Dirty Power by Ashley Bartlett

asked.
    “Shit.”
    “I asked you to do two things, Ryan,” Reese said.
    “I woke up Coop.”
    “That was the first thing.” She said it real slow.
    “But I forgot the coffee,” he said.
    “I figured that part out.”
    “I want coffee,” I said.
    Ryan sighed. “Fine. I’ll go get coffee.”
    “Can’t we just get room service?” I asked.
    “Princess wants a cappuccino,” Ryan said. “And it just has to be from that place down the street. Where we went yesterday.” Well, that narrowed it down.
    “Don’t worry about it.” Reese sounded all exasperated. “We can get it on the way.”
    “No, no, darling sister of mine. If you want a cappuccino, I will get you a cappuccino.”
    “Stop. It’s too late,” she said.
    “Nope.” Ryan stood up. “I’m already going.” He went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
    “You’re an idiot.”
    “An idiot who’s getting you coffee,” he called over the running water.
    “Whatever.” Reese rolled her eyes.
    “Later. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Ryan grinned and left.
    “He’s dumb,” Reese said. I just shrugged. Non-committal was the best way to go. Keeping up with Reese’s moods was way too hard.
    Reese dug around in the dresser until she found a pair of jeans. Somehow, her wardrobe had tripled since leaving Chicago. Ryan and I had given her the dresser since we were still living on the same two pairs of jeans.
    I probably should have gotten in the shower. I probably should have pulled on pants and gone with Ryan. I probably should have done anything except sit in bed. I definitely shouldn’t have stayed there trying to get a glimpse of the underwear Reese was picking out for the day. And when Reese looked at me, hesitated, and dropped her towel, I really shouldn’t have watched.
    Fuck me, that girl looked good naked. Like, really fucking good.
    I was helpless. All I could do was sit there and watch. Look at the carved plane of her stomach. Stare at the hint of pink in her nipples. Salivate ’cause I knew how her collarbones tasted. My eyes dropped to her cunt. That was when she realized I was watching. She acted like she hadn’t noticed, just turned so I was looking at her ass instead. Not that I was going to complain.
    My view was seriously interrupted when she pulled on something silky and girly that was supposed to be underwear. No. The view was still good. I wasn’t getting the full frontal. Just a side view. The slope and subtle softness of her tits. The roundness of her ass. How did she get such a perfect ass?
    “Stop it,” Reese said.
    “Stop what?” I tossed the remainder of my orange into the bucket. I tried to be cool when I climbed out of bed, but I realized I was soaking wet. There’s no cool way to see if your boxers are damp.
    “Staring.”
    “I wasn’t staring.” My heart was pounding so hard and fast I was going to suffocate. My hands were shaking. I was so turned on, standing was a challenge.
    “Whatever.”
    “I’m going to shower,” I said. It was a lie. I was gonna jack off. The only time I’d gotten turned on in the last four months had been when I met Alexis DiGiovanni. And that had only been because she had a striking resemblance to her cousin. Not exactly orgasm worthy. The real thing was so much better. Because right then, after looking at Reese, my body was very much alive. And I needed to come. Bad. But Reese didn’t need to know that.
    “Fine. I’m going to go meet Ryan,” she said.
    “Cool.”
    I dug into my duffle and pulled out a pair of jeans. I didn’t even look up at her. I didn’t need to. The image of her in all her naked hotness was burned into my flesh. The picture expanded with memories of her above me, beneath me, arched and begging to come. My clit started throbbing. My stomach hollowed. Fuck.
    I walked into the bathroom. Tossed my jeans onto the counter. Brushed my teeth. Waited for her to leave.
    “I’m going downstairs.” Reese tossed her towel into the bathroom.
    “’Kay.