize that Riley’s movement just took the last stitch covering my body, including my rapidly wilting morning wood. I cup myself since that’s the only cover I can find with Riley stealing the blanket.

Rolling to my side, I look for clothing, but there’s nothing there.

Arielle asks over her shoulder, “Raffy is your concern in this moment?”

Actually, he seems fine, sitting by Arielle’s feet and watching Riley with rapt attention. And maybe a little confusion at being replaced in his momma’s bed.

“If you must know, Loretta called me because she couldn’t get ahold of you. She had an emergency client this morning,” Arielle explains.

Riley gets up, grabbing a robe from somewhere and throwing me the blanket.

“An emergency grooming?” I ask, accepting Riley’s peace offering for leaving me high and dry when Arielle walked in. Or worse, really . . . hard and naked.

Arielle doesn’t dignify my question with a response. “I’m going to wait in the living room now that I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere,” she tells Riley.

“Probably shouldn’t sit on the couch,” I suggest, and Riley swats at my shoulder, shushing me.

“Not helping.”

Arielle makes a sound of disgust and disappears down the hallway. Riley finishes tying her robe and holds her palm out to me. “Stay here for a minute. Let me handle this. I can fix this.” And then she’s gone too, closing the door behind her.

At least Raffy followed Riley out. I don’t want to stand up naked around that dog. I’ve seen how quickly he can move when he sees a treat, and I do not want him mistaking my sausage for one of his. And this blanket is not going to be an easy fix for my nudity. I consider checking Riley’s closet for something else to wear, but her clothes would definitely be too small, and if there are any men’s clothes in there, I do not want to know.

“Too bad I never did toga parties in college,” I tell myself before laughing. It’s a harsh laugh, the kind of laugh someone who’s losing it might make. But considering I just had my baby sister catch me butt-naked in bed with her best friend, I’d say it’s not all that fucking unexpected.

I shake out the blanket as I try to figure out the least embarrassing way to get this thing to go around my body. With a little bit of fiddling and a failed attempt that requires a restart, I’m soon clad from nipple to knee in a yellow toga, which is about as good as it’s going to get.

Now, if I can just remember where the hell my underwear ended up last night. I think maybe they’re still with my pants, which if I remember right, I kicked off when Riley and I switched positions on the couch . . .

Ah, hell. This is not going to be easy.

There’s no screaming when I press my ear to the door, so maybe Arielle’s already left. In which case she’s probably already called River, so I’ve got about