Page 102 of The Bro-code

Especially if she isn’t over that breakup.

The thought hits me that if I had kissed her earlier, I might have ruined everything like I always feared.

Tension leaves my body as I realize that maybe letting Bay rebound with someone I trust is the lesser of two evils.

It keeps her from dating another asshole and it helps her get over her ex.

Waiting this phase out won’t be easy, but I’ve been watching her dating Satan himself for two years, so what’s another few months?

“Just treat her right, man.” I tell him, still semi pissed off. “She isn’t a puck bunny.”

“I know. Like I said, I really like Bay as a person. I see why you’re friends with her.” Jagger sounds sincere and that helps me calm down.

“I should go check on her.” I say, heading to the door.

He moves to follow me. “I was going to do that too.”

“Please, let me handle this.” An idea forms in my head. “Let me make sure Bay is ok. I’ll tell her you asked about her. There’s something you could do though. You and Ryker go way back, right?”

Jagger nods. “We went to high school together. We lost touch when he went to South Carolina and I came here, but yeah I’d say we’re still friends. Why?”

“Would you mind asking him what happened earlier? Bay told him to apologize and then he pushed her into the pool. I think regardless of what they were fighting about, that was fucked up.”

He considers my words. “Sure. I can go see him tomorrow morning. I was wondering what the fuck happened too.”

Bay’s bedroom door is unlocked when I try the handle after taking a shower and changing into some loose sweatpants and a clean t-shirt.

I use the torch on my phone to move into the dark room.

My best friend is curled up in bed, hugging her pillow, her tear stained face relaxed in her sleep.

I move the covers, getting into bed behind her.

Her sweet, floral scent invades my nostrils as I pull her into my arms.

She snuggles into me, her perfect ass pressed against my crotch, her silky hair tickling my face.

It isn’t the first time Bay and I share a bed. It’s happened before after a night in binging on all our favorite snacks and watching movies that we fell asleep together.

It’s in times like these that I let myself dream what it would be like if we were together.

If I was more than her best friend and I could act on the desire that burns at the base of my spine.

If my fingers could slip under Bay’s camisole and touch her perfect tits, teasing her nipples until they ached for my mouth.

If I could lower her tiny sleep shorts and explore the soft space between her legs.

I would touch her slowly, gently. But I know what to do, I know how a woman’s body works, what it craves. Before I stopped wanting to hook up, I had been paying attention whenever I went home with someone.

Maybe all of that was just in preparation for the only woman I want.

I would find her wet for me and trace the edges of her slit with my fingers. I would tease her, listening for her breathing speed up, avoiding her clit until she ground her round, beautiful ass against me.

That’s when I would finally touch her there. Lightly at first, letting her need grow, skyrocket.

Then I would work her the way I know would drive her crazy. I’d alternate between rubbing her clit and pinching it, feeling her getting wetter and wetter, listening to her soft moans.

She would pant and beg for more and I would be there, my touch relentless until she reached breaking point.

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