I shrug. “Not much to tell. The usual accidents, falls, and crashes. I worked a double to cover for Ken, then came home and slept right through until you knocked on the door.”
This feels nice, discussing our days. I hope it’s the beginning of a new pattern. As friends, we’ve always just picked up where we left off, regardless of how much time had passed since we saw each other last, but this feels like a deeper connection. Something more intimate. That’s how I want things to be with him.
Gabe drops his fork and wipes his mouth on a napkin. “So,” he says. “I’m curious. I admitted that I’ve wanted you ever since I walked in on… you know.” He gives me a meaningful look, and I blush, recalling the incident vividly. I couldn’t look him in the eye for a week afterward. “It’s only fair that you tell me how long you’ve seen me as more than a friend.”
“Why do you want to know?” My insides clench at the thought of admitting how long I’ve lusted after him. I’m not sure I’m ready to be that honest yet. It’s a little embarrassing.
He glances down, fidgeting uncomfortably. “It’d be nice to know I wasn’t suffering alone.”
“Is it enough to say you weren’t?”
He shakes his head. “Fess up. It’s your turn.”
I wonder how to phrase this. The truth is mortifying, but we shouldn’t start out a new relationship with falsehoods.
“High school,” I squeak. “Sam Calder made fun of my hair and you broke his nose. I had just the tiniest crush on you after that.”
“Oh, really?” He bares his teeth. “Me beating people up for you, that gets you going?”
“Not exactly. More like the fact you jumped to my defense without hesitation. Then Jenna Douglas dumped you over it and I felt so bad. She accused me of having feelings for you, and I couldn’t deny it.”
He shrugs. “She told me it was you or her, and there was no contest. I didn’t even like her that much. I was just a horny kid who wanted whatever girl I could talk into bed with me.”
I roll my eyes. “You weren’t like that. You were a serial monogamist.” I’d watched the stream of girls come and go, and meanwhile I’d dated other guys often enough to make sure I never raised his suspicions.
“Well, yeah. I wasn’t gonna screw around on anyone, but I wasn’t exactly choosy about who I dated, either.”
Yet he’d never dated me. I suppose I should be flattered that he considered our friendship too important to mess with, but try convincing my ego of that.
“So what you’re telling me,” he says, starting on his curry again, “is that we could have been having fantastic sex for years, but we were both too scared to make a move?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “But would it have been so fantastic without a couple of decades of friendship behind it?” I feel like our closeness definitely impacts the quality of the sex.
“Guess we’ll never know.” He finishes his curry and looks at me in a way that’s full of dark intent. Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore. “But baby, this conversation has brought back memories that I don’t like, and we need to fix that. I want you naked and coming on my cock. Is that good with you?” The last phrase comes out all growly, and holy shit I’m so turned on by the grating need in his voice that the slightest of touches could send me over the edge.
I whimper. “Uh, yes please.” As if I’d say anything else. I strip my pants off. By the time I kick them away, Gabe’s dick is out, and he’s encircling it with his fingers, stroking languidly. I straddle him and his hands fall away. Rocking my hips back and forth, my pussy glides over him. I love his hardness and the way his teeth grit together as though he’s struggling to contain himself.
“I want you in me,” I say. “Make me forget anyone else.”
Who cares about foreplay? I’m already soaked.
He hesitates. “Condoms.”
“In the bedroom.” I really wish we didn’t have to use them though. That I could just sink onto him and feel us together skin to skin. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. I assume he is too, but it’s better safe than sorry.
“Get them.”
Reluctantly, I break away from him and go to the bedroom, where I grab one from my bedside cabinet, then hurry back and pass him the foil packet. He tears it open and rolls it on, then lifts me over him, my knees outside his thighs. Slowly, I lower myself down, and he throws his head back, closing his eyes, his teeth clenched and fists balled at his sides. The cords of his neck stand out. I bite my lip. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When he’s fully inside me, I start to ride him. Immediately, his fingers sink deeper into the soft flesh of my hips.
“Oh fuck, Syd. I’d forgotten how good you feel.”
“How goodwefeel,” I correct, dragging myself along his body, drowning in the bliss of friction in all the right places. My hands go to his chest, and I use him to hold myself up as I bounce on him the way he asked. His fingers journey around to my ass and knead it.
“Shit.” His head rocks forward, and he licks my throat, then sucks. “Fuck,” he murmurs against the skin, and looks up at me, dark eyes glittering. “If I ever see you doing this with anyone else again,” he takes a moment to collect himself, the lines of his face taut with pleasure, “I’m gonna fuck him up so bad. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.Alwaysmine.”
Shivers race across my skin at his possessive words—the good kind—and my pussy clenches around him. It shouldn’t turn me on, him threatening other guys, but I must be just as messed up as him because I love it. I love what it says about the strength of his feelings for me.
“Gabe,” I whisper, staring into his eyes, maintaining a soul-deep connection. “What’s happening with us?”
