“Good thinking. Then you will be used to my snoring and my sleep habits.”
“Sleep habits?”
“I sleep naked.”
“Oh c’mon!” I groan as I stomp like a child.
“I’ll wear boxers, just for you. Although, I’ve never heard the request to put my pants on while I’m in bed,” he mumbles.
“This is going to be a long three weeks, isn’t it?” I run my hand over my face.
Chapter Two
Dean
I haven’t slept in boxers or any clothing since I was much younger. I always sleep naked. Sure, if there was a catastrophe, I’d be baring my all to the world as I high tail it out of bed, but at least up until that moment, I would have been sleeping soundly.
And right now, I can’t fall asleep.
Whether it’s the fact that Kaley is curled in a ball on the other side of the bed in a thin tank top and booty shorts or it’s because I’m wearing boxers and trying to fall asleep.
I feel confined. And my body is restless.
I listen to Kaley’s breathing and hear that she’s inhaling and exhaling in an evened rhythm. She’ll never know that I slept in a bed in the buff. I’m awake before she is usually, anyway.
No harm, no foul.
“Dean!” A panicked voice squeals next to me. I wake with my arms wrapped around Kaley and my stiffness is pressing into her thigh.
Shit!
I fake that I’m still in sleep state and mumble against her skin.
“Yes mom, just five more minutes.”
“Dean! Get your stupid ass up and off me and put on some goddamned clothes, so help me God!”
“Relax. Relax. It’s the middle of the night, I’m sleeping Kale.”
“I was sleeping too until your anaconda came and started slithering on my leg.”
Chuckling, I smile against her hair. I breathe her in, she smells like cherries and sunflowers. Her body wiggles as she tries to pull herself from my grasp but my arms wrap tighter around her again keeping her in place. Knowing that her movement isn’t helping the state of my cock.
“My anaconda, eh?” I laugh.
I roll over onto my back, releasing her.
“It slithered or tapped me, that’s what woke me up. Seriously, why are you not wearing anything? You promised. Wait, didn’t you go to bed wearing clothes? I remember there being clothes on your lower half.” She covers her eyes with her hand.
“The boxers were constricting me, I couldn’t fall asleep. I felt suffocated. I need to breathe. My body likes to breathe. It’s in clothes all day long.” I reply. “Can we just go back to sleep? I got to be up in a few hours to hit the gym.”
She sighs and emits a small ‘yeah asshole’ as she rolls back over to her side with her back to me.
“Stay on your side, anaconda,” she warns. “We’re going to talk about this later.”
Victory is mine!
I go about my normal routine for the next few days.
Training. Team meeting. Breakfast on the go. Class. Lunch. Special teams meeting. Practice. Dinner. More training. Home. Homework. Snack. Push-ups.
I crawl into bed beside a sleeping Kaley around midnight and don’t even think twice when I remove my boxers. I roll over onto my side, pass out, and start the same routine the following day.
On Friday night, we had a home game against Old Miss U and I’m reeling from the win as I walk into the apartment. Exhausted and nearly forgetting that her family is here until I use my key to engage the lock. I slowly open the door, take a deep breath and then am greeted by five sets of eyes.
“Is this the infamous Dean?” An older version of Kaley asks, clearly her mother.
I step forward, my hand extended and she grasps my hand to pull me into a hug. I pat her back awkwardly as she releases me and her husband, Kaley’s father, approaches with his hand stretched my way.
“Nice to meet you son, I’m ashamed to say, but we only knew you two were romantically involved fairly recently, however we have known of you for some time.”
“Nice to meet you, sir.” I say firmly.
“This is our youngest, Maddie.” Mrs. Valentine says as she’s extending her arm toward a mirror image of Kaley, but clearly much younger.
I smile and wave as Kaley comes to stand beside me. I lean down, kiss her cheek and wrap my arm around her waist. She doesn’t flinch, and doesn’t push me away, but wraps her arm around my middle in return.
So far, so good.
“Good game?” She asks looking at me with a drunk looking smile.
“We won.”
“You didn’t go out afterwards with the team?” She blinks.
“I knew your parents were coming in tonight, since you couldn’t be at the game.” I lie.
Kaley has only come to three of my games, she’s not really a football fan, so she wouldn’t have come anyway. She doesn’t understand much of sports, and I’m okay with that.
“What position do you play?” Mr. Valentine asks me.
“I play defensive safety, sir.” I say proudly.
“I’ll give you a safety.” Maddie says under her breath. Kaley’s head swings to her sister, her mouth open and eyes wide as Maddie coughs and pretends to pick off the invisible lint on her leggings.
I laugh and squeeze Kaley’s side. What’s that even mean?
“We were just about to get out of here. It’s really alright that Maddie stays here with you guys?” Mrs. Valentine questions looking between the two of us. “We wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Yes ma’am. We have the extra room and no one has leased the room yet.” I say effortlessly.
She presses her hands together, looks at her husband, and then they begin to walk towards the door. As they reach for the knob, they turn and glare at Maddie.
“Be respectful, Mads. This is their home. You don’t go parading around here like you own it. Be presentable, none of that walking around without pants shit that you try to pull at home.” Mr. Valentine points at his youngest as she nods in agreement.
“We’ll see you folks for breakfast. Dean, I sure hope that you can join us.”
I nod my head as Kaley goes to stand beside her sister. Their parents leave and I turn to the sisters.
“So, I met the folks for the first time. I always thought that would be a lot harder. I mean they weren’t scary at all.” I smile, retreating to the kitchen.
“They’re on their best behavior. Dad didn’t want to fuck up and make their prized daughter never speak to them. They want her to come home and visit for the holidays, so you’ll only get their best behavior while we’re here.” Maddie says matter-of-factly, arms crossed and a voice full of venom. Whoa, there’s some history there. “I’m sure they’re doing plenty of speculating and writing down questions to grill Kaley with over the phone.”
“Why don’t you ever go home?” I ask, turning to Kaley.
“Mom and Dad don’t exactly agree with my views.”
“Elaborate please?”
“They wanted her to go to seminary school, be a part of the church. Not go to a college out of town and major in food.” Maddie informs.