Enough time had passed that I could take medicine again. “Pills.”
“Okay, okay. Shh, it’s okay. I’m here,” he said frantically, scrambling to open the pill bottle on my desk. “How many?”
“Four,” I said, going full prescription dose for how bad my pain was. Guy handed me the pills and opened my water bottle. He reached down and turned my heating pad back on, then got back in bed behind me. His big body was so cramped against that wall, but he didn’t say a word about it.
“Is it always this bad?”
“Most times, yeah. It’s getting worse the older I get.”
“Poor Birdy.” He kissed my hair again. “That must be so hard.”
I turned over to face him, and he held me tight to his chest. I was shivering and sweating from the exertion of the searing pain.
“Have you seen a doctor for it?” Guy asked.
“Not really. I just figured it was my curse.”
“Will you promise me you’ll go see someone? I’ll take you if I have to. I don’t think this is normal, Kitty.” I heard the fear in his voice and knew he was thinking of his mom’s ovarian cancer.
“Yeah. I’ll go.”
“Thank you. I can’t stand that you’re hurting this bad.” Silence passed between us as I waited for the meds to start kicking in.
Guy stroked my hair and nuzzled my forehead, pressing kisses between my eyebrows. His voice was quiet and gravelly when he spoke next. “Would it help if I touched you, Kitty?”
He was already touching me in almost every way, his body completely surrounding me. His legs tangled with mine, his arms a tight hug around my upper body. His lower bicep was my pillow. It would seem he didn’t mean just physically putting hishands on me. He meant putting his hands on methere.
“I want to help you feel better. If that will help, I’m glad to do it, Birdy.”
But what would it mean? Would he kiss me? Did it mean he loved me more than as a friend? Would it mean he wanted me to touch him, too? I did want to. This would be crossing a line that our friendship may never come back from.
“Do you want to touch me like that?” I asked, barely a whisper.
Guy sucked in a shaky breath. “Yeah, Kitty. I do.”
I took an equally wobbly inhale. “Then yes.”
Gently, Guy shifted me so I was on my back. “Okay if I touch you other places and kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Guy’s mouth suspended over mine for a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind. Then his lips dropped to mine for the first time in years, sweet and soft. I gripped the back of his neck, drawing him into me as our lips sampled once, twice, then he stayed with me, our tongues meeting. Guy’s hand traveled down my body to the hem of my shirt, then crept up my bare skin.
“So soft, Birdy,” he whispered against my lips. His mouth worked against my throat as his fingers grazed the underside of my boob, my nipples puckering immediately. His touches were feather-light, maddening. He dragged his fingers lightly around my nipples before giving me the touch I craved. He peeled my shirt up to have full access to my breasts in the dark, teasing his mouth over the pebbled peaks. Under the cover of the dark, it was easier to accept what we were doing. Completely sober. We’d worked ourselves into a place where we couldn’t do something so intimate, yet there we were doing it.
Every nerve ending in my body was on full alert as his touch drew me out. I knew I was wet, and not from blood. His tongue flicked over my nipple again and I breathed out his name. He gave a tortured growl.
“Okay if I take my shirt off? I want to feel your skin,” he said.
“Fuck yeah.” The shape of him rose up on his knees and swiped his shirt off with one clean pull. I leaned up and let him yank my shirt off, too. When we crashed back together, the reality of what we were doing and what it meant faded, driven only by our bodies and need and years of wanting. His hair tickled my cheek as we kissed again, his body lined up over mine. My bare breasts smashed into his chest and though they were sore, it hurt so good. I curled my hips out of instinct, finding him hard in his sweatpants. He rubbed back against me, his erection hitting me just right. Guy moaned my name into my ear, pulling my earlobe into his mouth and pinching it between his canines. One hand was lodged under my neck, thumb stroking my throat, while the other explored my bare skin.
“My legs are hot,” I said, my sweatpants suddenly suffocating me. Guy sat back and tore them down my legs, shedding his own as well. We were down to just underwear. Somehow we went from friends who cuddled to friends who ripped off each other’s clothes in the throes of passion. He quickly arranged himself on top of me.
“You okay, Birdy?”
“Yes,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his hips. “More.”
He groaned again, grinding his erection along my seam. Even the thin layers of our underwear seemed like too much. I needed all of him. Nothing would be enough until I had him inside my body. Moisture pooled where precum leaked from his tip. Or maybe that was my own wetness. He continued rolling his hips slowly, his cock against my clit. I made my hand into a fist and captured his tip in it as he pressed forward.
