Page 23 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

Brock: Yeah, I’m not good at sharing pussy with my brothers. But hey, you do you, boo.

I’m out. I’ve got plans.

Callum: Plans? What plans?

Brock: Plans with Hartford?

Yeah, we’re going to Moore’s.

Tripp: Oh la la…

Brock: Shit, things are getting serious.

Shepherd: Our boy’s in love.

Stop being an ass. I’m just helping her out with an article.

Callum: About what?

…

Callum: Tell us.

Shepherd: Just tell us.

Tripp: WE NEED TO KNOW.

Brock: Must be sexual because he’s not answering.

Callum: Pax?

Brock: Come on dude, don’t leave us hanging.

Paxton has turned off notifications.

As I drive to Hartford’s place, I can’t keep the grin off my face. This is uncharted territory for me, and the anticipation builds as I draw nearer to her house.

By the time I park in her driveway, I’m ready to explode with desire. I walk to the door to get her, because, after all, I’m a gentleman. A gentleman with the power of orgasms through my phone.

She opens the door and I’m speechless. I’ve been out with Hartford more times than I’ve been out with my brothers, but there’s something about her tonight. Something that takes my breath away. She’s wearing a sexy black dress that drapes off one shoulder and hits just above her knees. Her auburn hair falls in waves around her slim shoulders, and her makeup is darker than normal.

“Hey,” she says, allowing me to walk inside.

“Hey.” I run my eyes over her body, down her toned legs to her black heels, and up again. “You look, wow, Hart. You look stunning.”

“Thanks.” She hustles away and snags her purse from the coffee table. “So, I guess we should go?”

When she crosses back to me, I rest my hands on her shoulders and lock my eyes with hers. “Do you have it on?”

She rolls her eyes and tries to step away from me, but I tighten my hold. “Yes, Pax. That’s the point of this, isn’t it?”

A pulse thrums straight to my cock at the thought of her having it on right now. “Yeah, it is, but I’m just checking one last time that you’re good with this. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

I want her to say she’s comfortable with it more than I want my next breath. I’ve thought of nothing but this for far too long, but I also don’t want her to regret anything. I don’t want to take her orgasm unless she’s all in.

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m good,” she says, squeezing my arm.

“Should we try it out before we do it for real?”

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