All because of us

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Lexie POV:

Right when I'm about to speak up, because my mind unfortunately can never stop overthinking, my stomach grumbles loudly.

Not a normal loud where you think you can get away with it—no. More like grumbling as a damn dinosaur loud.

Palming my face from embarrassment, a groan slips from my lips as Bren starts laughing making our bodies bounce up and down.

"Hungry?" He says between laughs.

"Starving." I whisper rolling my eyes.

The party just died down. We came up to change since we never went upstairs when we got home.

One thing led to another and Bren couldn't help himself making me feel good for a fourth time tonight. I would say he's an overachiever but that's completely underrated. Sometimes he only cares about pleasuring me and I have to remind him that I want to make him feel good too.

"I'll get you something then." He stands fixing his obvious boner in his sweatpants and throws me a shirt from his dresser to put on.

Specifically grey sweatpants.

I catch it and put it on reading the graphics as it says Sublime. One of our favorite bands to listen together.

I put my clothes that are on the floor in my bag. He wasted no time in shedding the rest of my clothing. Said something on the lines of:

"you look so fucking good in my jersey, it's a dream. I just need another taste. Please. You in my jersey and nothing else."

And who am I to take away a boys dream? It didn't last though because he wanted me wholly bare to him instead.

I use the bathroom in the mean time and clean myself up. Walking back out I see an array of food laid out on top of the bed on a tray.

"I didn't know what you wanted so I brought multiple options."

"Thank you." I turn my head to look at him and notice him completely naked. My eyebrows rise "Bren?" I gasp covering my eyes and mouth with my hands. I don't know why I'm doing that when I've seen all of him already.

"Just showing you what you can also eat." He grins wiggling his brows and lays down on the bed next to the tray of food, laying his head on his hand, his elbow propped on a pillow. My eyes deceive me and trail down from his lips to his luscious abs all the way down to his prominent dick saluting me. Holy fuck. This man is seriously crazy.

Am I dreaming? This is only the shit I read in books. And trust me, I've read many books.

He clears his throat and my cheeks warm up as my eyes look back to his own. He's biting his lip, trying hard not to laugh. He definitely got me surprised.

Without thinking any further I pounce on him, landing on his stomach as he falls flat against his back howling in laughter. The tray staying in tact and I look back and grab the jar of peanut butter opening it and picking up the spoon and scooping some out.

He brought all the ingredients to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich—my favorite night time snack.

"Mmmm" I moan tasting the salty goodness on my tongue. Creamy Peter Pan peanut butter is my favorite. "Thank you."