Oh. Right.
“You can’t jinx the team in the first week of the season. They’ll never forgive you. I was just being a good friend.”
“A good friend.” Her voice had a curiously flat edge to it when she repeated my completely reasonable claim. I knew I was a good friend. I’d been working extra hard since I spoke to Mia. My takeaway was that I hadn’t paid enough attention to her needs. Friends were good at looking after one another. Like when Oscar needed a bird decoy. So I’d thought about what I knew about Blair and came up with one absolute. She liked coffee.
She continued to stare at me while the team disappeared down the hall toward the locker rooms.
“We’re friends… right?” I didn’t like the note of doubt that crept in when I asked it, but maybe I’d read the room wrong.
“No.”
Okay, so it had only been in my… Wait.
“Wait. No?”
“No. We’re not friends. What made you think we were?”
The answer to that was simple. I wanted to be. But as I thought more about what Mia had actually said, I realized I hadn’t taken Blair’s thoughts into account at all.
Although, I was certain she’d been imagining some very friendly things when we were on the plane earlier in the day.
“I’m going to be your friend.”
Fuck. I sounded like I was in middle school when I said it like that. But something in me wouldn’t let it go. So, I would earn her trust, whatever it took.
“Sure. Good luck with that, big guy.” Blair patted my shoulder and headed off toward the locker rooms without a backward glance.
* * *
My cock throbbedin time to the pounding of my heart as hair the color of a banked fire dragged across my chest. The scent of fresh roasted coffee beans filled my nose with a hint of sweetness to take the edge off. With a deep groan, I fisted those curly locks, guiding that soft mouth to the spot I needed her to go. A deep, feminine chuckle ghosted across the tip of my erection, denying me the pleasure I sought. Of course she was a tease.
This thing between us had been going on a lot longer than either of us had realized.
“Please.” The word came out on a hiss as she stroked her tongue along the groove of my hip. So close.
“Do you still think we’re friends?”
“I’d do anything to make it friends with benefits right now.”
She hummed, and the vibration shot straight through me, taking me right to the edge.
I tried to guide her head the rest of the way, but her hair was no longer in my fist.
She stood over my body, gloriously naked, but somehow blurred. Her silhouette was exactly as I remembered it when I’d held her for that brief moment, but I couldn’t see details.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, palming my erection and giving it a few pumps to relieve the ache.
She dropped to her knees, hovering over my fist as she leaned in and took my earlobe between her teeth.
“Liar.”
She sat down hard, taking me all the way inside her.
I came awake with a shout, my body shuddering through an orgasm like a preteen, whose balls had just dropped. What the fuck kind of twenty-six-year-old had a wet dream? I glared at my dick like it was personally responsible for my dreams.
Seriously, dude?
I hadn’t forgotten the star of the dream, either. It was all Mia’s fault for putting the thought in my mind. Blair was someone I’d like to pursue a friendship with, not a relationship.
