“I’ve seen your half naked body, Shea. I think everyone has.”
“Ah, the Jockey ad. That shit was so fake.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, they photoshopped my body left and right.”
“Really?!” she asked. He didn’t have the abs? The v-cut? Was all that fake?
“Yeah, I’m ripped, but I have a bunch of scars and shit,” he said as he climbed into the bed on the left side.
“Scars?”
“Yeah. I was a busy child and I got hurt a lot in my younger years.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So you being self-conscious about your body, shit, you should see mine,” he said with a shake of his head as he pulled the blankets over his body.
“You’re self-conscious? Shea Adler? You?”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, “I get nervous when I take my clothes off in front of women, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m a freak. My scars aren’t pretty.”
“I wouldn’t think you’re a freak,” Elli whispered as she played with her nails.
“And I wouldn’t think you’re fat.”
“Whatever.” Shea reached over, pulling her against him.
“So when do I get to see those undies?” Elli laughed, trying to get away from him, but he wasn’t letting go.
“Shea! Let me go!” she giggled as she fought against him. He got on top her, pinning her legs down with a shit-eating grin on his face. He folded his arms across his chest, and looked down at her.
“I won’t touch, I promise,” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll show you my panties, but only a little. You aren’t seeing my bra though, since I would have to show you my tummy.”
“Fine, get on with it,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Elli rolled her eyes, then bit her lip as she brought her hands to the top of her boxers. Her tank went over the top of her boxers, so she knew her tummy was covered before bringing them down to show him the big purple six that covered her mound. A slow sexy grin went across his face as his eyes skimmed her body, what little she showed at least.
“The logo is on my butt; above it says ‘Adler’.”
“Mm…that’s hot, babe.” She giggled, biting her lip harder.
“Is that a hockey stick?” he said looking down at the tattoo that covered her hip. She smiled.
“It is.” He smiled as he looked his fill. He then rolled off of her, to her side. Elli pulled her shorts up, and turned to face him.
“Show me a scar?” she asked. He thought for a second, then lifted his arm, pulling the tee up so she could see a jagged scar with holes where stitches had been at one point.
“Oh, my,” she said, running her finger over it.
“Yeah, I broke my shoulder when I was 10; this kid slammed me into the boards, hard. It sucked.”
“They all look like that?” It was gruesome, but she didn’t care.
“Yeah, I have this really bad one across my stomach. I was playing one on one against this bad kid in my neighborhood. We wagered hockey cards to the winner, and well, I won. He had broken his stick on the last shot he had tried and he ended up stabbing me with the stick.”
“Shut up!”
“No, really. It was bad. Grace was screaming, and my mom was freaking out. When my dad found out about it, he went after the kid’s dad. It was really scary.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Elli said with wide eyes, “How old were you?”
“16.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” Shea said with a nod. He looked down and smiled. She looked too, seeing her breast practically hanging out.
“Nice.”
“Ass!” she gushed, smacking his chest as she pulled her tank up some. “I didn’t plan on sleeping here, thank you, or I would have worn footed PJs.” That had him laughing, and she soon joined in.
“Okay, go to sleep,” she said, closing her eyes.
“No goodnight kiss?” Elli opened her eyes and Shea was grinning at her. He slid his hand to her ass and brought her closer to him.
“Please.”
“I guess,” she muttered just as their lips met. It was a sweet kiss that ended faster than Elli would have liked, but she knew they were both tired and things had to stay G-rated. He gave her a small smile before wrapping her up in his arms and closing his eyes. Elli watched him for a moment, his eyelashes touching his high cheek bones, his crooked nose, and the dusting of hair of his hard jaw.
God, he was gorgeous.
Elli smiled and closed her eyes, thinking just how great it was to be lying in bed with Shea Adler.
Shea woke up to Elli walking across the bedroom, fully dressed. Something was wrong with this picture. The way he imagined it was that she would be lying beside him, all sleepy and sexy. But nope, she was fully dressed, ready to go. She glanced over at the bed and gave him a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Elli asked coming towards the bed. She sat on the edge, looking down at him with a small smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of slacks with a lacey top. Her br**sts were peeking out a little, making his already hard shaft even harder.
“No baby, come here,” he said, pulling her down next to him, kissing her neck, since he wasn’t sure if he had morning breath.
“You were supposed to be sleeping next to me when I woke up,” he mumbled against her neck.
“I need go to work.”
“Ah, the Jockey ad. That shit was so fake.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, they photoshopped my body left and right.”
“Really?!” she asked. He didn’t have the abs? The v-cut? Was all that fake?
“Yeah, I’m ripped, but I have a bunch of scars and shit,” he said as he climbed into the bed on the left side.
“Scars?”
“Yeah. I was a busy child and I got hurt a lot in my younger years.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So you being self-conscious about your body, shit, you should see mine,” he said with a shake of his head as he pulled the blankets over his body.
“You’re self-conscious? Shea Adler? You?”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, “I get nervous when I take my clothes off in front of women, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m a freak. My scars aren’t pretty.”
“I wouldn’t think you’re a freak,” Elli whispered as she played with her nails.
“And I wouldn’t think you’re fat.”
“Whatever.” Shea reached over, pulling her against him.
“So when do I get to see those undies?” Elli laughed, trying to get away from him, but he wasn’t letting go.
“Shea! Let me go!” she giggled as she fought against him. He got on top her, pinning her legs down with a shit-eating grin on his face. He folded his arms across his chest, and looked down at her.
“I won’t touch, I promise,” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll show you my panties, but only a little. You aren’t seeing my bra though, since I would have to show you my tummy.”
“Fine, get on with it,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Elli rolled her eyes, then bit her lip as she brought her hands to the top of her boxers. Her tank went over the top of her boxers, so she knew her tummy was covered before bringing them down to show him the big purple six that covered her mound. A slow sexy grin went across his face as his eyes skimmed her body, what little she showed at least.
“The logo is on my butt; above it says ‘Adler’.”
“Mm…that’s hot, babe.” She giggled, biting her lip harder.
“Is that a hockey stick?” he said looking down at the tattoo that covered her hip. She smiled.
“It is.” He smiled as he looked his fill. He then rolled off of her, to her side. Elli pulled her shorts up, and turned to face him.
“Show me a scar?” she asked. He thought for a second, then lifted his arm, pulling the tee up so she could see a jagged scar with holes where stitches had been at one point.
“Oh, my,” she said, running her finger over it.
“Yeah, I broke my shoulder when I was 10; this kid slammed me into the boards, hard. It sucked.”
“They all look like that?” It was gruesome, but she didn’t care.
“Yeah, I have this really bad one across my stomach. I was playing one on one against this bad kid in my neighborhood. We wagered hockey cards to the winner, and well, I won. He had broken his stick on the last shot he had tried and he ended up stabbing me with the stick.”
“Shut up!”
“No, really. It was bad. Grace was screaming, and my mom was freaking out. When my dad found out about it, he went after the kid’s dad. It was really scary.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Elli said with wide eyes, “How old were you?”
“16.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” Shea said with a nod. He looked down and smiled. She looked too, seeing her breast practically hanging out.
“Nice.”
“Ass!” she gushed, smacking his chest as she pulled her tank up some. “I didn’t plan on sleeping here, thank you, or I would have worn footed PJs.” That had him laughing, and she soon joined in.
“Okay, go to sleep,” she said, closing her eyes.
“No goodnight kiss?” Elli opened her eyes and Shea was grinning at her. He slid his hand to her ass and brought her closer to him.
“Please.”
“I guess,” she muttered just as their lips met. It was a sweet kiss that ended faster than Elli would have liked, but she knew they were both tired and things had to stay G-rated. He gave her a small smile before wrapping her up in his arms and closing his eyes. Elli watched him for a moment, his eyelashes touching his high cheek bones, his crooked nose, and the dusting of hair of his hard jaw.
God, he was gorgeous.
Elli smiled and closed her eyes, thinking just how great it was to be lying in bed with Shea Adler.
Shea woke up to Elli walking across the bedroom, fully dressed. Something was wrong with this picture. The way he imagined it was that she would be lying beside him, all sleepy and sexy. But nope, she was fully dressed, ready to go. She glanced over at the bed and gave him a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Elli asked coming towards the bed. She sat on the edge, looking down at him with a small smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of slacks with a lacey top. Her br**sts were peeking out a little, making his already hard shaft even harder.
“No baby, come here,” he said, pulling her down next to him, kissing her neck, since he wasn’t sure if he had morning breath.
“You were supposed to be sleeping next to me when I woke up,” he mumbled against her neck.
“I need go to work.”
