I’m not dumb enough to think this is a permanent fix, but that I could provide him with some relief has me squeezing him that little bit tighter.
“You feel good, Denny. So soft.” His words are sleepy. I know he’s inches away from letting go and resting.
This might not be the most comfortable position in the world, but I’m not about to move.
For a long while after he drifts to sleep, I just stare at nothing, reconciling this new normal with the old one.
See the aforementioned remark about not being dumb, because this is going to change a lot of things and the truth is that I’ll be the one who’s most affected.
But I’m a big girl. I have thick skin.
The shit women like Addison will give me is worth it to hear Zach stutter over his feelings for me.
Even if those feelings don’t last, I’m glad I had tonight with him.
Maybe it’s masochistic to think of the puck bunny who’ll replace me once he grows tired of this, but a part of me’s liberated by it.
This is a taste of something I never figured I’d experience with a friend who can carry me around like I’m featherlight and who’ll cut off his right arm before he hurts me. And those orgasms? Maybe I was lying about the felony rap sheet stuff…
So, the idea of there being benefits to our friendship sounds really good to me.
No, this isn’t forever. But it’s for now.
And I’m fine with that.
SEVENTEEN
SALTWATER = BROMANCE
SATURDAY
Admittedly,it isn’t the first time I’ve woken up with either Zach or Pecan all up in my space,naked.
It’s the first time one of them finger-fucked me though.
It’s the first timeZachrocked his dick through my folds because I was too sore for anything else.
Morning orgasms—best. Thing. Ever.
Who knew?
Never mind the fact that it’s Zach.
Zach touching me. Kissing me. Holding me. Moaning above me. Crooning my name like it’s a benediction. Leaving marks on my skin that I didn’t even bother to hide outside of wearing a Carré neck scarf tucked under his jersey—marks that are still sensitive. That, if I touch them, are a physical reminder of what we did together.
I shiver, earning myself a frown from Zach. “You cold?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just tugs me into his side and holds me closer.
The best part, of course, is that he did that when we were just friends.
Honestly, he can be so annoying, but he’s awesome too. Jo did such a great job with him.
I nestle in his hold. “That’s better.”
His hand’s already pulling the door to Dopie’s open and that’s the only thing stopping me from stroking his ego.
Because I know I shouldn’t get used to this, I make a concerted effort to detach myself so that I can take a seat opposite him for once.
