The Unidentified Redhead (Redhead #1)(29)
Author: Alice Clayton

“Jesus, Grace, that was amazing,” he finally said. That voice could literally make me do anything.

“Mmm, I’m glad you thought so,” I answered, snuggling in. We lay quietly for a few minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Only our breathing and the light humming sound he would make every so often punctuated the silence.

Then I heard something else … a snicker, and then a thump. Then another snicker.

“Did you hear that?” he whispered.

“Yes, unfortunately I did,” I whispered back, proactively gathering the sheets and pulling them protectively around us.

“You might want to prepare yourself,” I warned softly, knowing we only had seconds.

“What are you talking about?” he started to say, getting out only the first two words, when the door burst open.

Holly and Nick danced into the room, running in circles, laughing madly.

Holly looked at the two of us tangled in the sheets and opened her mouth to say something. She started giggling again as she tried desperately to get it out.

Jack stared at the show taking place in front of us and looked at me for help.

“Wait for it,” I quietly instructed. Holly took a deep breath, and as Nick sank to his knees in hysterics, she finally said, “The British are coming! The British are coming!”

She fell on the bed, laughing like a loon, and Jack looked at me again with raised eyebrows.

“I am so sorry,” I mouthed to him, pulling myself up into a sitting position, which he mimicked. He graciously pulled the sheets up a little higher to cover me more, and after a second thought, pulled his own up higher as well.

We let the two fools laugh until they calmed down, and then I spoke.

“Are you done now?”

“That depends. Are you done?” she asked, starting to laugh again. Nick was now pulling himself off the floor, collapsing on the bed as well.

“Holly, the British already came,” Jack said, still shaking his head at the crazy that was currently on display.

The two of them looked at each other and broke into a fresh round of laughter.

“Now, there are too many on this bed. If you’re wearing pants, you have to leave, now,” I announced, pushing Nick with my covered toe. Jack’s mouth was turning up at the corners and he looked as though he was suppressing his own laughter.

“Don’t encourage them, they’ll never leave,” I scolded. “And Holly, Jack and you work together! I am pretty sure this is crossing some kind of line into a hostile working environment.”

“Do you feel hostile toward me, Jack?” she asked, turning to him.

“No, although, if you had come in earlier, I wouldn’t have felt too kindly toward you,” he answered, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I smiled at him. This was insane, but we were good.

“Awww,” Nick and Holly both said at the same time. They looked as though they were going to start getting comfortable, and I was not having it.

“It smells like sex in here,” Nick whispered to Holly, of course loud enough for us to hear. I began to blush while Jack began to chortle.

“OK, that’s it. Out!” I shouted, gathering the covers and starting to get up.

“No, no, we’ll leave. I don’t want to see any more than I need to,” Holly said, finally pushing herself off the bed.

“Speak for yourself, sister. I haven’t seen enough,” Nick muttered, also dragging himself off the bed.

“Next time, we lock them out,” Jack said, pulling me back closer to him as they made their way to the door.

“She’s got sex hair,” I heard Nick say, as they walked out.

“Well, dur. Didn’t you hear all the screaming?” she giggled back. “‘Night, kids,” she stated, closing the door behind her. I grabbed a sheet as I jumped out of bed immediately, crossing to the door and locking it quickly.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as I stood by the door for a few seconds.

I held up my hand to him, motioning for him to be quiet. Sure enough, not seconds had gone by when I saw the knob begin to turn.

“Dammit, they locked it,” I heard Holly whisper.

“I didn’t think she would take it so hard,” Nick whispered back. I looked back at Jack, still in bed.

“That’s what he said!” we both yelled, and we heard them both run back downstairs, one of them tripping and hitting the floor with a loud smack. We both laughed.

“Sorry about that,” I said, leaning back against the door, wrapping my sheet more tightly around me.

“No problem. Now get that sweet ass back into this bed before I come over there and get you,” he answered. I stared at him, his lean torso peeking out over the sheets that had settled low around his hips. He was leaning back against the headboard, my headboard, and he had never looked sexier. He gazed at me with a now familiar gleam in his eye.

“Already? Don’t you need a few minutes?” I asked. He pulled the sheets a little lower. Nope, I guess not.

“No ma’am. I am good to go,” he answered, raising his hand and curling his finger back and forth in a come-hither gesture.

Suddenly, I loved the fact that he was only twenty-four.

Yeah, I just bet you do …

Chapter 13

That night went down (pun intended and acknowledged) in history, forever known as: Hamilton: 5 / Sheridan: Lost Track After 17. It was probably the best night I ever spent in a bed with a man.

And on the floor with a man.

And up against the door with a man.

And, God watch over and protect us, on the floor of the closet with a man.

As the sun crept into the sky, we were lying next to each other, totally spent.

It had been like the Oral Olympics. At one point, poor Holly had actually come to the door, begging us to let her get some sleep. I couldn’t respond, being otherwise engaged in the throes of another intense orgasm, so Jack removed his mouth long enough to tel her to go away, returning to me quickly. Such chivalry.

We were facing each other on our sides, and he had his arm under my head, propping me up. My leg was thrown over his hip, my arm wrapped around his waist, trailing my fingers up and down his back. We hadn’t spoken for awhile, both of us too tired to say a word. He was pressing his lips against my face, my temples, my eyelids, my lips. He was humming softly, a tune I didn’t recognize. I let out a groan and stretched my arms over my head, arching my back, listening as my muscles let me know they were overworked. My br**sts were dangerously close to his face, and he couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on my left nipple—which responded in turn. Then his hand found my right nipple.