“It’s annoying. Suddenly, Dad is so interested in what I’ve been doing. Like he couldn’t have askedmeat any point in time.”
“I’m sorry.” She inches closer, her bent leg leaning onto mine. “Have you ever told him how you feel?”
“There’s no point. I’d have better dialogue with a wall.”
“What if you just let it out, no response needed? Would it make you feel better?”
“If I could cuss him out and not have to face him for three months afterward, maybe, but I can’t figure out how to explain what I feel without it sounding like I’m resentful of May in the process. I can’t heal myself by hurting her,” I explain to myself more than Bri. “So, no. I guess it wouldn’t make me feel better.”
Her gaze rests on me for a moment, her fingers stroking back and forth against my jaw. “CanImake it better?”
The way her eyes drop to my lips while she spins the strings of my hoodie around her finger tells me all I need to know. I still ask, just for fun. “Probably. Have anything in mind?”
She leans closer, her eyes lifting to mine briefly before returning to my lips, making them ache to feel hers again. “Why don’t we do what we were going to do before your sister interrupted?”
My dick answers her question before I can. “Yeah, we can do that.”
I move her to lie beneath me on the couch. Making up for lost time, I pull off my hoodie, then her pants, then mine. She pulls her shirt off, the last piece of clothing hiding her perfect body from my view. I take in the sight of her, loving the way the low lamplight gives her skin a warm glow. She curls her knees up then lets them fall open, showing meeverything.
The sight gives me a rush until she says, “I’m yours.”
The way my heart flips in my chest gives me pause. I spent the evening trying to explain away my attachment to Bri. Now that I’m hearing it from her lips, I realize it might be more complicated than I thought.
I have feelings for Bri. Of course I do. As much as I try, I won’t be able to separate the deep trust I have with her from love.
“We’re still friends, right?” I ask.
“We’re best friends, babe,” she confirms.
“Best friends who occasionally have sex.”
“Best friends”—she takes my hand and places it against her, pushing my fingers inside—“who occasionally havegreatsex.”
I can’t register her compliment behind the pressure building in my chest, the feeling of her body growing slick around my fingers while I flex them inside her and rub my thumb against her favoritespot, the rush of blood trying to claw itself out of my underwear. Fuck, I want her so bad. I want to feel her again. I want to feel her in ways I haven’t felt before. And I don’t want her to leave. Ever.
“Tell me how you want it,” I say.
Smiling, she slips my hand from her and rolls to her stomach, perking that exquisite ass up in my direction. “Like this.”
I tug her hips up, pulling her to her knees. Face down, ass up for me, I bury my face between her legs, tasting all of her while I roll on the condom. The moment it’s on, I don’t waste another second before moving up, placing myself against her, and sinking into her warmth with a moan.
It’s shallower but more intense this way, angling me to push hard against her front wall in a way that gives her everything she needs in exactly the way she wants. Barely a minute in, I have her panting, eyes rolling, begging me not to stop.
I lean down, whispering to her, “Don’t fight it. Come for me.”
Bri cries out my name, body shivering beneath me while the orgasm rolls through her. She looks back at me while trying to catch her breath.
I slip from her, lifting her chest, her hands bracing against the arm of the couch, giving me more space to slide my hand between her thighs. When I push back in, she gasps.
Then I spend the rest of the night stealing her breath away again and again.
~
The problem with having great sex is that it knocks me on my ass afterward. I wanted to savor my time with Bri, bask in those last few hours staying up late, chilling and talking shit the way we did in Brooklyn, but I spent hours worshipping between her thighs then passed the fuck out.
Now that we’re at the airport, I’m regretting every second I lost.
Bri’s head lies against my chest while mine rests on top of her head, arms around her shoulders. I breathe her in, hugging her tight as if it will keep her from leaving. I’ve been holding her for too long, but I need this. I’ve needed it since the last time I had to say goodbye to her.
