Just Friends

Chapter 20

Judd's POV

Eva's long blond hair was splayed out across my pillows as well as my face and neck. I smiled as my heart and my long, thick cock twitched. Listening to her deep even breaths, I snuggled closer to her so I could wrap her soft warm body up in my arms then whispered against her ear.

"Hey baby."

"Hmmm." She hummed without stirring and I chuckled.

"Get up, sleepyhead. My mom and dad are about to start making breakfast." I nudged her with my knee.

She turned over to face me with her eyes still closed. "Mph. Tell me what they're making."

I laughed at her. She was so fucking cute like this. Her groggy morning voice was half muffled by the pillow that now smelled like her shampoo. I hoped it held onto her smell so I could always remember her like this in my bed.

"Why don't you get up so we can go see? It smells so delicious..." I teased.

"I know what you're doing, Jim. If I get up out of this warm comfy bed to no breakfast, I'm gonna..." her voice drifted off as she contemplated a threat.

"What are you going to do, kick a balloon?" I challenged. "You don't have a single mean bone in that hot ass little body."

She cracked open an eye and glared at me. "Fine, but I'll be real mad at you and maybe punch you some."

I snorted. "You'll 'punch me some'? So scary."

Her head darted up in defiance and she pointed a finger at me. "I'll have you know I've been told that my punch feels like being pelted with a golf ball, so you better stop fucking laughing and watch out."

I snickered. "I don't think that was a compliment, babe." But after seeing the death glare she was giving me I quickly added, "But I am scared... please... don't..." I tried and failed to hold my shit together, and ended up breaking into a laugh at her seriousness.

Consequently, she lurched up and landed a million little fast punches all over my chest which only made me laugh harder at her.

"Oh my God, it feels exactly like little golfballs are raining down on me."

Eva's laugh broke through her stern, furrow-browed face as she collapsed beside me in a fit of giggles; our bodies tangled in the covers of my bed.

"Alright, so my girlfriend can't throw a punch, but she's humorously grouchy in the morning."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"And hot as hell," I added, both meaning it and avoiding another chance of golfball rain.

I earned an Eva eye roll as well as a blush she tried to hide as she pulled the blanket up to her neck.

"Well your hot ass girlfriend wants the Swanson family breakfast you woke me up for," she sassed.

My chest swelled and I ran a hand through her hair. "I like the sound of that. Say it again."

"The part about breakfast?" She grinned.

She thinks she's so sly.