“Mhhmm.” She nods, not believing anything I’m saying. And why would she? She’s right. I’m lying. I don’t want to be just friends. Friends don’t think about how their cocks would feel inside another friend's ass, or their mouth wrapped around their shaft as they gag on it, while you cum down their throats.
But it’s not just sexual. I want to be near him, smell him, touch him.
God, I sound like an obsessed stalker.
“Ready?” She smiles down at Aria. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but it’s obvious these two are crazy about one another.
“Just about.” Aria looks at me. “You good?”
“Yeah.” I grab my takeout bag and toss it in her garbage can. “Let’s go watch a bunch of overgrown men throw a ball around.”
“How is that any different than you overgrown men knocking a puck around?” Taylor asks.
“We’re on skates. It requires more skill,” I deadpan.
“You are unbelievable.” Aria laughs. “Come on.”
“You’re only going to see Easton all hot and sweaty. Admit it.” Taylor laughs as we head out of Aria’s room.
“I don’t like you.” I glare at her.
“Yes, you do.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. “Everyone does.”
Ugh. I hate that she’s right. Taylor really is a good person, and she’s great for Aria. She’s even great for Easton. I can’t hate her.
The stands are packed. It’s the last game before Thanksgiving break and the school makes a big deal for the upcoming holiday. There was a hilarious turkey parade, the cheerleaders did a special routine, and even the football players played some fun games with the kids in the crowd. It puts everyone in good spirits. Oddly, even me.
Despite my dad coaching the football team, this is the first Thanksgiving game I’ve been to since I was a kid.
I’m not a football guy. My sport is hockey, but I can see the appeal.
Okay, mostly I like watching the football players running around in those tight pants. More specifically, Easton.
“Don’t think I don’t see you ogling.” Aria bumps her shoulder against mine.
My eyes snap away from where I was very much looking at Easton’s junk. It’s become a problem, really. It’s not healthy to think of someone's dick as much as I think of Easton’s.
Can you blame me, though? It was a very memorable moment, even if it ended on a bad note.
The sex was good. No, it was fucking phenomenal, and I want more.
That’s the problem though, I shouldn’t. But tell that to my dick.
“Shut up.” I laugh.
“I mean, I can’t blame you. He’s hot.” She shrugs.
“Hey.” I glare down at her. “Get your own man.”
“If I remember correctly, he’s not yours,” she points out. “Not until you stop being a chickenshit and talk to the guy.”
“I’m not the one who's avoiding him,” I grumble.
“Also.” Aria leans in and whispers. “I don’t need to find me a man, thank you. I have an amazingwoman. That's all I need.”
I look at Taylor, who's not so discreetly smiling to herself as she watches the game, her cheeks pinken as she radiates obvious happiness.
My best friend makes her happy, and my heart softens.
