Page 54 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“I just need to go clean up,” I tell her.

I ease out of her. Catching hold of the condom, I pull it off my cock. I roll off of her and out of bed.

I see her getting up. “Where are you going?” I ask, stopping by the bathroom door.

Her eyebrow quirks up. It’s cute.

“Um, to the same place as you. I need to clean up, too.”

“Get your ass back in bed, and stay there.” I point at her.

She gives me a pissed off look, but there’s a smile on her lips, and she complies.

And, from what I already know of Pins, if she didn’t want to do something, she wouldn’t.

I slip into the bathroom, toss the condom, and quickly wash up.

I look around for a cloth and find one on the bath. I rinse it under warm water, wring it out, and take it through to the bedroom.

She’s lying there, on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.

All that long, colorful hair of hers is spread out on the pillow.

“Spread your legs, gorgeous.”

Her lips curve up in question, but she pushes her legs up a little, so her feet are flat on the bed, her knees slightly bent, legs parted and open for me.

My mouth waters.

Resting a knee on the bed, I reach over and press the warm cloth to her pussy, cleaning her.

Her eyes close. “That’s nice,” she murmurs.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. No one’s ever looked after me like this before.”

Her eyes open, locking on to mine. I feel something flicker in my chest.

“Then, you’ve been spending time with the wrong kind of men,” I tell her, surprised at the irritation I feel at the thought of her being with other men.

I’ve never been the jealous type. But then finding out that your best friend has been fucking your girlfriend will change that in a man.

I press a kiss to her lips and then pull back. Taking the cloth to the bathroom, I toss it in the sink.

I go back to the bedroom and climb on the bed, lying on my side next to her.

She turns to face me. I hook my hand under her leg, lifting it over my hip, and I pull her closer.

Then, I reach over and grab the blanket, covering us both.

“You staying?” she asks.

“Do you want me to?”

“I asked first.”

“I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”