A tear streaked down her cheek. “I struggled, too. I’ve never felt so alone as I have during the last two years. I wish I’d known what I know now. I would have done things so differently, Axel.”
I swiped away the tears running down her cheek with the pads of my thumbs. “I know you would. And I know you’re going through a lot right now. And I’m grateful to have you back in my life. I’m done being pissed off about what happened.”
“Me too. And I’ll go back to North Carolina and see how it feels to compete again with Wrax, but I promise you, I’m not leaving you. We can talk every single day just like we used to. I want my best friend back.”
“You’ve got me, Wren. Haven’t I shown you that?” I asked as I tucked her long wet golden hair behind her ears.
“Yes. But you’re holding back, and I get it. But I just freaking dry-humped you like a cat in heat.”
“You can do that anytime you want.”
“So why didn’t you take things further?” She stepped back, glancing down at the obvious tent in my jeans.
“I don’t want to do anything to push you away again. I just got you back.”
She nodded. “I think last time we put a whole lot of expectations on it. We made all sorts of promises, and then everything blew up around us. Maybe this time, we just enjoy our time together. You know, like best friends with benefits.”
I had to laugh. “Didn’t think that was your thing.”
“I haven’t had sex in two years. I don’t think I even have a thing anymore. I know that I liked what just happened out there in the water with you.” She sighed.
“And you don’t think sex will complicate our friendship?” We’d been apart for two years, yet we’d picked up right where we’d left off. It almost felt like no time had passed now that she was here.
“Maybe we don’t have sex. We just, you know—there’s other ways to feel good without taking it too far.”
My dick threatened to tear through the zipper of my jeans, and I shifted on my feet, attempting to adjust my throbbing cock. “Fuck, Wren. You can’t say shit like that. Not when I’m hard as steel.”
She smiled. “You made me feel good. Let me make you feel good. No sex. No expectations. Just you and me.”
I tried to hold my shit together when she dropped to her knees right there on the private beach in front of my house. She reached up and unbuttoned my jeans before shoving them down my legs, along with my wet briefs. My cock sprang free immediately, and her eyes widened.
It was sexy as hell, seeing her down on her knees in nothing but her bra and panties, her wet hair hanging over her shoulders.
She licked her lips, and I nearly came right there. Her dark eyes looked up at me, as if she was asking for permission.
“I want you wearing my hat when you wrap your lips around my cock,” I said, my voice unwavering as I pulled it from my head and dropped it on hers.
She nodded, a wicked grin on her face. “Better?”
“Fucking perfect,” I said. “Now let’s see if you can suck a cock as well as you can ride a horse.”
Her gaze locked with mine before she leaned forward.
Her tongue moved to the tip of my dick, circling it in a slow, sensual motion. I watched her intently, my hat sitting on top of her head as her lips wrapped around my length and she started to move.
Slow at first.
So fucking sexy, watching her lips slide up and down my shaft. Her tongue swirled around as her hands moved to my hips, nails digging into my skin as a groan escaped me.
“Fuck, Wren. Just like that,” I growled.
She took me deeper. Over and over again.
I bucked into her sweet, wet mouth, and she continued to suck and lick. Nothing had ever felt better.
My legs started to shake as one of her hands moved to my balls, giving them a little squeeze, and that was all it took. I knocked the hat off her head and gripped her hair in my fist as I thrust again and again.
“So fucking good,” I hissed.
