When I start to come down, I’m panting and shaking. For a while, I just stare up at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling as I struggle to catch my breath.Wow. I haven’t come that hard…ever.
All that just from fantasizing about Blake pinning me underneath him and kissing me?
As my post-orgasm haze fades, I hear the water in the shower turn off. I quickly darken my phone screen and shove my vibrator back in the nightstand.
I straighten my clothes and then slip out of the bedroom to give Blake some privacy so he can get dressed after showering.
I make my way down the stairs on wobbly legs. As I make myself a snack, I think about what Blake and I are about to embark on.
My best friend is about to become my sex teacher. A giddy feeling swoops through me, followed by nerves.
Just imagining fooling around with Blake gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. What am I going to be like when we actually start fooling around in bed together?
I already know the answer to that: a horny, awkward mess.
Chapter 19
Blake
Coach Sawyer blows the whistle.
“Line up,” he hollers.
The team sets up in front of Travis, who’s guarding the net during practice.
Coach is having us take shots at him. When it’s my turn, I aim for the crossbar. It bounces off the metal and heads for the bottom corner of the net. Travis catches it with his glove.
“Nice save,” I tell him.
He nods his thanks. Practice winds down. Our new assistant coach, Coach Tremblay, goes over some points of improvement he wants us to focus on. When he finishes, we head to the locker room to get cleaned up.
“It’s been a while since you missed a shot against me,” Travis says.
“Guess I’m a little off today.”
“You good?” Nick asks me. He removes his shoulder pads and grabs a towel from his locker, which is near mine. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”
I huff out a breath. Damn. Is it really that obvious how off I am?
I mean, I do feel off, but it’s not because I’m sick. It’s because today is the day that Briar and I start our sex lessons.
Even just thinking about it makes me nervous as hell. As much as I want to help her feel more comfortable with sex, so much could go wrong. What if I touch her the wrong way and it reminds her of what happened with her ex? Yeah, we set rules and promised to be honest with each other and have clear communication, but we can’t anticipate everything…
An ugly feeling drags through my gut when I think about Briar telling me her rule: that if either of us says stop when we’re fooling around, we stop.
That should go without saying. That’s bare-minimum consent.
But considering what her ex did to her…how he tried to force himself on her…no wonder she felt the need to say it.
That’s why I left so abruptly after our conversation. I was enraged just thinking about what he did to her. I needed to take a shower and cool off.
I’ll do everything I can to set her at ease. To make her feel comfortable, no matter what. To make her feel like she’s my priority.
But I still can’t shake that doubt hovering over me like a low-hanging cloud. Fooling around and having sex could change the dynamic in our friendship. She might not want to stay friends with me after we do this.
Regret punches through my stomach. I can’t stand the thought of losing her.
But what I can’t stand even more is the thought of her going to some other guy to teach her how to have sex. Some other guy who might cross her boundaries and hurt her.
