Luke is only seconds behind me. He groans into my hair, his hands gripping my ass as he spills inside the condom. His thrusts slow, then stop, as we both collapse against each other.
For a moment, we just cling to each other, sweaty and breathing hard.
Holy shit.
That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
But soon, as the haze of the orgasm dissipates, in its place comes a terrifying clarity.
Luke and I just had sex.
He’s my friend.
The one guy in my life who seemed to believe I have something more to offer the world than a quick fuck.
And that’s what I just gave him anyway.
What have I done?
Shit, I know exactly what I’ve done. I’ve just ruined our friendship.
As I ease myself off his cock, I can’t meet his eyes. I scramble to put my clothes back to rights and smooth my hair down.
“Um, so. I have the day off tomorrow,” I say, zipping up my jeans. “See you Thursday, then.”
When I go to open the passenger door, his hand closes around my wrist.
“Wait up,” he says. “I’ll walk you to your front door.”
“Not necessary!” I chirp, overly-cheerful. “Just stay there. And keep an eye on that cut. See ya.”
I all but run to my front door. I fumble with my keys but eventually unlock the door without giving into the temptation to look back at his truck, still idling right in front of my house.
I push open the front door and close it quickly behind me.
Inside, nothing is different. Buster comes for his sweet doggy greeting. Dad is snoring in his recliner. The TV is playing an infomercial for a set of steak knives.
Nothing in my life has changed.
So why does it feel like everything has?
CHAPTER 10
Broke
Idon’t sleep well that night. I toss and turn, going through our encounter in my mind over and over again.
Luke’s hands on me. His kiss. The intense, passionate way he fucked me.
I flop onto my back and let out a sigh. I know what happens from here. A guy will chase and chase until he gets what he wants, and then he loses interest.
All that simmering tension comes to a boiling point, and then there’s nothing left for it to do but cool off.
By the time the sun is up, I’m just as tired as if I’d never gone to sleep at all. But I pad downstairs to let Buster out, to which he woofs gratefully. Next, I put on a pot of coffee for me and Dad and give Buster a fresh bowl of water. After that, I start cracking some eggs into a bowl and sprinkling salt and pepper on top.
There’s a yawn behind me. “Morning, honey,” Dad says.
“Morning, Dad.” I give him a side hug as I pop a couple of pieces of toast in the toaster. Buster scratches at the back door, so I let him back in. “Want an egg white omelette?”
