“Do it,” I said, pushing him up so I could watch him fall apart. He was right in saying we didn’t know everything about each other, and while I’d regret this later, right now I wanted to see his face.Neededto see his face. His brows angled together, his mouth became tight, and his jaw...fuck.It was sexy as hell seeing him fight the moans.
He tried but failed. He groaned my name over and over, and he emptied inside me. He stilled, his weight resting on me, and I ran my fingers up and down his back. The post-sex daze would end and soon, and I wanted this to last longer to avoid whatever would happen. Because we had unspoken things to talk about, and I wasn’t ready. Not even a little bit.
Matt lifted his head and smiled down at me, the gesture not uncommon, but the amount of butterflies in my gut doubled at the sweetness on his face. “Can’t believe I just fucked you.”
“You definitely did.”
“It was good too.” He nipped at my bottom lip before pulling out and using an old T-shirt to wipe between my legs. “My toes are tingling. Mytoes.”
I giggled and sat up. I liked post-sex Matt so far. “That makes it better than justgood.”
“Oh, hit a sore spot, you competitive weirdo?” he teased, making the pang in my chest grow. How was he being playful right now? I assumed he’d shut down and want to talk it out, and I’d be forced to say things that’d hurt him. But this… damn.
It was unexpected. It unnerved me. The guyI grew up withwas predictable and reliable, one of the reasons he was so important to me. Yet, this behavior was off-brand.
The whole night was actually. The guy I’d known for fifteen years had surprised me, and it left me unsettled. I thought I knew almost everything about him when I surely didn’t. The urge to know more hit me hard.
CHAPTER SIX
Matt
This weekend was it. After we returned home, I’d make up excuses to not see her. Or I could move and change my name. I could get a new job teaching and coaching on the East Coast—I had buddies from college there. Or I could delete my number and go off the grid. Any of those options would be far easier than trying to dodge my very persistent friend, but I had to. I knew how she tasted when she came, how she kissed, and what it felt like being inside her. Remaining herbest buddywasn’t an option for me anymore. I was fucked.
Even now, we both lay on our sleeping bags after getting ready for bed, and I wanted every fucking thing she’d give me.For the weekend.Our fingers were an inch from each other’s, but her pinky kept grazing mine until I intertwined our fingers. I wasn’t under any impression we’d be more than friends who fucked during a camping trip one weekend. But it was easy to let my mind wander and imagine us together for real.
If we were really a couple who went on trips together, stayed at each other’s places, spent holidays buying too many presents and decorating the tree. We could do all the things we did now but naked.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.
What a dangerous question. I laughed. “Not really sure. It’s a mess in there, but pictures of you naked keep popping up.”
She laughed like I wanted her to. She moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. She shivered, and I pulled the sleeping bag over us. The winter weather wasn’t too bad in the southeast, but the chill crept in. Our bodies were certainly warm enough to keep us cozy. We were in a full-on post-sex cuddle session. “I can’t believe we did… what we did,” she said.
No, no, no.My throat tightened. “Mads, baby, you know I love you, but I can’t deal with any sort of talk right now.”Cause it’ll ruin everything.“I’m tired, and it’s been a day.”
She tensed and tried to pull back, so I moved my arm to keep her close to me. There was a countdown to our time together, and I wanted to touch her every single second I had with her. She shifted again, and I pinned her harder. “No, stay with me.”
She settled. “So, no talking, just cuddles?”
“Yes,” I said, turning my head to press a quick kiss on her temple. “Now go to sleep.”
She sighed before snuggling me even more and using me as her personal sleep pillow. She once bought a pregnancy pillow because she loved having something between her thighs at night. Terrible thing to tell a guy lusting for her, but she tossed her leg over me to do just that, and I was content. She was the sexiest woman I knew. Every deep breath or little snort or movement kept me awake, but this was something I’d dreaded and dreamed about.
Dreaded because it wouldn’t last. Dreamed because I fucking loved her. Not just in theI’ve known you forevertype of way but in the,I’d fucking marry you and spend my life making you smiletype of way.
I knew agreeing to this trip would change us. Now, I just had to figure out how to survive when it was over.
* * *
I woke up hot and sweaty and hard as a fucking rock. Last night was unreal, a literal dream. I’d slept with my best friend, the woman I’d loved for years, and she’d enjoyed it. Nothing compared to this feeling—utter bliss. Even though I knew it’d end, that didn’t take away from the fact she slept in my arms, her naked chest pressed against my side. I could die happy, knowing how she tasted. I eyed my watch, annoyed we’d have to partake in activities her stepsister prepared when I wanted to stay in the tent with Maddie instead.
My sigh must’ve woken her. Maddie stirred against me and yawned, long and dramatic. The sound made me smile. It was soher.
She snuggled closer to me. “Good morning, Mims.”
“Morning,” I barked, figuring out how I could somehow jerk one before going on a hike with the whole group. I knew getting a taste of Maddie would cause an unyielding hunger. Shame on me for thinking I could act normal and be chill about everything. I had zero expectation anything would happen again. I couldn’t. I’d just end up hurt or frustrated when I’d rather enjoy the weekend with her before I put distance between us. I patted her shoulder before saying, “We should uh, get going, hm? Becky will want us ready in our matching Santa shirts today.”
“Hm.”
